At that moment, she suddenly desperately wished that Ouyang would appear before her, and ideally, that he could help her escape from this cage. But she knew that was impossible.
Ouyang was beaten half to death by Qin Lang and no one knew where she had been thrown. Her only prayer now was that he was still alive, that he would find a beautiful and gentle girl, start a family, and live a happy and peaceful life.
And she...
"elegant……"
The sound behind her interrupted Mu Wenya's thoughts. She didn't turn around, but kept looking out the window, where she could hear footsteps getting closer and closer.
"Are you happy? You're finally going to marry me. I remember you told me that you wanted a simple wedding. You also said that you didn't need anything else, as long as the groom was me."
Qin Lang squatted down in front of her, looked at her, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
Mu Wenya remained silent. She had indeed said those words. She had truly believed that she could give up anything for him as long as he was her groom. But now, even though he was indeed her groom, she felt no joy whatsoever. From beginning to end, not a single smile graced her face.
Qin Lang held her slender hand; her nails were long, beautiful, and clean, making him want to possess them.
Qin Lang wasn't annoyed by Mu Wenya's indifference and continued, "I still remember how everyone in the Mu family opposed our marriage. They all said I wasn't good enough for you. I know it was because I didn't have money. But now it's all right, I have money, and I can finally give you a happy life. I want everyone in the Mu family to witness our wedding. I've been waiting for this day for a long time."
“But my father is bedridden, and my brother… his life hangs in the balance. You have hurt the people I love most; they cannot witness our wedding.” As Mu Wenya spoke, tears streamed down her face, flowing into her mouth, a bitter and sour taste, leaving her feeling icy cold inside.
Qin Lang reached out and gently wiped away the tears on her face.
His movements were gentle, yet they instilled a deep-seated fear in her. The man standing before her was no longer the Qin Lang of the past, but a ruthless monster who devoured people without spitting out their bones.
“It’s alright. Even if they can’t come, there are still the ancestors of the Mu family. Here, the ancestral tablets of all your Mu family’s ancestors are enshrined, and their bodies are buried in the cemetery next door. They will be able to see us get married and witness our happiest wedding.”
Mu Wenya, with her foreign face, did not want Qin Lang to touch her.
Qin Lang's hand froze in mid-air, his expression shifting. After a moment, he withdrew his hand, stood up, and faced the window like her. The scenery outside was breathtaking. It was autumn, and everything outside was a golden yellow—a season of harvest, yet tinged with desolation.
"Wenya, there's something I need to apologize to you about."
Mu Wenya did not respond to him; in fact, her face remained completely expressionless, as if she had not heard what he was saying.
"Our wedding had no officiant, which was my oversight," Qin Lang continued.
Mu Wenya neither looked up nor responded.
“I originally planned to have your makeup artist be our officiant, but he seemed reluctant and was in a hurry to leave. So, I saw him off.”
"Did you see him off?"
Mu Wenya looked up at him, puzzled.
"Wenya, you really hurt me. I just talked to you so much, and you ignored me. Now, you're so concerned about outsiders. It seems I did a good job; now that he's dead, he won't be an obstacle between us."
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