Zhao Wan sighed melancholy. What will happen in the future? She just left it to fate.

Now that it has come, she might as well make the best of it.

She took off her heavy phoenix crown, her complicated wedding dress, and the makeup on her cheeks. After washing her face, she went to bed.

On her wedding night alone, she slept soundly.

*

Early the next morning.

Zhao Wan got up, washed up, changed into her usual skirt, and went to pay her respects to Madam Meng.

She and her personal maid walked through the corridor to the courtyard where Madam Meng lived.

At the corner ahead, she was not paying attention and suddenly bumped into the man who was walking towards her.

"Ah..." Zhao Wan slipped, her body swayed, and she almost fell.

The man was quick-witted and stretched out his long arms to support her slender waist and help her stabilize her center of gravity.

"Thank you." Zhao Wan stood still, raised her head, and said gratefully.

But after seeing the face of the person who came, she froze suddenly, her beautiful eyes wide open, with a look of shock and disbelief.

When the man in front of her saw her beautiful and refined face, he was also suddenly stunned and shocked.

The two looked at each other in a daze, speechless in shock.

After a short while, the maid beside her tugged at Zhao Wan's sleeve and reminded her in a low voice: "Miss, this is your aunt's second brother, the second young master of the Meng family."

After the maid's reminder, Zhao Wan came back to her senses. She pursed her lips, restored her normal complexion, nodded slightly to Meng Xun, and said softly: "I've met the second brother."

The waitress beside Meng Xun also reminded in a low voice: "Second Young Master, this is the eldest young lady who just came in yesterday."

Meng Xun came back to his senses, looked at Zhao Wan's pretty face, opened his thin lips slightly, and stammered: "I've met...sister-in-law."

He found it difficult to say the word "sister-in-law", as if he had to use a lot of effort to say the two words composed of just a few strokes.

Zhao Wan did not look at Meng Xun again. She turned sideways and said to Meng Xun, "It's getting late. I'm in a hurry to pay my respects to my mother. I'll take my leave now."

After Zhao Wan finished speaking, she and the maid passed by Meng Xun and continued walking forward without looking back.

Meng Xun stood still. He turned his head and looked behind him. Looking at the graceful figure of the girl, he still had not completely recovered from the shock.

Who would have thought that the sister-in-law he brought back to marry yesterday was the girl who was moaning and crying under him that day.

There are such bizarre coincidences in the world.

It turns out that the girl who was so intimate with him that day was actually his eldest brother's wife who was not yet married.

How to say it, Meng Xun's mood is very complicated now.

He doesn't have much love for Zhao Wan now. At first, he just wanted to fulfill his responsibilities as a man, so he went to her house to propose marriage.

Meng Xun found it a little hard to accept that the girl he wanted to be responsible for suddenly became his sister-in-law.

They lived in the same house, and he had to respectfully call her sister-in-law when he saw her on weekdays.

The generation level suddenly dropped a level, which made him a little uncomfortable.

But what can he do now?

The matter is a foregone conclusion. She is the wife of the eldest brother who just married. Everyone in Anyang City knows that the eldest son of the Meng family married the eldest daughter of the Zhao family yesterday.

This is a fact that cannot be changed. Meng Xun can only persuade himself to forget the romantic affair that happened that night.

In the future, he lived in the same house with Zhao Wan as if nothing had happened. Neither of them mentioned what happened that night, and no one would know their past.

Now, Zhao Wan has married his eldest brother, and he is no longer responsible.

Instead, he is relieved. Isn't it a good thing?

The night after meeting Zhao Wan, Meng Xun had a dream when he was sleeping at night.

He dreamed of the night when he rescued Zhao Wan from the mountain stronghold in Bozhou.

He took off her clothes, pressed her delicate and fair body under him, and thrust his thick penis into her body, in and out.

In the early morning, when it was slightly bright.

Meng Xun woke up from his dream, he reached out and touched his crotch, and felt the stickiness and slipperiness on his hands.

A sense of guilt and shame suddenly surged in his chest.

Meng Xun felt that he was unworthy of being a man, and actually had such a sinful thought about his eldest brother's wife.

No, not even in a dream.

Meng Xun warned himself not to have any lewd fantasies about Zhao Wan. She was now his eldest brother's wife, and he must abide by etiquette and not do anything to let his eldest brother down.