Chapter 1: The Wedding Night

ness at heart. 。Walking out of the restroom with wet hairHer husband hasn't come back yet, this smoke is really lasting. 。Have a look at these two brick houses, some places are still under the rain 。A...It's getting late, go to sleep. 。The man's low, magnetic voice suddenly pulled Jiang Can back from his thoughts. 。At that moment, our eyes met. His gaze was deep and dark like ink, swirling with unfathomable emotions. 。Jiang Canzhang grasped his hand, and his heart beat faster. 。

I've been sitting on the edge of the bed ever since I came into this room, keeping this posture for a long time. My back is stiff now, and I haven't even taken off my wedding dress.

Not until the man walked out of the bathroom after his shower did he soberly realize that tonight was their wedding night, spent with the man before him. 。However, she didn't know how to get along with her new husband, especially since she was a replacement bride. 。As a bastard child of a wealthy family, I married this penniless man for my elder sister. It was to fulfill the marriage agreement made between our families' previous generations and to receive the hefty dowry. 。With money, Mom's illness can be cured, my brother can continue his studies, and our family can live a good life. 。

Jiang Can took a deep breath and walked cautiously to the restroom, like a little rabbit.

"I... I'm going to wash up too." 。The man's eyes widened. 。

Jiang Chanqi quickly slipped into the bathroom. Just as he was about to lock the door, he discovered that this old wooden door didn't even have a latch.

He was stunned. Although life hadn't been easy before, it hadn't been this destitute. 。The eyes were slightly red, and she hesitated in the restroom for a long time, unable to decide. 。The man outside the door seemed to understand what she was thinking, and suddenly said in a low voice: "I'll go out for a cigarette, you take your time washing..." 。Jian Can's heart pounded. He pressed his ear against the door, listening. The footsteps gradually faded away. With a creak, the door closed, and silence filled the air. 。On the mottled wall, the large red Chinese character for "happiness" seemed a little pale. 。The day before the wedding, a typhoon swept through the city, leaving torn-down advertising signs and snapped trees scattered along the streets. 。Ginger married amidst the chaos. 。There was no fancy wedding car to pick her up. She had to walk a long way before getting into that unassuming van. After what felt like ages, they finally reached the village. The muddy path left her shoes and wedding dress covered in dirt. 。The elderly say that getting married in this weather will not bring happiness. 。However, Ginger Chan had long since stopped placing her own happiness at heart. 。

Walking out of the restroom with wet hair

Her husband hasn't come back yet, this smoke is really lasting. 。Have a look at these two brick houses, some places are still under the rain 。Although it's a little run-down, it could be a nice home with some work. 。Ginger smiled faintly, taking advantage of the man's absence, she tidied up the room from top to bottom. 。As he was kneeling on the bed pulling the blanket down, a man walked in from outside the door. 。

Jiāng Càn turned his head back, a little embarrassed. The only towel he had was now down around him.

"I gasped, instinctively crossing my arms, but... "

"I was already fully exposed in his gaze.

Ginger hastily pulled the blanket over, her little face flushed red. 。After marriage, the depths of his eyes became even more profound and complex. 。He walked slowly to her side, his voice low and icy with a hint of husky ambiguity, "It's getting late, let's sleep." 。This time, the emphasis was placed on the two words "we". 。Jiang Can's heart jumped out of his throat, closing his eyes. Suddenly, a force encircled his waist, and he leaned into that person's embrace, being pressed down onto the bed by him… red. 。After marriage, the depths of his eyes became even more profound and complex. 。He walked slowly to her side, his voice low and icy with a hint of husky ambiguity, "It's getting late, let's slee...