“Who are you?” he asked.
She smiled and said, “My surname is Wen. I live in Wenjing Garden.”
He remembered her surname and her home.
He gave her the Dragon Vein Jade, the heirloom of the Feng family, and told her solemnly, “You saved me. This jade is for you. I’ll marry you when you grow up.”
Many years later, after he returned from abroad and took over Fengtian Group, he sent someone to inquire about Wenjing Garden.
He saw Wen Ke’er, the girl with the Dragon Vein Jade, at the entrance of Wenjing Garden. From that day onwards, he was sure that this girl was the one who had saved him back then.
He made up his mind to take good care of her and love her for the rest of his life.
Unfortunately…
Fate played a trick on him.
The person standing in front of him now was another woman he didn’t love at all.
On the wedding day, the couple had their own thoughts. Under the guidance of the priest, they completed the steps of the wedding robotically.
When they were exchanging rings, Feng Yunan picked up the diamond ring on the tray. He suddenly remembered what Qiao Ruoxi had said to the customers at Dirui Lingmen.
[You may only get married once in your life, and there is only one wedding ring. It does not represent the price nor the capital to show off. It represents the loyalty and longevity of marriage.]
[When you meet the right person at the right time, you can give a suitable ring to the person you truly love. It has an irreplaceable significance.]
What a joke!
Qiao Ruoxi noticed the smirk on Feng Yunan’s face.
She lowered her eyes. She knew very well that he did not love her. Everything that had happened was just an act.
The priest promptly reminded him, “Mr. Feng, you can put the ring on your most beloved wife’s hand now.”
Feng Yunan sighed deeply and reluctantly held Qiao Ruoxi’s hand.
Qiao Ruoxi heard his deep sigh, mixed with the helplessness of having to compromise with fate.
Just as Feng Yunan was about to put the ring on her finger, a beautiful female voice came from the door of the church.
“Brother Nan…”
When Feng Yunan heard the voice, his back trembled and his right hand shook. The wedding ring fell to the ground and rolled to the side.
He looked up and saw his most beloved girl standing at the door of the church with tears streaming down her face, looking at him sadly.
“Ke’er?”
Feng Yunan let go of Qiao Ruoxi’s hand and turned to Wen Ke’er.
As for Wen Ke’er’s sudden arrival, even he, who had always been calm, became a little flustered.
“Brother Nan, are you getting married?”
The petite girl was crying like a pear blossom bathed in rain. Her shoulders were trembling, and she looked especially helpless. It was as if a gust of wind could blow her down, making people unable to help but feel pity for her.
“Ke’er… I…”
Feng Yunan didn’t know how to explain today’s situation.
He had never told Wen Ke’er about his secret marriage with Qiao Ruoxi and the time of the wedding. How did she know?
The wedding was suddenly interrupted and a commotion broke out.
Old Mr. Feng looked at Wen Ke’er and frowned.
He had already ordered his men to keep the news a secret and hold the wedding very secretively. Yet, Miss Wen still knew about it. It seemed that she was really quite capable.
Qiao Ruoxi’s mother, Su Yun, was at a loss. ‘Could it be that my son-in-law has a lover?’
Qiao Ruoxi was probably the calmest person present. She looked coldly at everything that was happening in front of her.
His heart was as calm as a lake.
All of this did not belong to her in the first place. It should belong to his “Ke’er”. She was the one who occupied her position.
At this moment, she really felt like she was the one who had broken up the lovers.
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