Lin Xiuhe floated in midair, watching her death compensation money become decorations for a grand wedding.
The Lu family had festooned their little courtyard with lanterns and streamers, and the walls were covered in bright red double-happiness characters.
The eight hundred yuan in compensation she had just paid for with her life, after a car accident while saving Lu Mingxuan’s mother, was now flowing through this courtyard in another form.
“Mingxuan and Wanqing are such a perfect match,” the guests said, raising their glasses and beaming.
Lu Mingxuan wore a brand-new Zhongshan suit, with a red flower pinned to his chest.
Beside him, Su Wanqing wore a red dress in the latest city fashion. Her hair was curled in a trendy style, and her makeup had been carefully applied.
“They’ve put on quite a wedding. I heard it cost nearly a thousand yuan!”
“Didn’t the Lu family just get a compensation payout? They put it to good use.”
“I heard they didn’t even tell Xiuhe’s family back home that she’d been in a car accident... So the money ended up in their hands!”
“I thought she and Mingxuan never registered their marriage?”
“Oh...”
“I heard it from her mother-in-law. Anyway, Xiuhe came from the countryside and didn’t know any better. When she moved in with them, they didn’t hold a wedding banquet, either.”
“And I think she had no family back home. The grandmother who raised her died a few years ago, and she couldn’t go back to her uncle’s family.”
The whispers pierced Lin Xiuhe’s ears. If a soul had a heart, hers would have shattered into pieces by now...
