A Grand Wedding: The Lady of a Prestigious Family

She was the second daughter of the Lan financial conglomerate, a second-generation heiress everyone envied. Just mentioning a few of the people she knew was enough to make others clamor to meet them. Yet her boyfriend got married, and she wasn't the bride. Even a woman as privileged as her had been abandoned.

He was the head of the Qianxun Group, the powerful and wealthy eldest son of the Huo family, a second-generation heir through and through. They had already picked a wedding date, but on the day they went to register their marriage, his bride ran away. He, too, was abandoned.

The absurd part was that he was her future brother-in-law.

Looking at her furious, dejected future brother-in-law, she suddenly laughed. “We were both dumped. We might as well make a pair.”

He pressed his lips together and said nothing.

But the next day, he called her to bring her household registration booklet to the civil affairs bureau, where they got married. She took her runaway sister's place as his bride.

[Claiming His Wife]

“Ruoxi, I only just realized that I've always loved you. Do you know that I think about you every moment? I married her only so I could secure my position at the company.” Her ex-boyfriend held her hand and spoke in a low voice, explaining the reasons behind his betrayal...

Before she could do anything, a strong hand shot out of nowhere and seized her ex-boyfriend's wrist. He cried out in pain, drawing everyone's attention at the party.

Her husband stood beside her, one arm around her shoulders. Smiling tenderly and passionately, he said, “Honey, tell him who I am to you.”

Looking at his handsome face and noble bearing, with two bodyguards following behind him, her ex-boyfriend seemed to understand. His face suddenly turned ashen.

[Spoiling Her]

“Master, Young Madam said something very strange today.” The butler followed behind him, reporting on her daily activities.

“What did she say?”

“Young Madam wondered if snow in June would be beautiful.” The butler finished speaking and carefully studied his expression. It was the height of summer, so how could it possibly snow?

He pressed his lips together again and silently went upstairs.

The next day.

She had just stepped outside the main house when she froze. The sun hung high overhead, yet the enormous courtyard was covered in snow, a vast expanse of white like the depths of winter. Countless “snowflakes” danced through the sky, filling the air with beautiful snow.