As the daughter of a diplomat, Fan Weiying’s engagent banquet would definitely not be too shabby. Many political and business elites from Jiangzhou attended, and Fan Weiying’s parents took ti off their busy schedules to rush back for their only daughter’s engagent banquet.
Today’s Jinyue Hotel banquet hall was a scene of luxury and opulence.
"What kind of family is this Sun Family, have you heard about them?"
In a corner, several gorgeously dressed won began to whisper amongst themselves.
"I know, I know," a short-haired young girl excitedly raised her hand. "I heard from my mom that this Sun Family is a Family of Scholars and has long-standing ties with the Fan Family. But I heard that this Sun Young Master is disabled." Saying this, she covered her mouth and laughed, a laugh hiding an unconcealable sense of schadenfreude.
"Oh? How co he’s disabled? That’s so unfortunate for Miss Fan." Yet in her heart, she was gloating, wasn’t Fan Weiying so impressive? She always carried herself with such aloofness in the socialite circle, let’s see how high and mighty she can be now.
"I heard, yes, he was disabled from a car accident when he was little. However, he cos from a very influential family, with so relatives in central governnt, otherwise, why would the Fan Family let their only daughter beco engaged to him?"
"A disabled person, it seems they’re just hurting their own daughter, isn’t the Fan Family sothing?"
"It’s just a marriage alliance, happens all the ti, but it’s poor Miss Fan that I feel sorry for."
Fan Weiying never needed others’ pity that seed like they were watching a joke.
Looking at the mirror at the radiant woman in a black strapless gown, Fan Weiying lifted her chin. Her spirited brow and eyes had a rebellious tenacity that added a few distinctive charms to her appearance.
"Yingying, mom is doing this for your own good. Even though Xi’er... has difficulty walking, he is a good child and will treat you well. Mr. Sun and Lady Sun are good people, they promised they will treat you like their own daughter..."
The woman’s gentle voice sounded from behind, but now, she only found it annoying.
She curled her lips, a trace of mockery flashed in her eyes. "Mom, do you think there’s any point in saying this now? I’m not a fool. If you hadn’t said these disgusting words, I might have retained one last bit of good impression of you. But now, there isn’t any."
Her eyes brimd with unshed tears as she looked up to hold them back forcefully.
Her hands clenching tightly into fists.
"I am the daughter of the Fan Family. Enjoying the honor ans having to pay the price. I understand this truth, but you, you have ultimately let down. This is the last ti, and also consider it as my repaynt for your upbringing."
"Yingying..." The woman started to cry.
Fan Weiying closed her eyes. "As the host, I shouldn’t neglect the guests. It’s supposed to be a joyous day, how can one cry? If others see it, who knows what unpleasant rumors might spread."
The woman left, and the room fell into silence. She sat wearily on the sofa, wanting to cry but no tears would co.
If one day, your parents suddenly tell you they’ve arranged a marriage for you since childhood, and to keep a promise, you have to marry a man you’ve never t before, and more crucially, this man is disabled, how devastated would you be?
She once cried and made a scene, once protested by starving, but in the end, when her parents cried and knelt in front of her begging, what could she do? Her pride, her dignity, and the freedom she pursued all died in that mont.
That her parents sold her out for their own advancent was what truly shattered her.
Don’t cry, Fan Weiying, you mustn’t cry. Isn’t it just marrying a man you’ve never t? Sooner or later, you’d have to marry, might as well save the trouble of picking soone yourself. How does being disabled matter? Such a man is easy to handle. At ho, she’ll be the Boss, and her in-laws feel indebted to her, treating her like a goddess. Besides, the Sun Family is related to "royalty," what a jaw-droppingly stunning opportunity, an excellent marriage like this is hard to find.
She found ten thousand reasons for herself but could never find one reason to tell herself, Fan Weiying, why are you so sad?
The room door suddenly opened from the outside, she heard the sound of wheelchair wheels rolling, and she didn’t look up.
Because she knew who had co in.
A scent of Snowdrop bush wafted to her nose, it slled nice, and a slender hand holding a white handkerchief was held out to her, accompanied by a voice that was overly gentle.
"Don’t cry, I will be good to you."
She looked at the hand, slender and beautiful, not at all like a man’s hand, yet the color was pale, as if it hadn’t seen sunlight for years, fragile as if it would break with a touch.
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