Madam Lu glanced at Lan Yuyi's belly, and then at Lu Lingche, dressed in his groom's suit, a great sorrow welling up in her heart.
The wedding today, everything today, should have belonged to her son.
But, her son was dead.
To ensure the smooth birth and inheritance of her son's sole lineage, she was forced to let Lu Lingche take her son's place and marry Lan Yuyi.
Her heart ached incredibly!
She also knew that her husband, Lu Mingzhen, was not in a good mood today. At this time, he too would be thinking about their deceased son.
Even Lu Lingche wasn't smiling at all because he knew that he was hosting this wedding as a substitute for his elder brother. He too would be thinking about his brother and was burdened with guilt and pain.
The only joyous one was Lan Yuyi, who was sitting beside her.
In just over half a year, it seemed that Lan Yuyi had already forgotten about her son.
