On the day of the wedding, the weather was ominous, with the once-clear sky now thick with oppressive clouds.
Clad in a simple white wedding dress, Bai Jia'an, under the guise of Bai Nuanxi, met Wang Lu.
Wang Lu was the only child in his family, and indeed, the sole young heir to the entire Wang lineage. It was peculiar; Wang Lu's grandfather had four sons and a daughter, yet of these five children, only Wang Lu's father had produced an heir. Wang Lu, therefore, was the treasured scion of his family, raised with the utmost care.
His appearance was passable, but his figure…
Bai Jia'an scrutinized him closely.
Tsk. He was excessively rotund; his belly alone could be mistaken for that of a pregnant woman. But so be it. She was only after his power; looks were irrelevant.
"Miss Bai Nuanxi, do you vow to stay by Mr. Wang Lu's side, to extend the lineage of the Wang family?" The officiant stood at the altar with poised solemnity.
