"Third Madam, this is my mother's dying wish. I just wanted to fulfill my filial duty, and that young woman already has someone in her heart. To let my mother pass away peacefully, the three of us discussed a fake marriage. On the day of the ceremony, I was planning to switch the bride to you. I even sent people to find you, but they all perished in a flash flood on their way. Left with no choice, we had to go through with the act, but on the wedding day, you suddenly showed up and refused to listen to my explanation… Alas, everything is just the work of fate!"
"Qing Lang, is everything you're saying true?"
"If there's even a grain of falsehood, let Heaven strike me down!"
"Lang!"
"Third Madam!"
"Sigh, the plot is really ridiculously cheesy. I wonder what those thick-skinned designers were thinking when they came up with this." Watching the two tightly embracing each other, you let out a soft sigh, held Mei Ye's hand, and turned to leave.
