Madam Xue's gaze flickered with a twisted light, "That's right, it was me! But you also played tricks on me..."
"Wife!"
Just as Chi Xiaoyu was arguing with Madam Xue, Yeh Cangqiong's figure hurriedly ran in through the side door.
That one word, 'wife,' sounded exceptionally intimate.
This left Madam Xue utterly stunned. Yeh Cangqiong had arrived, and she naturally dared not linger any longer.
Fearful that Chi Xiaoyu might bring up the events of that night once again.
Before long, the wedding began.
Amid the joyous melody, Xue Mei, dressed in a white wedding gown, walked to the center of the stage...
"Hubby, it's your turn!"
Chi Xiaoyu gently nudged Yeh Cangqiong.
Yeh Cangqiong smiled faintly, adjusted his suit, and then walked up onto the stage as well.
Xue Zheng sat in the audience, watching his daughter's figure as she stood beside Yeh Cangqiong; his old face was full of smugness.
Xue Mei gazed bashfully at Yeh Cangqiong. This moment—how long she had waited for it!
