"Oh my goodness... the ceremony is starting in a quarter of an hour, what are you doing?"
Awakened by a sharp voice, Cheng Pingluo bolted upright.
"You didn't fall asleep, did you?"
The woman's voice drew nearer, Cheng Pingluo drowsily touched her own face, feeling its reality.
Hadn't she already died?
"Whack!" A smack struck her back without mercy.
"Sleep, sleep, sleep, all you know is sleep! Have you looked in the mirror at how fat you've become, yet you haven't learned your lesson!"
Wait a minute...
Why does this voice sound so familiar?
Cheng Pingluo rubbed her eyes, slowly raising her head to look at the incessantly chattering woman.
The next second, she screeched as she fell back onto the floor.
"Gu Xiao?! Is that you??"
What was going on here?
Hadn't Gu Xiao disappeared on a plane?
If it wasn't for their argument that year, Gu Xiao wouldn't have been on that plane.
"Gu Xiao, you're alive and back?"
Gu Xiao looked at her, mumbling to herself, and gave her an annoyed glance,
"Have you lost your mind? I am perfectly fine. For goodness sake, sister, today is your wedding! Can’t you be a little more focused?"
Wedding? my wedding?
Cheng Pingluo quickly stood up and ran to the makeup mirror, staring incredulously at the woman in the wedding dress in the mirror.
She had reincarnated?
She had reincarnated to her previous life’s wedding scene?
Cheng Pingluo heavily sat down on the chair, staring blankly at the sizeable wedding dress on her.
How could she not remember that at the end of the wedding, the groom, Xue Wen, never showed up, leaving her alone to endure all the cold looks and ridicule.
How could she not remember how she dragged her heavy body onto the rooftop to force Xue Wen to appear, calling out his name with a hoarse voice.
How could she not remember when she attempted to end her life by jumping from the building out of despair, ending up paraplegic, Xue Wen was rolling in the sheets with her sister, Cheng Yingying.
In the end, she was driven to a miserable death and her soul was transported to a bleak apocalypse, where she suffered endlessly.
Meanwhile, not long after, Cheng Yingying and Xue Wen got married.
Cheng Pingluo raised her head to look at herself in the mirror, scoffed coldly; the hatred in her eyes was gradually replaced by brutal intent.
In this life, she absolutely wouldn't let Xue Wen and Cheng Yingying have their way!
"Starting from now, she was going to defy the heavens and change her destiny!"
As the countdown bell ceased ringing, under the solemn prayer chants of the priest, Cheng Pingluo emerged at the entrance of the chapel, a soft smile gracing her face.
"Why isn't the groom here yet?"
"How could Xue Wen, who isn't blind, be willing to marry such a country bumpkin?"
"I guess so, Xue Wen must have bolted."
"This is going to be an interesting show..."
Amidst the guests' whispering, Cheng Pingluo chuckled silently. This humiliation was nothing compared to the hardships she had endured in the apocalypse.
She strolled calmly, the spotlights illuminated her, casting a golden hue around her.
She understood, clear as day. This wedding would have no leading man.
Disregarding the priest's complex expression, Cheng Pingluo calmly picked up the microphone with an effortless cough.
"Apologies for the wait, everyone. This wedding does not have a groom."
The entire hall fell into deafening silence instantly, all eyes focused on the overweight bride.
"I believe none of you are here with genuine blessings. If that's the case, why don't I propose a deal to everyone here?"
She paused, a playful glint in her eyes as she scanned the crowd, "Whoever is willing to marry me today, no dowry is required. I will take care of the wedding banquet, along with an additional three million cash as dowry."
As her voice died down, the entire venue erupted in an uproar.
The groom has disappeared, and now the bride is seeking marriage at the scene? Moreover, she has a dowry of three million?
What an unusual turn of events!
The guests below the stage glanced at each other, yet no one spoke.
Everyone knows that Miss Cheng from the Cheng family has a fiery temper and a bold personality. On top of that, she's as fat as a barrel. Perhaps her fiancé got scared and ran away. . .
Whoever marries her, wouldn't they be inviting trouble for themselves?
Forget three million, even if they gave thirty million as dowry, it's still off the table.
Just as Cheng Pingluo was about to lose her patience, a tall and indifferent figure stood up from the corner.
"I'll add another seven million…"
With a slight curve of his thin lips, the man’s hand casually pocketed in his trouser pocket. His deep eyes fixed on Cheng Pingluo on the stage, he strides towards her.
"I'll marry you."
"Feng Yunting?"
"It's actually Young Master Feng!"
The people below the stage were taken aback, yet they all unconsciously made way for him.
"You're going to marry me?"
Cheng Pingluo looked slightly surprised, staring at the man walking towards her, her eyes inexplicably tense.
Feng Yunting?
She didn't know this man, her understanding of him limited to his identity and name.
Just as Cheng Pingluo hesitated, his tall figure has already blocked the light in front of her eyes.
The man's tall frame leaned towards her, "Why not?"
Cheng Pingluo again froze, subconsciously swallowing her saliva, then looked away, "Speak up, what's your motive?"
She didn't believe in pie dropping from the sky, such a perfect man wouldn't possibly want to marry her.
After staring at her for a while, Feng Yunting tugged at the corner of his mouth in a seemingly nonchalant manner, pulling her into his arms with a swift move.
"My intention is quite simple, two words, to marry you."