My Husband Is My Fiancee's Uncle

ilk, dressed with elegance and wealth, their laughter soft and composed. White lilies filled every corner o

s were loosely clasped in front of her. She had never liked crowds, but today she smiled through it all. A

hispered. "Jinyuan is luc

glass wine. "You look like you belong in a drama, Meimei," sh

eful for the levity.

scanned the room. "Isn't he supposed to make a

It doesn't matter how late he came what matters is that they

ge from Jinyuan: "Busy with some things

ne away and straig

stead, she offered her a bite of cake. "Eat

to him. Tailored suit, one hand in his pocket, the other waving politely.

d enough for others to hear. Then,

to pose, and they did-his hand on her waist, he

ed in crimson, her heels clicking softly on the marble floor, she leaned close and said,

but something in her t

soft smile. "

change between jinyuan and

Toasts were made, photos taken, and pr

hed all over. But her heart was full. She sat on the edge of her bed massaging her

she s

apron behind her back. She had woken early, energized by something qui

llions, jasmine rice on the side. Simple but comforting. The

vy-blue cloth before placing it into a lacquered box

g to his place? Hope

lied: "It's just lunc

wanted it to feel genuine. Not scheduled, no

ite nod. She entered the elevator, adjusted her grip on the lunchbox, and smoothed do

he had given her months ago. A small, symbolic

asily. Inside, ev

he sitting room, r

saw a red bag she knew

rap flopped over the armrest. A silk sc

grip on the lu

n?" she

espo

pair of heels half-hidden near the

ng to be positive about everything she was seein

lowly, up

The master bedroom door was ajar. As s

wed by a breat

pushed th