Chapter 233: Zhang Zhiyin’s Dream (4)

As the daughter of the richest man in XX City, Chu Xinran’s wedding had to be grand and high-profile. Chu Xuan even bought an estate as part of Chu Xinran’s dowry, and their wedding was held there.

That day, several videos went viral on social media platforms.

There were discussions about Chu Xinran’s 18.88 million dowry, about the groom’s identity, and about their romantic story from school uniforms to wedding gowns.

In short, it garnered immense attention and envy from countless people.

Some curious bloggers even pulled strings to get themselves into the event just to witness the extravagance of the wedding.

Of course, many media outlets also live-streamed the event.

Under the flashes of numerous cameras, people beamed, as if attending this wedding could bring them fortune.

Meanwhile, the bride, Chu Xinran, was in one of the estate halls, touching up her makeup.

When Zhang Zhiyin regained consciousness, the scene had already shifted from that dark room to here.

She saw Chu Xinran’s reflection in the mirror, her face beaming with happiness.

The bridesmaids around her were congratulating her.

“You and Fang Zhou have been together for so many years, and now you’re finally getting married. It wasn’t easy!”

“That’s right, Xinran, you two will definitely be happy!”

“Xinran looks stunning today. You’re going to mesmerize Fang Zhou later!”

Zhang Zhiyin felt Chu Xinran’s joy, as if her heart was filled with honey.

Marrying the person you love, no one would feel anything but happiness.

Indeed, the smile on Chu Xinran’s face was the kind of happiness every bride would have.

They exchanged a few playful remarks, making everyone laugh.

One of the bridesmaids checked the time and found it odd.

“It’s already noon. Shouldn’t we be going out to take some photos?”

Normally, by 11:30, the bride should be out taking individual wedding photos, followed by photos with the groom, then the official ceremony.

Guests had already mostly arrived, and if they waited any longer, they’d be starving.

Why was it so delayed today?

The bridesmaid’s words made the others look at each other in confusion, shaking their heads.

“No idea.”

“I don’t know! I’ll go ask.”

About three minutes later, the bridesmaid returned, looking troubled.

Chu Xinran’s heart sank, feeling something was wrong but forcing a smile, she asked, “So, can we go take photos now?”

The bridesmaid’s eyes darted around, looking uncomfortable and hesitant.

Chu Xinran grew anxious and asked again.

“What’s the matter? Just say it.”

“The groom is missing.”

Those few words struck Chu Xinran like a bolt of lightning.

She forced a smile, confused, “What do you mean by missing?”

He was just here this morning, how could he be missing?

The bridesmaid, in frustration, revealed the whole story in one breath.

“An hour ago, when we were supposed to find him to greet guests at the hotel entrance, he was nowhere to be found!”

Chu Xinran could no longer smile, her face falling.

Trembling, she pulled out her phone, calling Fang Zhou, but the line was busy.

“Why isn’t he answering?”

Zhang Zhiyin could clearly feel the despair creeping into the body she inhabited.

Chu Xinran stood up, pushing away the surrounding bridesmaids, muttering, “I don’t believe it; I’ll find him myself!”

But her long dress caught on her high heels, causing her to fall.

“Xinran!”

“Xinran, be careful!”

“Oh my, help her up quickly!”

In the chaos of helping her up, her meticulously done hair and makeup were ruined.

Yet, the bride didn’t seem to care.

She took off her high heels and ran outside, lifting her dress.

From the host’s perspective, Zhang Zhiyin felt Chu Xinran’s anxiety and helplessness, sinking into despair herself.

Fang Zhou wasn’t someone who would leave without a word; something must have happened to delay him.

When Chu Xinran reached the hall filled with guests, all eyes turned to her.

People whispered.

“Why is the bride here alone? Where’s the groom? Haven’t seen him yet.”

“Yeah, why hasn’t it started? I’m so hungry I could eat a horse.”

“Hey, isn’t the Chu family known for being reliable? How are they messing up such an important event?”

These words all reached Chu Xinran’s ears, but all she cared about was Fang Zhou.

Her eyes scanned the room repeatedly, looking for him.

But, disappointingly, Fang Zhou was nowhere to be found!

Chu Xinran turned and ran elsewhere, still searching for Fang Zhou. The bridesmaids surrounded her, trying to calm her down.

But she wouldn’t listen, only thinking about finding Fang Zhou.

In the commotion, more and more guests became aware of the situation.

During this, Chu Xinran’s hair came undone, making her look disheveled.

Chu Xuan finally arrived and, under the curious gazes of the guests, took her away.

“Mom, Fang Zhou is missing!”

Chu Xinran frantically sought her mother’s help, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

At this moment, Zhang Zhiyin heard the usually elegant Chu Xuan curse.

“Damn Fang Zhou, he’s run away.”

The words “run away” pierced Chu Xinran’s heart like a dagger.

“I don’t believe it!”

She retorted sharply, trembling all over.

Chu Xuan sighed, playing the last conversation she had with Fang Zhou for Chu Xinran.

“My sister’s kidney donor was intercepted, right? You hid it from me to push me into this marriage?”

“Bullshit! The donor was found by the doctor first. If your Chu family hadn’t butted in, none of this would have happened.”

“I’m not marrying her. Forget it…”

Then, sounds of chaos, seemingly Fang Zhou fighting with bodyguards, filled the recording.

Chu Xinran looked up, unable to believe it.

“Mom, didn’t you stop him?”

Her voice shook, filled with helplessness and despair.

Chu Xuan shook her head, whispering, “Someone helped him. After he got into a black car, he disappeared.”

Chu Xinran’s vision went black, and she fainted.

Zhang Zhiyin’s consciousness detached from her body, returning to reality.

She opened her eyes, seeing the dawn light, feeling dazed.

The dream was too real, like she had experienced the highs and lows, love and hate, with Chu Xinran, leaving her heart pounding.

That day, the female writer sat at her desk, writing furiously, recording everything she had dreamt.