Who is the Bride?

Fang Zhou initially intended to watch the spectacle from the sidelines, but somehow found himself pushed into the crowd’s center, surrounded by a sea of tourists, making it difficult to leave.

He tried looking back to find Qin Yun, but the crowd was too dense to see anything beyond.

With no other option, he decided to stay put until the ball-tossing event ended.

“Dang dang!”

The sound of a gong marked the start of the event.

Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, the elegantly dressed lady was finally brought out, standing under the spotlight.

She gracefully lifted the veil on her head, but to everyone’s disappointment, her face was still covered by a layer of white gauze, revealing only her enchanting eyes. The breeze fluttered the gauze, adding a mysterious allure to her appearance.

This enigmatic scene excited the crowd, who began to cheer.

“Wow! With my experience, she’s definitely a beauty!”

“Hahaha, even if it’s fake, marrying such a top-notch beauty makes this trip worthwhile!”

“Damn! Throw the ball to me! I want to go up there!”

The shouts from the crowd below didn’t affect those on stage.

The lady took the embroidered ball from another person, holding it in her arms, and stepped forward, scanning the crowd as if deciding where to throw it.

“Here!”

“Over here!”

“Look at me!”

Fang Zhou frowned at the noise, wishing the event would end soon.

But then he heard his name.

“Fang Zhou! Catch!”

Startled, Fang Zhou saw an object hurtling toward him. Instinctively, he tried to sidestep, but the crowd was too packed to move.

And perhaps due to the crowd’s excitement, Fang Zhou felt a push on his backside, returning him to his original spot.

When he regained his bearings, he found a light yet firm object in his arms—the bamboo-woven embroidered ball.

What the heck? How did this end up with me?

With so many people, how did it land so precisely on me?

Fang Zhou felt his mind buzzing, a bit panicked, wanting to see Qin Yun’s reaction but unable to due to the crowd.

The surrounding tourists began to cheer.

“Oh~ The groom!”

“You’re lucky! So many people, and you caught it! Unstoppable!”

“Go on stage and get married!”

The person in the official’s robe took the microphone and spoke.

“Let’s welcome the groom on stage!”

Fang Zhou suddenly found the ball in his hands too hot to handle. He quickly passed it to someone nearby, shaking his head vigorously.

“No, no, pick someone else.”

Qin Yun would kill him.

But before Fang Zhou could escape, two or three persons dressed as servants approached, grabbing his arms and leading him to the stage.

“Whoever catches the ball is chosen, no backing out!”

“Be a man, take it on!”

Fang Zhou fell silent.

Alright, just hope Qin Yun doesn’t go crazy later.

She asked him to come, after all. Who knew he’d be the lucky one?

It’s all fake, fake, no big deal.

Fang Zhou reassured himself.

Soon, Fang Zhou was taken backstage to change into a special groom’s outfit, complete with a hat and a big red flower.

As he climbed the steps to the stage, he felt a bit dazed.

Fine, just go through the motions.

With that thought, he stepped into the spotlight and saw the ‘bride.’

She had also changed, her red bridal attire making her look festive, the red veil adding a touch of grandeur.

He held one end of a red ribbon, the other end in her hand.

“Now, the bride and groom, bow to heaven and earth!”

The crowd erupted in cheers and screams, congratulating the ‘newlyweds.’

In the distance, the waves continued to crash, as if joining the celebration.

In a nearby room, Qin Yun sat before a mirror, undergoing a makeover.

She had changed into her outfit, needing only a touch-up before heading over.

But Qin Yun felt uneasy, her mind no longer calm, like an ant crawling in her heart.

She attributed her unease to nerves but couldn’t calm herself.

After finally shaking off Song Qinghuan, she had already lost time. Why was the makeup artist so slow?

“Forget it, just lipstick will do.”

Qin Yun declined the makeup artist’s offer for eyeshadow, standing up and looking at the staff.

“Take me there.”

The staff member asked softly, “Shouldn’t you finish? They won’t start without you.”

Qin Yun shook her head, resolute.

“No need, take me there.”

The staff exchanged glances with the makeup artist and relented.

“Alright, let’s go.”

However, as they stepped outside, the sound of drums and gongs filled the air, and the embroidery tower was brightly lit, more so than before, with the audience’s reactions even more intense.

Faintly, she heard phrases like ‘second bow to the parents.’

Qin Yun’s heart skipped a beat, her sharp gaze turning to the staff, asking quietly, “What’s going on?”

She hadn’t gone up yet, so why were they getting married?

The staff was just as confused.

“I don’t know! I haven’t even coordinated yet!”

Qin Yun’s anger flared, and she hurried forward to see what was happening.

When she finally reached a spot where she could see the stage, her face darkened.

Fang Zhou was already in the groom’s outfit, bowing with another woman!

Their red wedding attire, meant to symbolize joy and blessings, now seemed glaringly offensive to Qin Yun.

It felt like a thorn in her eye, painful enough that she had to clench her sleeves to maintain composure.

Qin Yun was certain she’d been played.

According to the plan, the woman on stage should have been her.

But now, with her here, who was on stage?