Chapter 800: We Didn’t Have a Wedding Like This
Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks
She watched as An You and Wei Lingxian sat together to accept the new coupleâs kowtows. She didnât even have the chance to sit side by side with An You. They were the true happy family.
When she saw the smile on Wei Lingxianâs face, a feeling of pain that was hard to put into words welled up in her heart.
Everyone was happy, Mingzhu was the sole person who had such a bitter expression on her face. That pained expression of hers completely ruined the atmosphere. When the old madame saw that Mingzhu was being like this, she had Mingzhu head back to her own courtyard. Who was she pulling this face to show?
Mingzhu felt even more wronged when she was driven away and her expression filled with even more sorrow like someone had bullied her. An You was currently drinking with people, so he didnât notice her at all.
This liveliness had nothing to do with her. She would never be able to experience this kind of liveliness.
Ning Shu was talking with other married women with a smile. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mingzhuâs desolate expression. Mingzhu probably understood by now that her relationship with An You hadnât gotten peopleâs approval and blessings. She had just been subjectively assuming everything.
Mingzhuâs current status couldnât even count as a mistress because she hadnât been added to the family history. She shouldâve been a noble mistress, but she didnât complete the tea offering ritual. When the old madame saw that Mingzhu didnât seem to care, she naturally didnât bother to remind her about the adding her name to the family history.
That was why, falling in love was easy. It was continuing to love that was hard.
An You and Mingzhu had died in the end, which was why their love was labeled as true love.
As Ning Shu looked at An Yu, she felt a gratified feeling rise up in her heart. It was clearly happiness due to seeing her son take a good wife and form his own family.
After that loud lively day, the generalâs residence finally quieted down. Mingzhu and An You lay together on the bed. Mingzhu said to An You, âAn You, we didnât have a wedding like this.â
An You hugged Mingzhu. âOnce you give birth to the child, Iâll hold one for you.â
A hard to describe sense of anger and exhaustion suddenly flooded Mingzhuâs heart and she turned so that her back faced An You.
An You hugged Mingzhu and said consolingly, âMingzhu, youâre pregnant now, so you shouldnât worry too much. Itâs not good for your health.â
Mingzhu was very angry, but she also couldnât pinpoint why she was angry. After a while, when she turned around, she found that An You had actually fallen asleep.
An Yu got married today, so as An Yuâs father, he had to greet all the customers which was naturally a lot of work. If it was a normal day, An You definitely wouldâve continued consoling Mingzhu, but since he was too tired today, he fell asleep.
However, in this moment, all the strange unhappy emotions that were accumulating in Mingzhuâs heart suddenly exploded forth and her entire body pulsed with grievances and sadness. Mingzhu couldnât even lie to herself anymore. An You was all that she had left in this life, but she had just found out that she wasnât all that An You had.
This made her very angry and unwilling to accept things. There was even a faint sense of regret.
âWake up! An You, wake up!â Mingzhu started slapping An Youâs face hard. An You opened his eyes and caught Mingzhuâs hand. He could feel stinging pain come from his face. Mingzhuâs nails seemed to have left scratches on his face.
âWhat are you doing? Mingzhu, whatâs with you!?â Anger appeared on An Youâs face, but anyone would be angry when they were suddenly hit.
When Mingzhu saw An You being so fierce towards her, tears immediately overflowed and she started crying. âAn You, you actually yelled at me? How can you treat me this way?â
An You reached out and pulled Mingzhu into his arms as he exhaustedly comforted Mingzhu. âAre you not feeling well? Donât cry, as soon as you cry, my heart feels like itâs breaking.â
Mingzhu leaned into An Youâs chest and was enveloped by the lingering smell of medicine. She felt nauseous, but An You kept hugging her tightly. The strong scent of the medicine caused her stomach to churn violently, so she abruptly pushed An You away and leaned over the side of the bed to throw up.