Selling Yourself to Pay Your Gambling Debts: The Rich and the Young Buy a Wife

According to what the eminent monk said, the wedding was not held in a fashion that is popular among modern people.

The bride did not wear a white veil or jewelry.

This is a vintage wedding.

Therefore, the bride wears red clothes, red makeup, and a red hijab. She enters the house in a sedan.

No one knows how many times the twenty-year-old girl's eyes were red under the bright red hijab, but there were no tears.

She swore that from now on, she would never cry again, and no matter what happened, she would never shed tears again.

She made this decision the moment she decided to marry into the Si family.

She was simply bought by the family, so no matter what happened or what grievance she suffered, what right did she have to cry?

Three hundred thousand, a full three hundred thousand, has fallen into the pockets of her father's creditors. She was equivalent to being sold, and she sold her life at such a cheap price.

The sedan landed and the curtain was opened.

Blocked by the red hijab, she could only see the road on the ground.

Following Xipo's guidance, she followed carefully and entered the noisy main hall.

"The bride has arrived!" A high-pitched announcement was heard, and the entire wedding hall immediately fell silent.

Everyone's eyes were on Wang Yue'er, but she was covered with a hijab and couldn't see her face clearly.

It can be seen that everyone's eyes are full of curiosity, as if they wish they could grow clairvoyance eyes and be able to penetrate that layer of gauze.

What kind of woman is willing to marry a man who is very sick and about to die?

It is certain that the family is poor, everyone knows this.

Thinking of this, some people's eyes showed disdain, but fortunately, Wang Yue'er could not see these looks that hurt people's self-esteem.

The way she walks makes her look like a lady, and her tall and thin figure, without even seeing her face, can easily arouse people's imagination.

"Look at you, staring straight at others, be careful if your eyeballs fall to the ground!" The woman wearing a noble dark blue dress gave Si Fang a fierce look.

Yes, she is none other than the eldest mistress of the Si family, namely Si Bo's wife, Mei Xilin.

Wang Yue'er stopped looking at Wang Yuer, and his anger was written on his face. "There are many people at home today, so don't cause trouble!" he warned Mei Xilin.

"I'm going to cause trouble? You are so tight that you act like a big brother. Can I cause trouble?" She sat in the first place on the side of the main hall, and Wufan sat next to her.

Zifan's face turned blue and white as a result. Fortunately, the two people's conversation was so quiet that no one heard it.

Opposite Si Fang, Si Ran sat with an expressionless face. Si Ran was the second young master of the Si family. He was born to the same mother as Si Fang. Although he was born in the wedding hall, he seemed to be aloof.

A pair of headphones were plugged into his ears, and the music in the headphones was extremely loud. He was shaking his head along with it.

The naughty little girl Si Miaomiao poked Si Ran who was intoxicated by the music and pulled out his headphones. "Second brother, the bride is here!"

Only then did I realize that Siran didn't know about the bride's arrival at all.

"Just be there when you get there, anyway, it's not your third brother who wants to marry her!" Siran pursed his lips.

Now twenty-five years old, he still has a childlike innocence and wants to continue listening to music.

"Second brother, are you awake or are you crazy? Today is not third brother's wedding, but whose wedding is it?" Si Miaomiao's voice was a little loud.

Many people around heard it.