The Royal Hotel.

Dressed in a white wedding gown, You Ran stood quietly.

Her flawless makeup, chestnut bobbed hair, and pale neck made her seem like an elf from the deep woods. Were it not for her wedding gown, people might mistake her as a random guest.

The groom was busy and went to answer a call, leaving her alone. She could feel countless curious gazes fixed on her, forcing herself to remain calm because she was waiting for someone.

Had the groom still not returned, and was that commotion at the doorway him?

You Ran's heart tightened and she couldn't help looking over. She caught a pair of astonished eyes. Laughing silently, she softly smiled at the groom approaching her, "Yuanhang, I'm going to touch up my makeup upstairs."

Ji Yuanhang, today's groom, his cold gaze fell on her face, and he nodded.

They'd known each other for three days, and she hadn't seen him smile. Even when he proposed, his face remained without a smile. Fortunately, she'd gotten used to it, and the guests at the wedding banquet should be accustomed to it, too.

Step by step, You Ran moved towards the second floor, room 208, where she would fix her makeup and change her dress.

She walked slowly, keeping her spine straight, knowing that the man would surely follow her upstairs.

As You Ran reached the entrance of room 208, she reached out to push open the door, but another hand quickly opened it and pushed her inside.

Next, she found herself in a familiar embrace.

"How can you be his bride? Didn't I tell you to wait for me?"

Leaning against his chest, hearing his urgent question, You Ran once again laughed. Wasn't this the moment she had been waiting for, agreeing to this absurd wedding?

He could panic for himself for once.

YouRan burst into tears of laughter.

A certain part of his heart began to throb. Who did he think he was? To dismiss her whenever he pleased? Was she supposed to obediently wait for him whenever he asked her to?

Before YouRan could respond, the man became agitated. Grabbing her chin, he forcibly made her look at him. It was then that he realized she was crying.

"Stop this nonsense, will you? Hurry back and wait for me, three months – no, two months," he said softly, assuming that she must have regretted creating such a scene upon seeing her tears.

YouRan stared at the man she had once been willing to die for. Even now, he still saw her as his possession, kept within his own defined boundaries.

Did he ever love her? Did he ever respect her?

She suddenly raised her hand, shook off his grip, and took a step back. "Ji YuanYang, do you think I'm throwing a tantrum at you?" she said coldly.

Ji YuanYang had never seen YouRan speaking to him in such a tone, with such an expression, and he couldn't help frowning. "YouRan, were it not for me, would you have married that despicable man? You don't even know him, yet you told me a week after our breakup that you're marrying him. Tell me, if you're not throwing a tantrum at me, what is this?"

YouRan's lips curled up slightly. "Ji YuanYang, you're overestimating your own charm. And, please respect my husband," she retorted, her face completely hardened afterward.

Any lingering feelings for Ji YuanYang evaporated with his callous word.

Ji YuanYang might not have liked him either, but he had never disparaged him. In this regard, Ji YuanYang was better than him.

Even though she didn't love Ji YuanHang, she felt obligated to defend him at that moment.

Ji YuanYang's breathing became heavy. He grabbed YouRan's wrist and pulled hard.