In the ancient and luxurious large bedroom, it was decorated as a jubilation.
A girl was sitting on the double-gloated bed. The girl's figure was delicate and pretty, and her little face, which was slightly powdered, looked delicate and pretty. At this time, she bit her lower lip, and her ten little fingers were twisted in the shape of twist. It could be seen that she was very nervous.
Today was her wedding night. It was reasonable to say that men should get married and women should get married. A wedding night was also a process that must be experienced in life, so there was nothing to be nervous about.
However, a book-faced wedding was different from anyone else's because the man she was going to marry was a disabled man who had never met. It was rumored that he had a violent personality and was suffering from a strange disease.
She knew that the man was Shang Junyi, the only son of the richest businessman in Jiang City. He had married five wives before, but none of them had a good end. She, like most outsiders, knew nothing about it.
Even on such a happy day, Shang Junyi didn't attend. He just left her alone to finish the wedding procedure.
As for how she got married, the reason was very funny and funny... She was able to cure Shang Junqian's illness.
Jiangcheng City had a lot of young and beautiful doctors, but they didn't want her. Instead, they chose her, who had been engaged in the design industry and didn't know anything about medical skills. Her parents even accepted the marriage without hesitation.
She really doubted whether she was really born by her parents.
At the moment of indignation, the carved wooden door of the bedroom was pushed open from the outside, and Yan Shuli's fingers, which had been twisted together, suddenly tightened, and his heart was hanging to his throat.
It was not until she found out that the woman who came in was a woman in her fifties that she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it wasn't him... Shang Junqian!
The woman stepped forward and stood in front of her, glancing at her with her cold eyes. She said in a respectful and indifferent tone, "Hello, I'm Aunt Qing, the butler here."
After Aunt Qing finished, she did not give Yan Shuli a chance to speak, and continued to say, "The young master has been waiting for a long time. I will take you to see him now."
Yan Yuling was stunned for a moment. She always thought this was the wedding room.
At this time, she only had one thought in her mind, "This man is so arrogant! He looks down on this newlywed wife."
Aunt Qing winked at the two servants behind her, and the servants understood what she meant. They stepped forward and said, "Young Madam, please."
Seeing that she was going to see her husband, who was ugly, violent and ill, in the rumor, her heart unconsciously beat faster. What puzzled her was that the two servants looked more nervous than her, and even their hands were trembling with the help of her.
The business area was located in the famous side mountainous area of Jiang City. The building area covered almost half of the foot of the mountain. The Chinese-style architectural style was exquisite. Perhaps because of the large area and few people, the whole house looked cold and quiet even though it was brightly lit.
At present, Yan Shuli's heart was in his throat and he didn't have the mood to look at this big house at all.
Under the escort of Aunt Qing and the servants, they passed through a corridor and finally stopped in front of a carved wooden door.
The two young men who were waiting outside the door saw the person and respectfully bowed their heads. "Young Madam, good evening."
Yan Shuli looked at the carved wooden door. There was a faint sound of pain coming from inside, and the maids' hands holding her arm tightened little by little.
"How's Big Master?" Aunt Qing asked the young man before Yan Shushi understood what was going on.
The young man looked at each other and shook his head.
"Open the door for me," Aunt Qing said.
The heavy carved wooden door opened, and the painful humming became clear in an instant.
