Duft erhebt sich zum Tanz

Kapitel 5

The four unmarried sisters of the Su family secretly rejoiced that they were not the brides, and were also happy that their thorn in their side had been removed. It seemed that she would only suffer more than live a life of luxury.

The eldest and second wives of the Su family were also happily busy looking for suitable marriage partners for their daughters. Without Su Huan'er, were they worried that no one would want their daughters?

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Chapter Two

They galloped for about an hour. The carriage gradually slowed down. Yang Yiliu—no! Now she was Su Huan'er, she couldn't be called Yang Yiliu anymore. Su Huan'er desperately resisted the urge to tear off her veil. Judging by the carriage's speed, it would take at least half a month to reach the north. Did she have to remain immobile for the entire next two weeks? Heavens! Could someone tell her how brides in ancient times were usually prepared?

The carriage stopped, and the groom who had been riding beside it jumped off his horse.

"Big Brother! She's here." The voice was low and bright, probably very young. Wasn't she still in Hangzhou? If that "Big Brother" was also in Hangzhou, why send someone to marry her in her place? Why lie to Su Guangping that the groom hadn't come? She truly couldn't understand the treachery and deceit among people in ancient times! Anyway, this Shi Wuji was not someone to be trifled with.

Even through the headscarf, she could feel a burning gaze fixed on her. Was it her husband? How old must this legendary northern tycoon be? Not young anymore, right? Building such a massive business empire single-handedly wasn't something that could be done in three or five years.

Her clasped, snow-white hands were grasped by a rough, dark hand, almost twice her size, powerful and threatening. She trembled slightly, suddenly realizing that the owner of that hand was now her husband, the man she would spend her life with. Heavens? Were two complete strangers going to share a bed and bear children together? She couldn't accept it, involuntarily shaking her head in resistance, but accidentally letting her headscarf fall. She looked at the owner of the hand in shock! It was a handsome, aloof, and unusually tall man. She froze! And in the man's cold eyes was disbelief and astonishment. Huan'er understood that feeling, just like last night when she saw her own angelic beauty reflected in the ancient dressing mirror.

In the 20th century, she knew she was beautiful enough, but compared to Su Huan'er, she paled in comparison. She also understood why Su Huan'er's four older sisters were so envious of her! She was simply too beautiful; her eyebrows were like distant mountains, naturally dark without makeup; her lips were like cherries, naturally red without lipstick; her skin was fair and delicate, seemingly fragile, but her body was too thin and frail. Her greatest fortune was that she hadn't bound her feet. She was forced not to bind her feet because her birth wasn't noble enough. But her small, lotus-like feet were white and slender, with a well-proportioned frame, like exquisitely carved white jade. From head to toe, she was a product of divine favor. No wonder others were astonished!

But this man was truly handsome. His body was muscular and his aloof face exuded an air of cold indifference that kept people at a distance. His gaze made Huan'er's heart skip a beat.

Shi Wuji calmly covered her phoenix crown with the headscarf, put his strong arm around her, carried her down from the carriage, and strode into the exquisite villa without putting her down.

It was as if he had passed through archway after archway, then stopped, waiting for the maids on either side to open the door before he went inside. In a room filled with the fragrance of orchids, he placed her on a soft bed. The maids withdrew and left. Huan'er's headscarf was then removed. Her large, bright eyes met his gaze, and time seemed to stand still. Their eyes met silently, lingering for a long time… Finally, Huan'er felt flustered by his gaze and quickly lowered her face, not daring to let him see her burning desire. "I shouldn't feel this way," Huan'er thought, berating herself for her lack of self-control.

"Get some rest. We'll head north tomorrow." He spoke, his voice low and cold, carrying an undeniable authority.

"Why?" Seeing that he seemed to be leaving, she quickly looked up and spoke in a clear and melodious voice.

"What?" he asked, surprised by her boldness!

"You're clearly in Hangzhou, why did you have someone else marry you in your place?" She was only asking a question, not complaining. But Shi Wuji clearly didn't think that way.

"If you feel it's not glamorous enough, I'll throw a grand banquet for you when we get back to the North, after all, that's the only fair thing for you."

"This isn't the answer. You still haven't said why you won't marry me yourself!" she stated clearly, and walked up to him, trying to establish an equal footing... Oh my god! She didn't even reach his chin, there was even some distance between them, and she had to tilt her head back at a ninety-degree angle to look him in the eye. Wouldn't that put her at a disadvantage? How unwise! She thought it best to take a step back. But as she stepped back, she bumped into his hand. He had actually wrapped her arms around her! She looked up at him in surprise.

"You're quite clever, quite brave, and quite daring. A woman like you who doesn't know her place needs a good beating." He lowered his face, trapping her in his small space. With just the slightest force, she would probably be crushed to pieces. His threat just now was very mocking and teasing. Su Huan'er struggled and cried out softly:

"If you really want to hit me, one punch will be enough to hurt me. There's no need to try to strangle me. Let go!"

His chest heaved heavily, and above him came his uncontrollable laughter! Huan'er stared in horror at the laughing man! He rarely laughed, especially not this kind of loud laughter. Somehow, she just knew it. She just couldn't understand what she had said that made him so happy.

After a while, he stopped laughing, looked at her intently, and gently stroked her fair, delicate cheek with one hand.

"It seems I've found a treasure in that pile of garbage; hopefully, it's not a treasure with malicious intent."

After murmuring his words, he released her and walked out without looking back.