USWHC -Chapter 217 Engagement Turmoil (Part 7)

Hua Feiwu spotted the Ji family from afar, but instead of walking over to greet them, he deliberately lifted his chin high, looking as though he were arrogantly looking down on everyone.

Seeing his haughty attitude made Old Madam Ji even more displeased. “His sister is the one getting married, so why is he hanging around at the groom’s house?”

“Isn’t it because they finally managed to cling to such a good marriage? He’s here to show it off,” Ji Mei said sourly.

But she wasn’t entirely wrong. On such an important day, Hua Feiwu had been standing at the entrance of the Sun family’s residence since early morning, as if afraid people wouldn’t know that the Sun family was marrying a daughter of the Hua family.

“Aiyo, Sister Ji!”

Suddenly an excited shout rang out, far more enthusiastic than Hua Feiwu’s attitude.

Zhu Jie looked up and saw that it was Ergou’s mother approaching them. She was wearing a floral cotton jacket—yes, the kind with clusters of red flowers and green leaves. From a distance, it looked like spring itself had arrived.

Clearly she was quite satisfied with this floral jacket of hers. As she walked, she kept smoothing and adjusting her clothes, making sure everyone noticed. Zhu Jie took one look and thought, Oh—new clothes.

“Why did you come here again?” Old Madam Ji complained, seemingly thinking that as a strong supporter of their side, Ergou’s mother shouldn’t appear here.

But Ergou’s mother said proudly, “Madam Sun insisted on inviting me to help. Their household can’t do without me right now!”

That statement really puffed herself up. Old Madam Ji couldn’t help rolling her eyes again.

Ergou’s mother continued, “Look, the auspicious hour is almost here. They even asked me to come out and see when the newlyweds will arrive.” As she spoke, she deliberately craned her neck to look down the road again and again.

Hearing this only made Old Madam Ji angrier. A fence-sitter who changes sides with the wind! she cursed inwardly.

Just then, a burst of festive music came rolling down the road. From afar they could already see tall horses and an eight-man bridal sedan chair approaching—a truly grand and lively procession.

“They’re here! They’re here!” Ergou’s mother’s voice, an octave higher than usual, pierced straight through the noisy crowd as she shouted excitedly.

Zhu Jie squinted into the distance. Sure enough—it was true. Wasn’t the man sitting steadily atop the tall horse Sun Shaoyan himself?

He looked extremely pleased, the corners of his mouth stretched nearly to his ears. Judging by his expression, he was quite satisfied. It seemed he truly liked Hua Feixue.

To be honest, Zhu Jie felt a tiny bit disappointed inside. After all, he was a man she had once flirted with, and yet he had changed his heart so quickly. Sigh… men really aren’t reliable.

The festive music led the way, firecrackers exploded one after another, and in no time the front of the Sun residence became incredibly lively. The crowd of onlookers pressed in so tightly that it was impossible to move.

When Old Madam Ji saw the bright red sedan chair finally come to a stop, she couldn’t help letting out a sigh.

Such a grand wedding should have belonged to her Ji Mei. How had Hua Feixue ended up benefiting from it instead?

Ji Mei, meanwhile, stared at the refined and handsome groom. When their Young Master Sun gracefully jumped down from his horse, she almost felt her heart bleed.

After being dressed up so carefully today, Young Master Sun actually looked several years younger—handsome and imposing.

Such a handsome husband… how did I miss my chance?

Auntie Fei also waddled over with her impossible-to-ignore figure, directing Young Master Sun through the wedding customs—lifting the curtain and kicking the sedan chair.

As someone experienced with second marriages, Young Master Sun handled everything in an orderly and practiced manner. He lacked the rashness of a young novice and instead appeared calm and steady.

Zhu Jie could even hear Ji Mei’s long sighs. It looked as though Ji Mei’s tears were about to spill out.

To everyone else, this was a joyful wedding scene. But to Ji Mei, it felt like a heart-wrenching tragic drama.

However, for Hua Feixue inside the bridal sedan chair, this must have been the perfect romantic moment.

Holding Young Master Sun’s hand, she stepped gracefully out of the sedan. The moment she appeared, the surrounding crowd burst into exclamations.

You think they were gasping because the bride was beautiful?

Think again. In those days, how could ordinary people expect to see the bride’s face? That privilege belonged only to the groom.

So why were the onlookers exclaiming?

They were stunned by the bride’s luxurious attire.