Xiaoxiao’s eyes widened. What in the world was her former self talking about? Why couldn’t she understand?
Seeing Xiaoxiao frozen and unresponsive, Zhong Xiaoxiao asked again with a puzzled face, "Sister, who exactly is that man?"
"You don’t recognize him?" Xiaoxiao asked, puzzled.
Zhong Xiaoxiao shook her head, indicating she did not recognize him.
What was going on? Her former self must have seen Yang Ming’s appearance before forcing the marriage. And now she was saying she didn’t recognize him, "He is Yang Ming, the one you married."
"What did you say?" Zhong Xiaoxiao suddenly exclaimed in surprise, immediately speaking out in denial, "He is not Yang Ming."
"Yang Ming doesn’t look like him at all. Yang Ming is much more handsome than him."
"..." Xiaoxiao’s mouth twitched. Ouch, you’re saying this about my husband right in front of me, is that really okay?
Zhong Xiaoxiao seemed to be recalling something, her expression dreamy as she spoke.
"Even though I only saw him briefly, I still have a deep impression. He was wearing a white brocade robe with a silver belt around his waist, adorned with a beautiful jade piece, and black boots on his feet. I thought he was a very graceful man, especially that turn of his head, incredibly handsome. I decided right then that I wanted to marry him."
Hearing her former self’s description, Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but be stunned. That description definitely could not be Yang Ming, because his family was so poor, it was impossible for him to dress that well or wear fine jade.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that description matched Sugar Daddy, since he once dressed exactly like that. It couldn’t be such a coincidence.
A thought suddenly popped into Xiaoxiao’s mind – her former self must have fallen for Sugar Daddy, but got the name wrong and ended up marrying Yang Ming.
"I can assure you, he is Yang Ming, the one you tried so hard to marry. I traveled back in time on the day of your wedding, and there was no change in the groom."
"How can that be?" Zhong Xiaoxiao covered her mouth with both hands, looking utterly incredulous.
Xiaoxiao really didn’t want to dampen her spirits, but the truth was the truth, "Didn’t you ever doubt it? Did you think a farmer’s son could dress as you described?"
Zhong Xiaoxiao’s heart fluttered, and she continued, "I did doubt it, but then I thought, Chuntao and I were dressed like that, and besides, he agreed to marry me, so I got carried away."
Xiaoxiao held her forehead with both hands, wondering what to even say to this silly girl. Perhaps when it comes to love, everyone is a fool.
"Sis, does this mean, I got it wrong, married the wrong person?"
"..." You’re just realizing? Xiaoxiao nodded to her former self, almost feeling sorry for the girl. In the end, she had dressed up for someone else, unwittingly giving her a huge advantage.
Upon learning the truth, Zhong Xiaoxiao suddenly hugged Xiaoxiao and started sobbing loudly, leaving Xiaoxiao at a loss, "Hey, you, don’t cry."
"Sister, let me lean on you, just let me cry a little."
Xiaoxiao had no choice but to let her be, cry it out, this child is too young, probably too fragile for such a blow.
After a while, Zhong Xiaoxiao stopped crying, stepped out of Xiaoxiao’s embrace, her eyes still shimmering with tears, but her lips curved into a genuine smile, "That’s great, sister."
"I was actually a little heartbroken and reluctant about leaving my husband to you!"
Hearing this, Xiaoxiao was incredibly moved. Oh, this silly girl, sacrificing for others, neglecting her own feelings, pretending all along as if it didn’t matter.