At last, Ye Wanwan looked at herself dressed in the bright red bridal gown and felt a bit strange, as if she no longer resembled herself.
At this moment, Granny Tang was also in the room; seeing Ye Wanwan in the wedding dress, she said with a smiling face, "This wedding dress was worn by the young mistress at her own wedding."
"You mean Grandma Zeng?" Ye Wanwan asked, somewhat surprised.
"Yes, both the old man’s parents and I were sold to the young mistress’s family with a contract to sell our services; we were both still young when the young mistress got married," Granny Tang said with emotion.
Ye Wanwan found it hard to imagine how many years had passed, and how everything had changed.
After everything was ready, Granny Tang took a red bridal veil and covered Ye Wanwan’s head, and suddenly, she could see nothing.
At this moment, she wasn’t just excited but also felt an indescribable panic; after all, she had no idea what a Chinese wedding was like. Now that the veil was on, what was she supposed to do next?
"Granny Tang!" Ye Wanwan slightly anxiously grabbed Granny Tang’s hand.
Granny Tang patted her hand, "Don’t worry."
Ye Wanwan couldn’t ease her mind and was full of trepidation. Now, startled, she began to curse Shen Yi for leaving her completely unprepared.
By now, it was getting dark outside. Granny Tang helped Ye Wanwan out, while on the other side, Shen Yi had also changed his clothes.
He looked at the person in the red wedding dress and topped with a red bridal veil, carefully escorted out by Granny Tang, and Shen Yi’s heart surged with slight excitement.
Because she couldn’t see, Ye Wanwan was nervous throughout, but she stopped immediately upon hearing Granny Tang tell her she could stop.
Then, a piece of red silk was pushed into her hand; her heart was racing, and she took several deep breaths to calm her nerves.
All of a sudden, Ye Wanwan heard Shen Yi say, "You don’t need to be nervous; right now, it’s only Old Master Tang here."
"Okay," Ye Wanwan responded quietly.
Even so, she went through the entire ceremony in a daze.
She had only seen ancient Chinese dramas on TV, and now she tried hard to recall how the weddings unfolded in those dramas, then followed the directions of Butler Tang, step by step.
She didn’t know if she had made any mistakes, but eventually, it was Shen Yi who led her back to their room.
When Shen Yi lifted the veil, Ye Wanwan looked at the Shen Yi standing before her and was stunned for a moment, feeling it all a bit unreal.
After all, she had never seen Shen Yi ; for a moment, she almost thought the person before her couldn’t be Shen Yi.
Then Ye Wanwan looked around at the room’s decorations; in just a few hours, it had been turned into a bridal chamber, filled with red.
On the nearby round table, two red candles were flickering as they burned.
"Wanwan, this time, I’m marrying you with all my heart," Shen Yi looked down at Ye Wanwan, who was sitting on a red stool, and said with love-filled eyes.
Ye Wanwan knew that Shen Yi did all this to make up for the past regrets. She nodded, her voice slightly choked, "I know."
Shen Yi glanced at the wine cups placed on the round table nearby, picked up a cup, and handed it to Ye Wanwan, "I’ve made the ceremony as simple as possible, but we still have to drink the wedding toast."
Ye Wanwan looked at Shen Yi, then took the cup, hesitated for a few seconds, and silently stood up.