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Three days later, the lively wedding procession entered the Jiang family residence in full swing.
The Luanfeng Wedding Dress and Mandarin Duck Veil covered a stiff, numb body and a face that seemed lost and forlorn.
By midnight, the guests gradually dispersed, and the once bustling Jiang Residence began to return to tranquility.
Wandie sat quietly by the bed in the bridal chamber, her face as serene as autumn waters, yet her heart felt as dead as ashes.
Jiang Haotian walked in and saw that Wandie had already removed her bridal veil on her own. He felt no anger at this.
He approached her and sat beside her on the bed, a faint sense of joy stirring within him. She was finally his, despite the twists and turns it took to get here; he decided not to dwell on it any longer.
“Wandie,” he said softly, “from now on, I will treat you well and ensure you never suffer even the slightest grievance.” He slowly raised his hand, intending to touch her cheek, but she recoiled from him in disgust.
A hint of embarrassment washed over his face as he withdrew his hand awkwardly, feeling at a loss for words.
“Wandie, what is it about me that you find so detestable?” he asked, his head hanging low in frustration. A deep sense of disappointment settled in his heart.
Having grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth, men praised him for his intelligence while women admired his handsome looks.
Throughout his life, he had never encountered any setbacks. Yet now, everything about him seemed wrong in her eyes. No matter how hard he tried to win her favor, all he received was her cold indifference.
Wandie remained silent, her icy demeanor piercing his heart even more.
Her silence and disregard felt like the most powerful weapons, leaving him defeated without a fight.
“Forget it. I’ll sleep in the study tonight. You should get some rest,” he said, not wanting to pressure her or force himself upon her. He knew that such actions would only deepen her hatred for him, leaving him with no chance at all.
He thought to himself that women were ultimately soft-hearted. He refused to believe that his indulgence and affection would not earn him even a hint of gratitude or reciprocation from her.
The next morning, Jiang Haotian awoke at the desk in the study as dawn broke outside.
After the maidservants had helped him wash and dress, they went straight to Wandie's room.
He carefully pushed the door open and saw her lying in bed fully clothed. His heart ached at the thought of disturbing her.
Just as he was about to retreat, he caught sight of a stack of papers on the table, densely filled with tiny, neat handwriting. Upon closer inspection, he realized they all bore the name—Bao Sinian.
It felt as if his heart had taken a tremendous blow, sinking heavily within him.
Like a petulant child, he clenched the papers tightly in his hands until they wrinkled, then hurled them forcefully to the ground.
Wandie was startled awake by the sudden noise. Blurrily, she saw his face twisted with anger and sorrow, and a wave of vindictive pleasure surged within her.
She got up and walked over, meeting his gaze without flinching, and loudly demanded, "What right do you have to tear my writing?"
She remained unrepentant and oblivious to any sense of guilt, which infuriated Jiang Haotian even more.
He crumpled the last piece of paper into a ball and threw it at her feet with force, spitting out through clenched teeth, "Because I love you."
Wandie turned her face away with a cold laugh; she found his words utterly ridiculous.
Love her? Love her would mean not imprisoning her in this cage; love her would mean respecting her wishes instead of claiming her as his own. Such intense and domineering love was something she could not bear.
"Jiang Haotian, you know why I agreed to marry you!" She knew that saying such words would provoke him, yet she insisted on speaking them. If it made him so furious that he decided to divorce her, that would suit her just fine.
Wandie's words struck a nerve within him.
If it weren't for Bao Sinian's safety back then, she would have preferred to send him a cold corpse instead.
He disliked the feeling of being toyed with by her. Struggling to calm the turmoil within him, he maintained a composed expression and said, "Are you so sure that he is safe now?"
“Jiang Haotian, you despicable man!” Tang Wandie’s eyes seemed ready to shoot flames; she had truly overestimated his character.
He turned his face away, a dark smile playing on his lips, but in a corner of his heart, there was a dull ache. He said, “Tang Wandie, I never claimed to be a good person. As long as I can have you, I would rather be a complete villain.”
Beneath those seemingly heartless words lay a deep sense of helplessness and unwillingness.
Since he could not enter her heart, it was better to keep her by force.
Wandie deliberately avoided his sorrowful gaze, feeling an inexplicable emotion stirring within her, making her suddenly realize that he wasn’t so unbearable after all.
Perhaps he truly loved her, but unfortunately, he had chosen the wrong way to express it; no matter how hard he tried, it would all be in vain.
Time passed little by little. They say that love grows over time, yet after all this time, Wandie remained as indifferent to Jiang Haotian as a stranger.
Between them, there seemed to be an invisible barrier that kept them apart, preventing them from loving each other.
Even though Jiang Haotian offered her the best of everything—silks and satins, exquisite hairpins and jewelry—anything she liked, he spared no expense and threw money around recklessly.
Yet, in the end, no amount of wealth could buy a smile from her. That barrier was unbreakable, as if it had taken root in her heart and gradually grew into a towering tree.
And that barrier was Bao Sinian.
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