Grand wedding cars formed a line across the street, drawing the attention of many passersby who took pictures with their phones.
Dudu sat inside the car, her face adorned with delicate makeup beneath the white veil, but she showed no signs of bridal joy.
The wedding venue was a traditional church, arranged by her parents and the Qiao family. She had never visited it, not once, appearing nothing like a bride-to-be.
Qiao Luchen's thoughts were a mystery. There was no real affection between them, and they had little private interaction. Yet, he always acted concerned about her in front of the elders, kindly and considerate, even willing to marry a woman he did not love.
She had wondered, perhaps it was simply because her father was the hospital director, while his father worked at the hospital. Could there be some benefits after marriage?
