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C6 Cage

It was true that she had fantasized about marrying him countless times, but she wanted him to be willing and not take revenge in this manner!

What she wanted was a happy marriage, not a cage to trap her in.

However, Lu Anming did not care about that at all.

He sneered as he threw the wedding dress onto An Xi's body. With a cold snort, he said, "Tomorrow's wedding will be as usual. However, An Xi, congratulations on successfully replacing Guan Tingting."

With that, he bent down and lightly patted her face, his voice sounding as if it came from hell. "It's just a substitute, I'll let you know what it feels like to be a substitute."

With that, he left without looking back.

An Xi tightly held onto the wedding dress that didn't belong to her, and began to cry in a stifled and aggrieved manner.

It had been her wish for three years to wear her wedding dress as his bride.

Now that she had finally achieved it, her heart ached.

She knew that life would not be easy after marriage, but what else could she do now that things had come to this?

Furthermore, the An clan also called, saying that they couldn't afford to lose face and threw her over to Lu Anming like throwing trash.

Regardless of whether she was willing or not, she had to marry Lu Anming.

The next morning, she changed into her inappropriate wedding dress and numbly followed the driver to the wedding site.

All the decorations and accessories at the wedding were the styles that Guan Tingting liked.

Seeing the purple veil and bow, An Xi bitterly smiled. She clearly hated purple the most.

"An Xi, you slut!" At this moment, Guan Ting suddenly rushed out and ruthlessly slapped An Xi's face.

An Xi had been beaten into a daze. She fell to the ground in a sorry state.

Guan Tingting still couldn't calm herself down. She rushed forward and kicked her forehead. The heel of her shoe broke her forehead, causing blood to flow out.

She was in so much pain that tears came out, but Guan Tingting grabbed her and kicked her non-stop, cursing obscenities.

"Shameless bitch!" You think you can get Lu Anming with this kind of method? I tell you, stop dreaming! Lu Anming will never love you in this life! Even if he marries you, it will only be to torture you! "

An Xi clenched her teeth tightly as she endured Guan Tingting's kicks, tears streaming down her face.

She raised her eyes and saw Lu Anming in a suit and leather shoes not far away.

He just stared at her coldly, neither speaking nor stopping her. His eyes were as cold as ice.

In that instant, An Xi's heart once again fiercely ached.

Hehe, this is the man she loves …

That was the first time she clearly felt the difference between being loved and being loved.

After Guan Tingting finished venting her anger, Lu Anming got someone to bring her down.

The wedding was about to start. An Xi embarrassedly walked into the locker room, bandaged her wounds, and changed into a new wedding dress. She then put on her veil and walked out from the backstage step by step.

It was ironic that other people wore headwear for the sake of beauty, but she was the only one who covered up the wound.

The wedding she had been waiting for had just begun.

However, the way Lu Anming looked at her was very perfunctory. The whole wedding process had been both rushed and awkward.

Until she moved into Lu Anming's house, she was still in a trance. So she really did marry Lu Anming.

In the middle of the night, Lu Anming, drunk, pushed open the door and entered the room.

"Tingting." He shouted Guan Tingting's name and pressed himself against An Xi's body, kissing her through the thin veil of her head.

This kiss was filled with boundless tenderness and love, yet it made An Xi's tears stream down uncontrollably.

In these three years, this was the first time he kissed her so gently, but he treated her like Guan Tingting.

That woman she hated to the bones …

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