Chapter 2: The Grand Wedding

"This... This is!"

Lin Jiaojiao saw her and Yan Sihan's bridal chamber on their wedding night! Her eyes were wide and round in disbelief.

Looking at the jubilant and luxurious bridal chamber in front of her, she thought she was dreaming!

But the pain around her neck and the sensation of suffocation told her that this was not a dream!

She was back at the time of her grand wedding, just when she had kicked away the stool in an attempt to hang herself!

Although it was unbearable, she knew that Yan Sihan would come to rescue her, just as he did in her previous life. When her vision was failing, Yan Sihan arrived and caught her in his arms.

However, her actions had angered him, leading him to confine her for a month, with someone always watching over her!

Although she knew someone would come to save her, the feeling of hanging there was too uncomfortable! Her head felt so heavy...

Just as she was almost fainting, she heard the sound of the door opening, and then she felt weightless, falling into a chilly embrace.

She slightly opened her eyes, saw the familiar figure, and shakily raised a hand to touch his face.

"Are you so unwilling to marry this prince? Even resorting to hanging yourself?"

She was met with a large hand restraining her wrist, the grip slightly heavy, making her gasp in pain.

Hearing his words, Lin Jiaojiao's heart tremored. She'd heard this in her previous life too. Gazing at him in a daze, she softly called out, "Yan Sihan~"

Yan Sihan's face was cold, his eyes were slightly red. Despite her coercive measure of attempting suicide, he couldn't bear to throw her down harshly on the bed.

No matter how angry, he would never hurt her.

"Yan Sihan~..." She continued to call his name, her eyes already misty, eventually, the tears started to fall.

Overwhelmed by the reunion, her body quaked amid sobs.

But in Yan Sihan's eyes, he saw her fear, his well-defined hands clenching her jaw, his tone restrained yet dangerous: "Are you so afraid of this prince?"

"Jiaojiao, from today onward, you are this prince's princess consort. Whether alive or dead! You are mine!"

His voice, clear and bright yet slightly hoarse, carried a hint of suppressed anger, its commanding and threatening tone evident from within and without.

This tone made her extremely frightened in her previous life!

But she knew, Yan Sihan would never harm her, let alone bear to see her hurt.

"Yan Sihan~ Hold~" She moved closer, and wrapped her arms around his waist.

No matter how chilling the aura emanating from him was, she had no fear, for this was her Yan Sihan, the Yan Sihan who had given up everything for her.

At that moment, Yan Sihan was taken aback as she usually would avoid him, why was she now approaching him?

Perhaps she was bending her pride for the sake of the Lin family.

"Jiaojiao, let go!"

His tone was cold and angry, as if suppressing something. If it were in the past, she would have fled without hesitation.

But now, she didn't want to let go, she wanted to hold on to him tightly. This was her husband; this was their wedding night.

In her past life, they weren't able to consummate their marriage on their wedding night. She was caught when she tried to send a message to Yan Nanchen, which made Yan Sihan so angry that he forced himself on her!

Actually, she had never liked Yan Nanchen; she only hated Yan Sihan for a time because of her father's words and used it to provoke Yan Sihan.

In the end, he still removed her arms from around him, his dark, phoenix eyes staring intensely at her.

But she wasn't scared, looking back at him unabashedly, her almond eyes glistening, her soft, young face bearing a hint of childlike innocence.

The two were so close that even their breathing could be heard.

Yan Sihan's gaze unconsciously moved to her lips, his throat moving slightly.

"Prince..." With a soft call, her lips were left unable to make another sound.

A possessive kiss descended, a pair of large hands holding the back of her head.

Although it was uncomfortable, she didn't resist and awkwardly responded instead.

It was like eating a sweet piece of iced sugar cake, only this iced sugar cake was warm and wouldn't melt, no matter how much she savored it.