As the daughter of a diplomat, Fan Weiying’s engagement banquet would definitely not be too shabby. Many political and business elites from Jiangzhou attended, and Fan Weiying’s parents took time off their busy schedules to rush back for their only daughter’s engagement banquet. Today’s Jinyue Hotel banquet hall was a scene of luxury and opulence. "What kind of family is this Sun Family, have you heard about them?" In a corner, several gorgeously dressed women began to whisper amongst themselves. "I know, I know," a short-haired young girl excitedly raised her hand. "I heard from my mom that this Sun Family is a Family of Scholars and has long-standing ties with the Fan Family. But I heard that this Sun Young Master is disabled." Saying this, she covered her mouth and laughed, a laugh hiding an unconcealable sense of schadenfreude. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs NoveI-Fire.ɴet "Oh? How come he’s disabled? That’s so unfortunate for Miss Fan." Yet in her heart, she was gloating, wasn’t Fan Weiying so impressive? She always carried herself with such aloofness in the socialite circle, let’s see how high and mighty she can be now. "I heard, yes, he was disabled from a car accident when he was little. However, he comes from a very influential family, with some relatives in central government, otherwise, why would the Fan Family let their only daughter become engaged to him?" "A disabled person, it seems they’re just hurting their own daughter, isn’t the Fan Family something?" "It’s just a marriage alliance, happens all the time, but it’s poor Miss Fan that I feel sorry for." Fan Weiying never needed others’ pity that seemed like they were watching a joke. Looking at the mirror at the radiant woman in a black strapless gown, Fan Weiying lifted her chin. Her spirited brow and eyes had a rebellious tenacity that added a few distinctive charms to her appearance. "Yingying, mom is doing this for your own good. Even though Xi’er... has difficulty walking, he is a good child and will treat you well. Mr. Sun and Lady Sun are good people, they promised me they will treat you like their own daughter..." The woman’s gentle voice sounded from behind, but now, she only found it annoying. She curled her lips, a trace of mockery flashed in her eyes. "Mom, do you think there’s any point in saying this now? I’m not a fool. If you hadn’t said these disgusting words, I might have retained one last bit of good impression of you. But now, there isn’t any." Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears as she looked up to hold them back forcefully. Her hands clenching tightly into fists. "I am the daughter of the Fan Family. Enjoying the honor means having to pay the price. I understand this truth, but you, you have ultimately let me down. This is the last time, and also consider it as my repayment for your upbringing." "Yingying..." The woman started to cry. Fan Weiying closed her eyes. "As the host, I shouldn’t neglect the guests. It’s supposed to be a joyous day, how can one cry? If others see it, who knows what unpleasant rumors might spread." The woman left, and the room fell into silence. She sat wearily on the sofa, wanting to cry but no tears would come. If one day, your parents suddenly tell you they’ve arranged a marriage for you since childhood, and to keep a promise, you have to marry a man you’ve never met before, and more crucially, this man is disabled, how devastated would you be? She once cried and made a scene, once protested by starving, but in the end, when her parents cried and knelt in front of her begging, what could she do? Her pride, her dignity, and the freedom she pursued all died in that moment. That her parents sold her out for their own advancement was what truly shattered her. Don’t cry, Fan Weiying, you mustn’t cry. Isn’t it just marrying a man you’ve never met? Sooner or later, you’d have to marry, might as well save the trouble of picking someone yourself. How does being disabled matter? Such a man is easy to handle. At home, she’ll be the Boss, and her in-laws feel indebted to her, treating her like a goddess. Besides, the Sun Family is related to "royalty," what a jaw-droppingly stunning opportunity, an excellent marriage is hard to find. She found ten thousand reasons for herself but could never find one reason to tell herself, Fan Weiying, why are you so sad? The room door suddenly opened from the outside, she heard the sound of wheelchair wheels rolling, and she didn’t look up. Because she knew who had come in. A scent of Snowdrop bush wafted to her nose, it smelled nice, and a slender hand holding a white handkerchief was held out to her, accompanied by a voice that was overly gentle. "Don’t cry, I will be good to you." She looked at the hand, slender and beautiful, not at all like a man’s hand, yet the color was pale, as if it hadn’t seen sunlight for years, fragile as if it would break with a touch.