Yan Zhen had no strength to speak. She knelt in front of her parents' coffins and cried bitterly all day long. Half a month passed, and every household took turns sending her some food. She knew that the villagers had done their best.
She is only seventeen years old. She doesn't want to get married. She still wants to study. There is a bright future waiting for her. She also wants to change her hometown through her own efforts. Why does God do this to her?
The sky seemed to be always black, with thunder and lightning and violent storms for several days.
Yan Zhen agreed to the marriage with tears in her eyes. How heartbroken her parents would be if they knew that a seventeen-year-old girl was marrying a thirty-five-year-old man.
There was immediate movement from the man's side. Since Yan Zhen had no one at home, he waived the betrothal gift and gave the matchmaker some money to pick a good day to pick up Yan Zhen.
The date was quickly decided. At the beginning of next month, there was still half a month left. During this half month, Yan Zhen would stay at the matchmaker's house.
Just one day before the man's wedding, a Ferrari suddenly drove into the village. The luxurious and eye-catching Ferrari seemed out of place in the poor village.
The Ferrari stopped in the middle of the village, and a noble lady stepped out of the car dignifiedly. She was dressed in gorgeous and fashionable clothes, and her pointed high heels made the villagers sweat for her.
The lady smiled elegantly at everyone, and then asked everyone about Yan Zhen.
Yan Zhen came to the lady as pale as paper. The lady looked at her carefully, then gently held her in her arms and called her name tenderly.
It was a mother's embrace that she had not seen for a long time. The tip of Yan Zhen's nose felt sore and tears could not help but roll down.
"Xiao Zhen, call me Aunt Churong, I am your aunt."
It turns out that she still has relatives, and she is not alone in this world!
"Aunt Churong." Yan Zhen cried loudly in her arms.
Yan Zhen was brought back to City X by Sheng Churong. The bustling city dazzled Yan Zhen.
Yan Zhen was very grateful to Sheng Churong. If she hadn't appeared in time, she would have got married tomorrow.
Entering the luxurious apartment was as unreal as a dream. The mansion she thought she could only see on TV shone brightly in front of her.
She looked at the mansion in front of her in surprise.
Uncle Ning Hua'an stroked her head like a father and then gave her a bracelet.
The pink bracelet shone brightly, and Yan Zhen took it tremblingly, fearing that she would accidentally break it.