Transmigrated as a Scum Alpha: Now I Have a Wife via the Heartless Dao - Chapter 28

The wrist she held was incredibly thin, as if it would snap with the slightest pressure. Yu Qianyan restrained her strength, but could not help using her fingers to secretly gauge the thickness of Rong Shu’s wrist joint.

However, Yu Qianyan soon noticed Rong Shu’s wrist trembling slightly. The movement was so small that if her attention hadn’t been focused entirely on it, she would not have noticed the anomaly.

The thin wrist had little flesh on it, and its trembling made Yu Qianyan feel as if she were holding a fledgling bird found on a rainy day, one that had barely grown its feathers, shivering from the harsh weather and the fear of losing its parents. A sense of pity welled up.

Looking back, Rong Shu lowered her eyes, and her emotions were unreadable. Only her thin, fragile shoulders spoke silently of her helplessness.

Seeing the mask on Rong Shu’s face now, Yu Qianyan found it somewhat bothersome, as it made it impossible for her to discern her partner’s state. She had no choice but to slow her pace, moving from being a step ahead to walking side by side.

The incident with the landing board had happened suddenly. Not only had the guests failed to fully react, but even the officiant had been stunned for a few seconds after the couple stood before him, before continuing with the next segment as if nothing had happened.

The following steps proceeded smoothly, following the sequence that had been rehearsed countless times.

Bowing to the elders, thanking friends and family, reciting vows, exchanging tokens, and sealing the marriage.

There was no specific requirement for the tokens. The most common were jewelry like rings, necklaces, or bracelets, though some exchanged family medals or handmade crafts. There were even a few creative ones who exchanged mechas or firearms at the wedding venue.

In this regard, Yu Qianyan, having been strictly warned by Yu Qishan not to pull any stunts, honestly took out the Yu family’s ancestral snake-heart stone gold ring. The style was not particularly trendy, but it was classic and timeless. The craftsmanship was exquisite, the quality rare, and it served as a symbol of the status of the Omega rightfully married by the head of the Yu family.

Rong Shu stared blankly at the ring Yu Qianyan put on her finger, her expression complex and puzzled.

She recognized this ring.

In her past life, after the marriage, Yu Qianyan had never given her the ring. It was not until after her miscarriage, when she received a letter from Zhu Lanjun with this ring attached, that she realized Yu Qianyan had given it to Zhu Lanjun to please her.

Times had changed, and now, this very ring was placed on her hand by Yu Qianyan herself, rightfully becoming her possession.

Yu Qianyan kept an eye on Rong Shu’s reaction. Seeing her staring at the ring silently, her eyes reddening, she thought Rong Shu disliked the outdated style and was about to offer some comfort when Rong Shu suddenly pulled her hand back, clenched it behind her back, and curved her eyes at her.

Was she smiling?

It looked like it, but unfortunately, Rong Shu was wearing a mask, and Yu Qianyan could not clearly make out her expression. Once again, she felt the mask was in the way.

Before Yu Qianyan could ask anything, Rong Shu took out her token, which was also a ring.

This ring was different from what Yu Qianyan had prepared. The material was not expensive, but the design was quite unique. A small, heart-shaped pink diamond was set in the center. The setting did not use the common prong technique, but instead uniquely wrapped across the surface of the diamond in a cross, making it look like two iron chains or ropes binding the heart tightly.

Yu Qianyan smiled as she looked at the ring, finding Rong Shu’s little thoughts quite cute. She really was a little girl starved for love, wanting to grasp her heart tightly even in the design of a ring.

“What are you smiling at?” Rong Shu suddenly leaned in and asked, opening her eyes wide and staring at Yu Qianyan without blinking, fearing she might miss a single change in expression, “Do you like this ring?”

Yu Qianyan laughed dumbly and had no choice but to nod in cooperation, “I like it, it’s very beautiful.”

Strangely, Rong Shu did not look very happy upon hearing her answer. Instead, she stared at her as if scrutinizing her, and before Yu Qianyan’s gaze turned suspicious, she withdrew her expression as if nothing had happened and retreated to her original position.

Yu Qianyan vaguely sensed that Rong Shu seemed a bit off, but she could not figure out what was wrong. Since Rong Shu was displaying an uncooperative, self-closed attitude, Yu Qianyan had no choice but to temporarily put the matter aside, intending to resolve it after the wedding was over.

As the officiant announced the completion of the ceremony, Yu Qianyan and Rong Shu were officially joined as a legal married couple. Their heavy burdens could be slightly put down, and they were led by Yu Qishan to toast at each main table.

Normally, this segment should have been led by the elders of both sides. However, the guests who came today were primarily Yu family friends and relatives, all wealthy or noble. Rong Bi’s status was not exactly low in the Capital Star, but in the current occasion, it did not quite measure up. Even if he wanted to be the leading elder, not many people would buy it.

Who would neglect a big shot like Yu Qishan to waste time with Rong Bi?

Therefore, even without prior coordination, Rong Bi had some self-awareness. Seeing Yu Qishan lead them away with wine glasses, he did not go to ask for trouble. He stayed at his table, eating and drinking happily, enjoying the compliments and admiration within his own little sphere.

Of course, whether it was Rong Bi, Ning Ting, or the three Rong siblings who had not even entered the makeup room and had made a scene in front of the wedding procession, Yu Qianyan and Rong Shu did not care about their thoughts.

They had followed Yu Qishan to the Emperor and Empress. They obediently listened to Yu Qishan’s pleasantries, saying hello when asked and toasting when prompted.

During this time, the Emperor unintentionally complimented Rong Shu’s mask. Afterward, in all interactions with other guests, everyone only had praise for Rong Shu’s mask design. It was just that Rong Shu, whether out of shyness or something else, remained silent in the face of these compliments, and could only rely on Yu Qianyan to politely smooth things over for her throughout the process.

Imperial customs were old-fashioned in some ways and open in others. The ceremony flow had to follow the rules, but the attire and styling of the bride and groom depended entirely on personal preference.

Therefore, although Rong Shu’s mask was rare, because the overall image was aesthetically harmonious and had been praised by the Emperor himself, no one felt it was strange. It muddled through and became a highlight, eventually becoming a budding trend for wedding attire in noble circles for quite some time.

After the toasts, the wedding was mostly over, leaving only the ballroom dance segment.

This was a long-standing Imperial custom. The newlyweds would dance the first dance, and then everyone present was free to dance and sing, or leave as they pleased.

The waiting waiters opened the doors to the ballroom, where the lights, music, and wine had all been prepared long ago.

Everyone’s eyes moved to Yu Qianyan and Rong Shu, waiting for the first dance to officially open the revelry.

This time, it was Yu Qianyan who fell silent, and she only steeled herself to step into the ballroom after being pushed secretly by Rong Shu a few times.

Yu Qianyan naturally knew about the ballroom segment at the end of the wedding, but knowing it was one thing—how was she supposed to dance a duet?

Just as when she first arrived in this world and it took her several days to master mental power despite having the original body’s memories, the skill of dancing had been played to perfection by the original body, a master of romance. But to Yu Qianyan, it felt as hazy and unfamiliar as looking at the moon through fog.

Also, because of subconscious disregard and objective preoccupation with various tasks, Yu Qianyan never thought to spend effort practicing dancing.

And for a playboy Alpha like the original, what dance didn’t she know? Just as no one would remind a living person to remember to breathe, no one thought to remind Yu Qianyan to prepare a duet with Rong Shu in advance.

This resulted in Yu Qianyan now having a head full of theoretical knowledge, but when actually dancing, she was as clumsy as a marionette.

Fortunately, Rong Shu’s dance skills were already maxed out. With her covering and guiding, Yu Qianyan’s abnormalities did not appear too abrupt, and she was able to bluff her way through with excuses like nervousness or fatigue.

As soon as the first dance ended, Yu Qianyan pulled Rong Shu to leave the floor, fleeing the dreadful ballroom and leaving all the noise behind.

Some noticed the quiet departure of the newlywed AO, but only exchanged knowing glances, not bothering the couple who were clearly eager for a legal private meeting.

They ran against the flow of people towards the empty garden outside. The cool breeze whistled as it brushed through the dense branches.

Their shadows were cast long and thin under the bright moonlight. Because they were running one after the other, they intertwined like a strange, dark shadow, flowing across the path, crawling up the low wall, and finally stopping by the wishing pond, scaring the old turtle inside.

Yu Qianyan felt that running for a bit was incredibly refreshing, as if she had shaken off the embarrassment and awkwardness on the road here. Even though she was not tired from this short run, she deliberately took deep breaths, enjoying the shallow scent of grass and trees under the moon.

Rong Shu stood behind Yu Qianyan, quietly watching her profile with lips slightly lifted. Her chest barely rose and fell with breath, like a goddess statue forgotten by the wishing pond.

Noticing the unusual quiet behind her, Yu Qianyan turned around curiously and met Rong Shu’s deep gaze. She felt her dark pupils churning with thousands of emotions, and her heart skipped a beat.

“You are not Yu Qianyan. Who are you?”

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