Destined To Be His Wife

in the bright, sunny hallway, for the arrival of the Leng grandfather, master of the family Leng, and his entourage. She had already experienced so many harsh words. Just by being present

he refused to engage. Biting on her lower lip and turning her chin down as she looked over her clean and pressed dress. She had learned over the years to

onal things, so all she owned she had to buy for herself. Clothes of decent quality were not cheap, and she tried to spend a little more to buy thi

pest, it was a good quality fabric in a nice timeless cut, but compared to her female kin, she looked like the poor relative. It was not flashy,

s of makeup and rosy lips. TangShi always liked to stay natural, as she felt it was when she looked her best, but it only seemed to anger her father who tur

cover up. Juefeng find her something of yours, quickly." he clapped his hands together, urging Juefeng to jump to it, and she knew better than to argue with him. He was

ir fathers rage further. TangShi ignored the sizzling atmosphere, and the angry tension aimed her wa

he entranceway. If it wasn't for all her bad memories in this place, it would be a beautiful plac

s due at any second and her heart was thundering behind her rib cage in anticipation. Waiting fo

er by stoking embers of unwanted memories. She had to forget that night, what his kiss and words had done to her soul. It was all a lie and maybe he just resembled him, and it was just a coincidence t

other would have. TangShi had been suppressed for so long that she no longer knew how to fight back or stand up for herself. She had become an accepting and empty shell who never spoke up a

uld only make her living life worse than before. No real obvious reaction to it on the surface, as her feelings didn’t matter.

the years he had no qualms in beating her, locking her in her room, or taking his anger out on

g postures, smoothing clothes, and plastering smiles on their faces as Juefeng came skidding back wit

imple outfit that Juefeng deemed unworthy. She smirked to herself that she was dressed far more proactively and eye catching than her older sister. She wondered if the young master would

eager to show their respects. An impressive presence as they crowded in the large opening and strolled inside like they owned the room a

omehow, she found herself trailing behind like a servant and no one noticed her at all in the babble of chatter and gre

d known as her home. Her parents pawed and fawned over the new arrivals and led them to the sit

as she flirted, giggled loudly in a dramatic way at something he said, and her father threw her a cross look which left her scurrying to go sit down. It was o