Chapter 2: Public Humiliation in the Wedding
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In Sunset Ridge City,
The union between the Tyler family and Anderson family was nothing short of a grand affair, with the venue adorned in colorful flowers, exuding an extreme sense of romance, and bustling with guests.
Relatives and guests from both sides were present, joyous and full of congratulations, creating a lively atmosphere.
However, Jennifer, clad in a pristine white wedding gown, merely looked on with disdain, as if all of this had nothing to do with her.
The emcee on stage was speaking, but she didn't register a single word, feeling like a puppet being controlled, holding onto Edward Anderson's arm as they slowly made their way up the stage to the music.
With her veil covering her face, no one could see the deadened expression on her face.
The groom stood on stage, dressed in a formal suit, tall and handsome, with eyes as deep as obsidian, a straight nose, and well-defined lips.
The fragmented rays of light from above the banquet hall illuminated his face, enhancing his handsome features.
Jennifer couldn't believe that Quentin Tyler, rumored to be the foolish second son of the Tyler Family, could possess such extraordinary looks.
In front of the crowd, Edward Anderson put on a loving smile and firmly placed Jennifer's hand in Quentin's palm.
Following the wedding protocol, the groom, Quentin Tyler, lifted the veil from Jennifer Sullivan's face.
The guests below marveled at the stunning couple and whispered among themselves.
"That's the daughter of the Anderson Family who just returned from abroad. Such a beautiful woman."
"Yes, even more beautiful than the other heiress of the Anderson Family, just a bit thinner."
"The Anderson Family's daughter and the Tyler Family's second son make a perfect match. But unfortunately, this Quentin Tyler is a..."
The man gestured toward his head.
Up close, Jennifer scrutinized Quentin, his dull, lifeless eyes devoid of expression.
When the priest mentioned the groom kissing the bride, Quentin grinned foolishly, his mouth tilting to one side as if his face were twitching.
This Quentin was indeed foolish, a thought that saddened Jennifer.
The Tyler Family was one of Sunset Ridge City's most prominent families, dominating both the political and business spheres, with numerous industries domestically and internationally, including oil extraction, real estate development, hotel chains, fashion, entertainment, and cutting-edge technology research...
Given Quentin Tyler's top-tier appearance, if he weren't a fool, Emily Anderson wouldn't have reluctantly married him, let alone have her daughter marry him.
"How do I kiss the bride? Can you teach me?" Quentin Tyler looked at the priest, foolishly smiling and asking.
The priest coughed lightly, unable to answer him.
His groomsman, Xavier McCarty, pulled him aside and pouted, making a kissing gesture.
Quentin seemed to understand and immediately cupped Jennifer's face.
Smooch, smooch, smooch... Quentin Tyler foolishly smothered her face with kisses.
Jennifer tried to push him away frantically, but his grip was strong, and she couldn't budge.
The guests below erupted into murmurs, and some couldn't help but let out low laughs.
Just as Jennifer was trying to break free, he suddenly let go of her face and announced to the audience below, "Alright, the bride has been kissed. We can go to the bridal chamber now!"
The guests couldn't contain themselves and found the situation amusing.
Jennifer kept wiping her cheeks with her hand, feeling disgusted by the fool's saliva all over her face.
Standing next to Jennifer, bridesmaid Emily Anderson gloated in her heart, glad that she had persuaded her dad to force Jennifer into this marriage. Otherwise, she would have been the one being laughed at by everyone.
In the next moment, no one expected Quentin Tyler to go and tear open the bride's wedding gown collar.
All they heard was a sharp hiss, and Jennifer's face turned pale. She crossed her arms to protect her neckline, unable to bear it any longer, and yelled at the fool in front of her, "You fool, get away! Don't touch me!"
The atmosphere turned tense, and Mrs. Eleanor Vanderbilt Tyler's face darkened. After all, the Tyler Family was a prominent family, and having the Anderson Family's daughter marry into their family was already a great honor.
Her grandson might be somewhat foolish, but the Anderson Family's daughter shouldn't speak to him like that in public, lest it bring disgrace to the Tyler Family and her beloved grandson.
Mrs. Eleanor glared at Edward Anderson nearby and said bluntly, "Edward, it seems like your daughter who returned from abroad doesn't understand the rules. Does she not want to get married? If she doesn't, she shouldn't get married. And you shouldn't cooperate with us on any energy extraction projects."
"Mrs. Tyler, how could that be? Of course, she wants to get married. They've already had the wedding ceremony and are now husband and wife. It's just that my daughter has been abroad for too long and doesn't quite understand the rules. Please, Mrs. Tyler, teach her more in the future." Edward Anderson quickly apologized with a forced smile.
But by now, chaos had broken out on stage. Quentin Tyler, in his foolishness, insisted on going to bed with the bride and lunged at Jennifer again.
Jennifer's face turned white, and she dodged him, wanting to find a place to hide or just escape.
As the bride evaded, the groom chased, shouted, and made a scene. The guests watched this spectacle with a mixture of pity and amusement, wondering how the Anderson Family could bear to marry their delicate daughter to a fool. But because of the Tyler Family's influence, no one dared to laugh too loudly.
The emcee could only awkwardly attempt to diffuse the situation, explaining that the bride and groom were just playfully setting the mood, and fortunately, the Tyler Family hadn't invited any media reporters to the wedding.
Edward Anderson called Emily Anderson over and whispered, "Go warn Jennifer to obey the Tyler Family's second son and not to provoke the Tyler Family."
Emily Anderson nodded and quickly pulled the escaping Jennifer aside, whispering a warning, "You've got the marriage certificate now, you're this fool's wife. If you don't obey him, offend the Tyler Family, and you won't see your child again, understand?"
Jennifer froze, her eyes coldly scanning Emily Anderson's hypocritical face. She dared not speak out in anger! How could she obey a fool, letting him sleep with her publicly?
Quentin ran down from the stage and found Jennifer, grabbing her arm and laughing foolishly, "Haha, I found you. Come on, let's go to bed."
Emily Anderson also gave Jennifer a push, "Dear sister, hurry, hurry."
Jennifer, like a soulless doll, was pulled back onto the stage by Quentin Tyler, and under everyone's gaze, Quentin Tyler bit hard into her snow-white shoulder.
The pain was unbearable, but she didn't utter a sound, feeling utterly miserable. To satisfy the Tyler Family and the Anderson Family present, she even forced a smile onto her face.
Just as she thought the fool might do something even more outrageous, the foolish Quentin released her shoulder and clapped his hands, laughing heartily, "Alright, it's time to sleep. Granny, can we go home now?"
Mrs. Eleanor Vanderbilt Tyler wore an elegant smile on her face as she coaxed him, "Come on, it's time for you to toast Grandma and the other elders. Once Grandma finishes the champagne you offer her, we can head home."
"Okay," Quentin Tyler's eyes went dull again, his hand scratching at his short hair, looking somewhat unsure of what to do.
Jennifer felt like she had narrowly escaped a disaster. It seemed that a fool was indeed a fool, with behavior that made no sense, like that of a young child. In the future, she would have to treat him like a child and placate him. Perhaps then life would be a bit easier.
Little did she know, something even more terrifying awaited her on their wedding night!
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