Chapter 1: Already an Aspiration Too High

A crescent moon hung in the sky, and a heavy thud echoed from the Fang family's villa. In a corner, Evelyn Bert, with two braids tied up on her head and dressed in rustic clothes, clutched a comical carrot-shaped pillow, drool hanging from her mouth as she gazed blankly at the scene before her.

"You fool, what are you looking at? I get even more annoyed just seeing you!" Melissa Bert, out of breath after smashing an antique vase worth half a million, was even angrier upon seeing her.

"Little ancestor, what are you doing? How could you just smash such an expensive vase?" Rita Clare, who had just returned home laden with shopping bags, winced at the sight of the shattered vase.

Seeing her, Melissa Bert no longer dared to throw a tantrum. She rushed into her mother's arms, sobbing uncontrollably, "Mom, please talk to Dad. I don't want to marry into the Huo family. Orville Quiller is a cripple... Waaah..."

Rita Clare, who had been seething with anger, suddenly calmed down. She patted her daughter's back soothingly, "Our Fang family is already lucky to marry into the Huo family. If you don't go, no other aristocratic family will want you."

"I don't care, I don't care! If you force me to marry, I'd rather die!"

With that, Melissa Bert gritted her teeth and lunged toward the wall. Rita Clare quickly stopped her, about to say something when she heard a crunching sound. She looked over and saw Evelyn Bert, the girl with an IQ below eight, munching on a bag of chips. An idea struck her. "Calm down, Mom has a plan."

Melissa Bert immediately stopped, "What plan?"

Rita Clare gestured, "The Huo family specifically asked for the eldest Miss Fang. She's a year older than you. The one to marry should be her, not you. You're the second Miss Fang."

Melissa Bert's eyes lit up, thrilled by the idea, "Yes, as long as she marries, I'll be free."

Anyway, a fool for a cripple, they complement each other.

Seeing her agreement, Rita Clare let out a subtle sigh of relief, "Since that's the case, I'll trick this fool into marrying in your place. By the time your father returns, it will be too late to change anything."

"That's perfect. Her marrying is better than sacrificing my happiness. Mom, hurry up."

Melissa Bert eagerly took the shopping bags from her mother and sat down on the sofa. Rita Clare fetched a bottle of cola from the kitchen fridge, opened it, and held it in front of Evelyn Bert, "Yingying, do you want to drink this?"

Evelyn Bert, who was munching on chips, fixed her gaze on the fizzy drink, "Yes!"

"Then promise me one thing, and it's yours, okay?" Rita Clare, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes, spoke in a coaxing tone.

Evelyn Bert nodded vigorously, "Okay."

"Marry into the Huo family, and this drink is yours. Will you marry?" Rita Clare's eyes sparkled with hope.

Evelyn Bert nodded again, "Marry, drink."

"Here you go."

Rita Clare handed her the cola once she agreed. Evelyn Bert tipped the bottle and gulped it down, grinning foolishly.

"This fool is so easy to trick. But it works out; we won't lose anything once she marries," Melissa Bert giggled, covering her mouth.

"Exactly, we'll have one less burden to take care of," Rita Clare sat down beside her, and the two laughed together.

Evelyn Bert, sipping her cola, gave a silent, cold smile. There was nothing foolish about her; she was perfectly normal.

Three days later, the Huo family held a grand wedding for their eldest son, Orville Quiller. However, the two main characters were absent; only guests and the Huo family members attended.

One of the main characters, sitting in a wheelchair, stared gloomily at the transparent glass window. He wore a hospital gown, showing no sign of being a groom. His handsome face, now covered with stubble, revealed his despair and desolation.

His personal assistant, seeing him like this, nervously wiped his forehead, "President, Miss Fang will be here soon. Please try to stay calm and don't scare her."

After all, their president, a perfect business tycoon, became disabled overnight due to an accident, and since then, his temperament had changed, becoming irritable and easily angered.

In such a situation, Melissa Bert still willing to marry him showed some genuine feelings, and they should treat her well.

"Hmm." Orville Quiller let out an ambiguous sneer.

Assistant Dennis Walkley's lips twitched. Seeing him return to his usual expressionless self, he couldn't tell if he had listened.

In the warm and simply decorated bridal chamber, Evelyn Bert, in a heavy wedding dress, had her face obscured by layers of veil. The weight of the veil made her neck ache, causing her head to droop, and her hands fidgeted with the dress.

"Aunt Clare, I'm hungry."

Her stomach growled, and she couldn't help but speak up. Rita Clare, who was on the phone at the dressing table, was startled. She quickly hung up and turned to look at her, "Didn't I tell you to hold it in? If you don't speak during the day, you can eat good food at night."

Lowering her voice as no one was in the room yet, "But I'm so hungry, it's no fun. I want to eat."

Evelyn Bert shouted, lifting layer after layer of the veil, ready to go find food. Rita Clare, panicked, grabbed her back just as she was about to touch the doorknob.

"Eat, eat, eat, all you know is to eat. If you dare disobey me, I'll send you to a mental hospital and lock you up."

Rita Clare, losing her patience, pushed her aside and warned her harshly.

"Don't send me there, I'm not crazy, I'm a child."

Evelyn Bert, agitated, screamed. Rita Clare, nearly losing her senses, covered her mouth, only to feel a sharp pain as Evelyn Bert bit her hand.

"You've got guts, see if I don't beat you to death."

Rita Clare, seeing the bite mark on her hand, was filled with rage and raised her hand to slap her.

"Help... me..."

As the slap was about to land, Evelyn Bert covered her face and screamed. Rita Clare, fearing a commotion, covered her mouth again, "Shut up, I'll get you food. If you scream again, I won't give you any good food."

Evelyn Bert immediately closed her mouth, very cooperative, "Okay, I won't scream, I want good food."