The Ling family had been a prominent family for hundreds of years. Although they were buried in the cemetery after death, they still followed the rules of the ancestral hall. They had to set up a memorial tablet in the ancestral hall to worship incense.
Uncle Zhang was holding Ling Dongming and Wen Qingwan's memorial tablets in his hands.
Wen Qingwan was Ling Dongming's first wife, so she was naturally buried in the ancestral hall after death. Jiang Meilan was a second wife, so she didn't have the right to enter the ancestral hall. There weren't many people in society who cared about this now. People were already dead, so who would care about whether or not they could enter the ancestral hall?
Ye Huanyan vaguely understood the old lady's intentions. A chill ran through her body, and her hands and feet turned cold.
Aunt Zhang pulled her to the center of the hall. She looked at Ling Han in panic. She could clearly feel that the emotions he tried so hard to control were collapsing bit by bit.
When Ling Dongming's memorial tablet stood side by side with Wen Qingwan, the docility he tried so hard to show finally disappeared completely.
Grandma didn't know the inside story. When she saw the memorial tablet, she sighed. "Dongming is my only son. When Qingwan was alive, although her personality was a little too cold, she left the Ling family's only heir. She was a good mother. She didn't do anything wrong in all these years in the Ling family. It's just that she left at a young age. Fortunately, there was Meilan later on, who gave me a lot of comfort.
It was a pity … "Aunt Zhang comforted her, and the sadness in the old lady's eyes dissipated a little." Fortunately, Yan Yan will be family with us in the future. They will be happy to know in the netherworld. "
Ye Huanyan didn't dare to move as she looked at Ling Han. Her face was as pale as paper.
Aunt Zhang stuffed the teacup into her hands and asked her to serve Wen Qingwan. "What right do you have to serve her?"
Ling Han's cold voice resounded in the hall, shocking everyone in the hall into silence, not a single sound could be heard.
Ye Huanyan's body was cold. She didn't know what to do with the teacup in her hand.
The old lady was stunned for a few seconds. She looked at Ling Han angrily. "What are you saying? Is this right? How is she not qualified? She's already your wife. Shouldn't she serve tea to your mother-in-law? "
Ling Han didn't respond. His cold gaze swept over Ye Huanyan's face, chilling her to the core.
"Do you think I'm qualified or not? Ye Huanyan? "
Ye Huanyan held the teacup. Even though the teacup was hot, she still felt cold all over.
She gritted her teeth, and the corners of her eyes were all red. Even though her heart was full of devastation, she still forced herself to speak.
"Han, we are getting married today. Don't make grandma angry."
Grandma held onto the armchair and looked at Ling Han. She said angrily, "What do you mean? What are the two of you doing? Yan Yan is already the daughter-in-law of the Ling Family. It is natural for her to serve tea to her mother-in-law. Why are you making a fuss? Are you trying to anger me to death? "
Ling Han looked at the old lady and said word by word, "Grandma, I can promise you anything. I can promise you anything, except for this."
"Why not?" The old lady was so angry that her blood boiled. She gripped the armchair so hard that her knuckles turned white.
The atmosphere was tense. Everyone looked at each other.
Ling Han didn't seem to have any intention of backing down.
Ye Huanyan almost bit through her lips. Seeing that the old lady was already trembling with anger, she was afraid that something would happen again. She made up her mind, bent her knees, and knelt in front of Wen Qingwan's memorial tablet. She held up the teacup and said loudly, "Mother, your daughter-in-law, Ye Huanyan, is here to serve you tea."
The hall was silent.
A few seconds later, Aunt Zhang rushed forward to take the teacup and put it in front of Wen Qingwan's memorial tablet. At this moment, the old lady finally smiled. She stood up and helped Ye Huanyan up. "Good child, that's right."
Ye Huanyan slowly raised her head and looked stiffly behind the old lady.
That pair of cold eyes had already infused all the coldness and hostility in his body into her body. It was as if in the next second, as long as the old lady left, he would eat her alive.
She clearly saw his lips move twice and vaguely said, "You're looking for death."
The dragon and phoenix candles were burning brightly. The bright red Double Happiness candles covered the windows. Ye Huanyan was escorted into Ling Han's room by the servants. The old lady only stood at the door for a while before she was helped away by Aunt Zhang because she wasn't feeling well. Only a maid named Ah Mei was left to lead the servants to complete the rest of the ceremony.
Once the old lady left, Ah Mei smiled and brought two small wine glasses to the table. She smiled and said, "The newlyweds should drink cross-cupped wine."
Ye Huanyan was about to reach out to take it.
A clear and sharp shattering sound rang in the room, accompanied by the servants' cries.
The two delicate glasses fell to the floor. One of them had a corner broken and rolled to the door.
"Get lost."
Ling Han raised his head and looked at the frightened Ah Mei. His face was cold and indifferent.
Ah Mei froze and froze in place, not daring to move.
Ye Huanyan had expected this and said softly, "You should go back first. It's too late. You should rest."
Even the stupidest person would know that it was not a good time to stay.
The servants scattered like birds and beasts, leaving Ah Mei standing in the yard for a while after closing the door. She heard a clear growl from the room, "Ye Huanyan, what right do you have to kneel before my mother? What right do you have? "
She could hear the sound of a woman struggling.
"Cough, cough … Ah …"
It was as if someone was strangling her neck. She wanted to scream but couldn't.
Ah Mei's expression changed and she hurriedly ran out of the yard.
The red candles were shining brightly, but the room was in a mess. The decorations on the table, such as dates and longans, were all smashed to the ground. Ling Han grabbed Ye Huanyan's neck with both hands and pressed her against the wall. His eyes were full of fierceness.
"You got what you wanted? Ye Huanyan? You finally got what you wanted? Are you very proud of yourself? "
Ye Huanyan only felt that her eyes were flickering. Her hands hit his arms and chest helplessly, trying to escape from his shackles.
"Cough, cough … I didn't …"
"You got the position of Mrs. Ling, yes, but I'm warning you, you have nothing but this title. Except for the people in this house, no one will know that you are married to me …"
"You … cough, cough …"
"You and the bastard in your belly will always be shameful things. You will never be able to change your situation."
His low roar reverberated in the room and repeated in Ye Huanyan's muddle-headed mind.
Bastard, he still didn't believe that the child was his.
Sparkling and translucent tears flowed from the corners of Ye Huanyan's eyes. She looked at Ling Han with a gaze of despair, without the slightest bit of expectation.
"What bastard are you talking about?"
The sudden sound of the door opening was accompanied by a questioning voice with an unstable aura.
Ye Huanyan only felt that her neck was light. She slid down the wall to the floor. She looked up blankly. When she saw who it was, she murmured in a hoarse voice,
"Grandma …"
The figure in front of her swayed. She only saw the old and tottering figure standing at the door for a few seconds and then fall to the ground.
"Old Madam … Old Madam …"
The scene was chaotic.
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