Wedding Night: I Became the Female Supporting Character and Married the Villain!

Bian Su gently shook her head and looked at Luo Ying. “Miss, you must be my son’s wife.’

Luo Ying hadn’t quite gotten used to being called his “wife”. She smiled and nodded.

Lu Zhao’s mother truly emanated gentleness and elegance. Even in ragged clothing, her noble demeanor remained undiminished.

Bian Su nodded gratefully and said, “Though I haven’t been by Lu Zhao’s side all these years, I believe he must have been very happy with you.”

Luo Ying shyly nodded in agreement.

In such a life-and-death situation, she hadn’t anticipated her first meeting with her in-law to be like this.

Lu Zhao gently looked at Luo Ying. He turned to Bian Su and said, “Niom, Luo Ying truly is an exceptionally outstanding young lady.”

Bian Su concurred. “Of course, that’s quite apparent.”

As she finished speaking, Bian Su l s stomach suddenly cramped.

She coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Luo Ying and Lu Zhao were both stunned. It was then that they recalled Old Niaster Lu’s mention of poisoning Bian Su l s body. Only he possessed the antidote.

When he saw Bian Su l s frail and weakened state, Lu Zhao couldn’t help but clench his fists once again.

Once Bian Su l s health was restored, he would surely go and dismantle the entire family.

Suddenly, Luo Ying thought of someone—Wen Yu.

“Let’s head back home first and have Wen Yu assess your condition. She might have a solution,” Luo Ying proposed.

Lu Zhao nodded; at this point, it seemed the only course of action.

In the laboratory within the mansion, Wen Yu was urgently conducting an experiment.

The poison in Bian Su l s body was a type she had never encountered before. It was highly potent and acted swiftly.

She had to create the antidote before the poison’s full effects took hold.

Luo Ying and Lu Zhao waited anxiously.

Suddenly, Luo Yings phone rang. It was a call from Jin Shi.

A sense of foreboding welled within Luo Ying.

She answered the call nervously and heard Jin Shi’s urgent voice on the other end.

“Yingying, this is bad. Your second brother has gone missing.”

Luo Yings body trembled. Second Brother had disappeared. What did that imply?

“You know where I am. Get a flight ticket. Your second brother vanished here. We need to find him together,” Jin Shi urged hurriedly.

After ending the call, a headache started throbbing in Luo Yings temples.

One crisis hadn’t even subsided before another had emerged. Such seemed to be the way of things.

Jin Shi regarded her with sympathy and said, “Go check on him first. I’ll come to you after I’ve finished here.”

Luo Ying lifted her gaze to meet his eyes. The recent chain of events had taken a toll on this man. He seemed to have grown thinner. She nodded resolutely and secured the earliest flight.

Before departing, Lu Zhao clasped her hand.

She noticed his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously.

He lowered his voice and asked, “Luo Ying, you’ll never leave me, right?” An unexpected pang of pain surged within Luo Yings heart.

Lu Zhao had expressed this sentiment many times, yet never before had it made her feel so uncomfortable.

While gently caressing Lu Zhao’s hand, she nodded firmly.

As soon as she landed, she headed straight to Jin Shi’s location.

Upon opening the door, she found both her second and third brothers seated there.

What was going on? Weren’t they claiming Second Brother had disappeared?

When they saw Luo Yings incredulous expression, Jin Shi pulled her closer with a smile. “If we hadn’t made up such a reason, why would you have been willing to come?”

She saw Second Brother’s smiling face and realized they had deceived her.

She shook off Third Brother’s sleeve and exclaimed, “Why did you lie to me? Don’t you realize Lu Zhao’s situation is extremely urgent? He needs me.”

Upon hearing Lu Zhao’s name, Jin Shi’s expression darkened. “Lu Zhao, Lu

Zhao, you’re fixated on him every day. He’s just a character in a book. Wake up, my foolish sister.”

That sentence left Luo Ying frozen in place.

Indeed, Lu Zhao was merely a character from a book.

The author could mold him however they pleased.

Yet, there were those tender moments, the intimacy, and the struggles they’d overcome together.

Were they truly all illusions?