Marrying the Ugly Woman of a Rich and Powerful Family - Chapter 1

In the wedding car.

“Yuan Yuan, you’re getting married today, you should be a little happier.”

Shen Qingyuan reluctantly forced out a dry smile, seriously suspecting that God was deliberately working against her. Dying suddenly from staying up all night writing a thesis wasn’t enough; she was also transmigrated into this bizarre world.

She transmigrated, and as soon as she arrived, she, a thirty-year-old single woman who had never been in a relationship, was getting married right away.

“I’m getting married tomorrow?” Shen Qingyuan was stunned when she heard the news.

The body she had transmigrated into was only twenty years old, still a sophomore in college, which was completely incompatible with marriage.

The original owner’s father, Shen Tongtao, adjusted his rimless glasses and sternly countered, “Can’t you get married at twenty? That’s the legal marriage age.”

What else could Shen Qingyuan do? Since she was here, she’d make the best of it, secretly hoping the groom was a handsome man. But after Shen Tongtao left, another bombshell dropped.

The original owner’s younger sister, Shen Songsong, suddenly popped out and gloated, “Oops, congratulations on marrying that ugly woman.”

A woman?

Shen Qingyuan felt like she had been hit over the head; her entire mind was dizzy. Had same-s3x marriage already been legalized in this world? She had never considered marrying a woman, although for a look enthusiast, beautiful men and beautiful women were the same.

But ugly men and ugly women were different!

Before Shen Qingyuan could react, the wicked sister added fuel to the fire, “Cang Yan is an old woman, ugly, fierce, and volatile. I heard she’s also an S, who loves to hit people. I hope you, sister, can be liked by her, hee hee.”

She finished with an exaggerated grimace.

“…” Shen Qingyuan’s scalp tingled, instantly picturing a small leather whip and candles, feeling as if she had already become the dish on the platter.

She looked up at Shen Songsong, who was making a face in front of her, wondering how she had the nerve to call others ugly.

Shen Qingyuan considered herself to have an ordinary face, lacking distinctiveness, the kind that no one would recognize if thrown on the street.

Yet, her requirements for a partner were high, with only one requirement: good looks. That’s why she was still single at thirty.

After dying suddenly and transmigrating to this world, she still maintained her original average face, though her figure had become taller, her height changing from a little over 1.6 meters to a little over 1.7 meters, but her facial features remained bland, insipid, and unmemorable.

Besides that, her skin had changed significantly.

Although she had been single for thirty years, she was very diligent about skincare, so her skin had always been fair and tender. But here, she instantly went from a white porcelain vase to an earthenware pot. Her skin became wheat-colored, and her upturned brows and eyes held a hint of untamed wildness. In short, she wasn’t beautiful or ugly.

And the sister in front of her was even worse. She had thick eyebrows and large eyes, and her skin was more than a little darker than hers. She was all muscles and looked like she could take on three people at once.

If she were to cross-dress as a man, probably no one would be able to tell. In short, she looked very… rugged.

It took Shen Qingyuan a lot of effort to come up with that word. In her thirty years of life, she had never used “rugged” to describe a girl, but her sister’s appearance caught her off guard.

Shen Songsong wanted to provoke her, but Shen Qingyuan decided not to give her the satisfaction.

Shen Qingyuan said lightly, “Hand me my phone.”

Shen Songsong looked at the uncharacteristically calm Shen Qingyuan with confusion. In the past, Shen Qingyuan would surely have started a fight with her, but now she was strangely composed.

It seemed like her cheap sister’s brain had been fried after falling into the water.

Shen Songsong handed over the phone as requested but then immediately regretted it, saying, “Dad said you’re not allowed to see Cang Yan’s photo recently, for fear of upsetting you.”

Shen Qingyuan was speechless. Did Shen Songsong think she wanted to look up Cang Yan’s photo? Was this Cang Yan a celebrity?

She just wanted to use her phone to learn more about this world. Based on her years of experience reading novels, this might be a setting from a book or a game.

Moreover, how ugly must one be to require such prevention? Could Cang Yan be missing an ear or have an extra eye?

Although she was a look enthusiast, she would never judge a book by its cover, okay?

Seeing that getting the phone was hopeless, Shen Qingyuan asked, “Is that Cang Yan really that ugly?”

Shen Songsong thought it was strange. Cang Yan’s ugliness was universally acknowledged; her cheap sister should know this. Maybe she really had become silly. She said dryly, “Ugly. Publicly known as the ugliest.”

The ugliest?

Shen Qingyuan rested her chin on her hand, filled with curiosity, “Can she be uglier than you?”

Actually, her sister was quite cute when she was angry.

Shen Songsong shouted angrily, “Go away!”

Shen Qingyuan was a severe look enthusiast. In life, she would check a face before making friends; good looks were definitely a bonus. If Cang Yan was a beauty, she might be willing to marry her. What did it matter if she had a few peculiar habits? By then, who was marrying whom might still be uncertain.

But hearing that she was ugly, old, and had a bad temper, she absolutely had to run away.

She was only a twenty-year-old college student now; it would be too late if she waited until she was subjected to domestic violence.

Moreover, this world seemed off. The wicked sister was not self-conscious about her own ugliness. Although the original owner’s father wore glasses, he was also quite burly and rugged, exuding a masculine aura.

Could this be a modern world that valued martial prowess?

Shen Qingyuan was full of confusion, eyeing the clock and preparing to escape. The attempt naturally ended in failure, which led to the scene in the wedding car at the beginning.

As a four-good youth of the 21st century, she was excellent in morality, intelligence, physical fitness, and aesthetics. She didn’t steal or rob, always kept the core socialist values in mind, and even had to hide when reading erotic novels. Yet, she was being treated this way now.

Shen Qingyuan sadly sang the “Eighteen Touches” in her heart.

This wedding was undoubtedly grand, with long lines of luxurious wedding cars. The lives of the wealthy were indeed simple and unadorned, and extremely boring.

However, the more lavish the wedding, the more uneasy Shen Qingyuan felt. After all, she wasn’t good-looking, so that Cang Yan was probably really old, ugly, and had strange fetishes. Why else would she take a liking to her?

Shen Qingyuan looked at the high-rise buildings rapidly moving past the car window, her brows tightly furrowed.

Yin Ruyun looked at her silent daughter and felt a pang of heartache, knowing she was about to marry Cang Yan. “Yuan Yuan, do your hands hurt? Do you want Mom to loosen the ropes for you?”

To prevent Shen Qingyuan from running away again, her hands and feet were tied with soft ropes, which wouldn’t leave marks when untied.

Shen Qingyuan was in a bad mood, turning her head away coldly, saying, “How is this any different from forced buying and selling?”

Yin Ruyun’s old face flushed, and she stammered, “How can you say that, child? Cang Yan is, at the very least, a rising star in business, worth hundreds of millions. The family business she inherited from her parents alone is enough to rival a nation’s wealth. If you marry her now, you’ll save yourself years of struggle.

Shen Qingyuan pursed her lips and remained silent. Of course, she understood this principle. In her original world, she worked hard all her life, sacrificing herself for the sake of scientific research, going through Master’s and Doctoral programs, only to end up as a lecturer, unable to even save up enough for a down payment near the school.

She said fiercely, “I won’t marry her willingly, anyway. You’d better untie me, or I’ll ruin today’s wedding and bring shame to the Shen family.”

Yin Ruyun was also reluctant to see her daughter go, but for the sake of the company, she had to resort to this. She pretended not to hear and earnestly cautioned, “Cang Yan is a bit strange-tempered, but she comes from a prestigious family and won’t make things difficult for you. Besides, she’s shorter and has less strength than you. Mom knows you won’t suffer. She promised to inject capital into the company once you’re married. This company was founded with your father’s hard work, and you don’t want to see it go bankrupt, do you? If it goes bankrupt, our whole family will have nothing to eat.”

Shen Qingyuan stiffened her neck and remained silent, really wanting to say, “What does that have to do with me?” However, since she occupied the original owner’s body and was living again through it, she was somewhat at fault.

Yin Ruyun saw that her daughter was neither arguing nor making a fuss, just lowering her head and thinking about something, and worried, “Yuan Yuan, were you scared? It’s all Zhou Chuan’s fault. That boy took you out to play, and you drowned, and then he ran off. If it weren’t for a kind passerby calling the police, Mom wouldn’t have seen you again in this life.”

Zhou Chuan?

Since transmigrating, the memories in Shen Qingyuan’s mind were like a dream, without a single complete image. She only vaguely remembered that the original owner had drowned.

As for who Zhou Chuan was, she didn’t know.

Shen Qingyuan mumbled in response, “No.”

The only thing worth celebrating was that Cang Yan wasn’t an old man. Even if she had a slight S.M fetish, she should be easy enough to talk to. However, the wealthy women’s preference for steel wool still made Shen Qingyuan shudder, involuntarily feeling a phantom pain.

On a side note, who hasn’t read a few transmigration novels these days? It’s nothing more than pretending to be crazy or having amnesia. Transmigrators are always the protagonists, and she believed the protagonist’s halo would shine upon her.

Shen Qingyuan cheered herself on the whole way, gradually gaining confidence. She wanted to see just how ugly Cang Yan could be.

The wedding cars arrived at the designated hotel one after another, and Shen Qingyuan was finally freed from her restraints.

She wore a well-tailored navy-blue suit, stood tall, and her hair was carefully styled. She looked less like someone getting married and more like someone getting married to.

She silently complained about this strange custom of wearing a suit for a wedding.

The wedding venue was already set up. Reporters from various TV stations gathered around the hotel, continuously clicking their cameras. The wedding of the “ugliest woman”—whatever they captured would surely be tomorrow’s front-page news.

Shen Qingyuan immediately became the center of attention as soon as she got out of the car, like a celebrity. The clicking sounds of the camera shutters filled her ears. She was panicking internally but appeared calm externally. Fortunately, the reporters were blocked outside the hotel.

Shen Qingyuan tried to maintain her elegance and composure. The accompanying people gradually disembarked from the wedding cars, but the rumored Cang Yan was nowhere to be seen. Shen Qingyuan then realized that the long procession of wedding cars didn’t include Cang Yan.

She didn’t even personally come to pick up the bride.

Shen Qingyuan curled her lip. Rich people were indeed arrogant.

Upon entering the hotel banquet hall, two middle-aged people, who matched Shen Qingyuan’s aesthetic standards, approached. They looked to be in their forties or fifties, exuded an air of nobility, and had gentler features and fairer skin compared to the Shen family.

“Sorry, my Cang Yan had an urgent matter and couldn’t come. The bride should go straight to the bridal chamber.”

This was the first time Shen Qingyuan had encountered a wedding where the newlyweds weren’t present, but she was happy about it.

She also noticed that the attendees, regardless of gender, were generally darker, stronger, and taller. Leaving the men aside, the average height of the women was over 1.7 meters. Even the waiters were dark and muscular.

It seemed there was truly something wrong with this world. It was as if everyone had been stretched and widened, and then coated with a layer of dark, glossy paint.

If Cang Yan was even uglier, wouldn’t she be darker than Bao Zheng (a famous dark-skinned official)?

The bridal chamber was set up in a villa. The villa occupied about five or six hundred square meters, with its own garden, backyard, parking lot, reception hall, side hall, and tea room, giving Shen Qingyuan, who was accustomed to living in a modest teacher’s apartment, a real eye-opener.

She was like Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden, secretly marveling inside but showing no outward sign. Compared to Cang Yan’s grand villa, the original owner’s large apartment seemed quite ordinary.

Shen Qingyuan followed the maid upstairs and entered the bridal chamber. The enormous second floor had only two master bedrooms, with the remaining space taken up by a walk-in closet, bathroom, and study.

Truly outrageously wealthy.

The large bed in the bridal chamber was particularly eye-catching, more than enough room for a fight.

Shen Qingyuan roughly estimated the bedroom’s size; it was an area she could never have afforded in her previous life.

Sudden death, transmigration, escape, and marriage—all happened within just two days. Shen Qingyuan was still on edge and utterly exhausted.

She waited and waited in the bridal chamber, but Cang Yan didn’t show up. She simply took off her shoes, lay on the bed, and fell asleep. When she woke up, the moonlight was shining, and it was quiet.

Shen Qingyuan thought to herself, “If not now, when will I run?”

She was just tiptoeing out the door when she saw a woman standing there, looking at her with a meaningful expression.

The woman was slender and petite, about 1.6 meters tall, with skin that was an almost sickly white. Her lips were thin, her nose straight, and the corners of her eyes slightly upturned. Her light brown pupils shone with fragmented light, carrying a hint of coldness.

Her long, silky hair draped lazily over her shoulders. A small black suit encased her body, her waist impossibly slender. She looked like a delicate little white lily swaying in the breeze.

Shen Qingyuan had a bad habit: she easily became nervous when she saw an attractive person. She stammered, unable to speak, which was perhaps the retribution for being a look enthusiast.

She stared dumbfounded, “Who… who are you?”

The woman’s cherry lips parted, her voice melodious, like the sound of nature.

“Cang Yan.”

Shen Qingyuan’s pupils constricted in shock and excitement, “Didn’t they say you…”

…were ugly, old, and had a bad temper?

This was a stunning beauty! She had just thought she saw a movie star, no, even a movie star wasn’t this beautiful.

Shen Qingyuan’s excitement was no less than that of Duan Yu seeing the ‘Fairy Sister’ in Mantuo Villa, shocked, thrilled, and unable to believe such a beautiful person existed in the world.

And she completely matched her aesthetic taste.

Cang Yan nodded expressionlessly, saying, “They said I am very ugly.”

Shen Qingyuan hurriedly waved her hands, “No, you are very beautiful.”

If Cang Yan looked like this and was still considered ugly, then she might as well not live. Her existence would be a waste of air, and her death would be a waste of a gravesite.

Cang Yan frowned slightly, evidently not believing this statement. She recalled the news she had just received, a dangerous curve appearing on her lips. “I heard you wanted to run away from the wedding?”

Shen Qingyuan was startled. She took a few steps towards the bed and laughed awkwardly, “Where did you hear that? The sunshine outside is perfect; I was just thinking of going for a walk.”

Cang Yan glanced at the moonlight outside the window but didn’t press the matter, confirming, “Are you sure you’re not running?”

Shen Qingyuan nodded frantically.

She wasn’t running.

Cang Yan’s eyes lifted at the corners as she looked at her, then said, “Then… take off your clothes.”

The words were gentle and enticing.

Shen Qingyuan’s brain stalled, and her body froze.

The next moment, she looked at Cang Yan with shy anticipation.

Was the progression this fast?

Although she had abandoned the thought of running away the moment she saw Cang Yan’s face, wasn’t this too soon?

However, if they had to be intimate, facing such a great beauty, she didn’t feel like she was at a disadvantage. Let the storm rage more fiercely then.