It's Lila Green, Not Miss Lucy

In the distance, four porters carried a half-new, half-old bridal sedan, accompanied by a single suona player. This, believe it or not, was the entire wedding procession for Miss Lucy, the so-called heiress of the richest family.

Mrs. Zhao stared in disbelief. This was even more shabby than a countryside wedding—what on earth was going on?

The villagers buzzed with gossip. Even if they'd never eaten pork, they'd seen a pig run—everyone knew city weddings didn't look like this!

“Shimao, what's going on?” Mrs. Zhao tugged at Su Shimao's sleeve.

Su Shimao looked grim, eyes fixed on the bridal sedan. He had no idea either. Last time, at Savory House, Mr. Leo Liu had promised—no bride price from the Evans Family, and Miss Lucy would be sent off with a grand ten-mile dowry. So why did reality look so different now?

Steeling himself, Su Shimao whispered to Mrs. Zhao, “Mom, don't worry. Maybe the dowry is so heavy they're moving slowly and will arrive later. The Leo Family is loaded, and she's their only daughter—they wouldn't shortchange her.”

Mrs. Zhao thought her son made sense, so she relaxed and bragged to the villagers, “Just you wait—our daughter-in-law's dowry is so heavy, it takes hundreds of people to carry it! They'll be here soon!”

The villagers were skeptical. Could the richest family's bridal sedan really be this shabby?

Regardless, the wobbly sedan finally arrived. Su Shimao went up, kicked open the sedan door, and carried the bride out on his back.

“Here comes the bride!” The villagers cheered and laughed, trailing behind the couple.