The Heroine Fell Deeply For Her [Quick Transmigration] 224p2

Chapter 224: What’s This About Marrying First and Loving Later? 9(2)

Despite the village chief’s reluctance, Tao Ning was chosen as the Mountain God’s bride and would be staying in the bride’s building tonight to prepare for the wedding.

As for the wedding dress, it was originally made according to Xiao Zhen’s measurements and now needed to be altered.

The waist needed to be taken in, but the length couldn’t be changed. Xiao Zhen was shorter than Tao Ning by half a head, and her feet in embroidered shoes would probably be exposed beneath the skirt.

Hearing about the bride’s building, Liang Chun became nervous. Her brother’s body was still inside, and if it was discovered, it might be taken away and dismembered.

Tao Ning, however, stopped where she was: “Wait a moment.”

The village chief looked wary, his eyes narrowing: “What do you want now?”

Tao Ning looked innocent: “The bride’s building can’t be lived in. Not to mention Xiao Zhen died there, it’s unlucky. With so much blood, letting the Mountain God’s bride live in such a place before her wedding, if the Mountain God knew, wouldn’t she be unhappy?”

Yan Wenruo, who had just escaped a disaster, felt her heart clench again because of this “wait a moment”: “…”

For some reason, these words sounded so manipulative.

Yan Wenruo almost believed that Tao Ning truly wanted to marry the Mountain God.

Although being threatened in front of the villagers, the village chief’s chest visibly heaved: “If not the bride’s building, where do you want to stay?”

Tao Ning said without hesitation: “My house, it’s secluded enough, and it’s closer to the mountain.”

After being chosen as the bride, the villagers treated her like a person again, subconsciously asking: “There’s a big hole in her roof, wouldn’t living there be even more disrespectful to the Mountain God?”

Tao Ning: “Just fix it.”

A few minutes later, the tourists gathered at the most isolated place in the village, watching as the village chief directed the villagers, climbing up and down, hammering and fixing Tao Ning’s roof.

Everyone: “…”

For some reason, they felt very complicated.

Seeing the villagers, who usually looked creepy and leered at the tourists, now working so diligently, they inexplicably felt a sense of warmth.

Like villagers in a real rural village busy repairing a house, not villagers in a ghost village, human during the day, ghost at night.

They hadn’t expected anyone to be able to make them work like this.

Admiring gazes fell on Tao Ning’s back, while she was talking to the red-clad doll in her arms.

The sun was about to set, and the white fog would soon arrive. The young woman sitting in the dim light, talking to herself and muttering to the doll in her arms, was still a bit creepy.

Who would have thought that the one who could control these inhuman villagers was a fool talking to a doll? Was this the legendary “it takes a thief to catch a thief”?

From the front, where no one could see, Tao Ning held up the Xuan Miao doll, facing the busy villagers: “See, isn’t the broken roof fixed?”

Just with words, she had made the village chief and the villagers personally repair her house. Xuan Miao suddenly didn’t feel so gullible anymore.

She was just Tao Ning’s first victim, but far from the last.

“…” Xuan Miao’s mood suddenly improved a lot, her black beady eyes wide open, “After going through so much trouble to be chosen as the bride, what are you planning to do next?”

Tao Ning held the doll in her arms: “Don’t I have you to protect me?”

Xuan Miao knew that Tao Ning had also found a task for her: “Why do you think I’m willing? Aren’t you afraid I’ll go back on my word?”

With someone to bicker with, her previous stutter was completely gone, going back and forth with Tao Ning.

Tao Ning held the doll tighter, her chin resting on its head: “Then you must eat me before the fake Mountain God kills me, so we can be together forever…”

“Shut up.” Xuan Miao gritted her teeth, “Always talking about love and affection, I’ve never met anyone like you. With me here, you won’t lose a single hair.”

Tao Ning chuckled softly.

While they were being lovey-dovey, the tourists watching from the side were scared out of their wits.

The housewife’s hair stood on end, and she rubbed her arms: “Why is she suddenly smiling while holding a doll?”

It was truly frightening.

Chu Que, standing next to the housewife, twitched his ears, unable to hear what Tao Ning was saying, wondering if it was really just an ordinary doll?

As night fell, with the villagers’ combined efforts, Tao Ning’s roof was quickly repaired.

The interior was also renovated, decorated with red silk, and double happiness paper cuttings were pasted on the windows.

After all, she was the Mountain God’s bride, and a dilapidated house would be disrespectful to the Mountain God.

This was what it meant to reap without sowing.

Everyone left, not worried that Tao Ning would run away. Forward was the village, backward was the mountain, there was no other way to go.

Entering the house, she was greeted by a sea of red. The red candles on the table flickered, truly resembling a wedding night.

Xuan Miao was placed on the neatly made bed, looking around, even her black beady eyes revealing a hint of contemplation.

“I’m going to take a bath, please make yourself comfortable here for a while,” Tao Ning said, picking up her clothes and going out.

After bathing and returning, drying her hair, the scene inside the door made her pause.

A beautiful woman in red robes sat on the bed, a cinnabar mole between her eyebrows, her long hair trailing on the ground. Hearing the sound, she turned her head.

Her watery eyes reflected the slender figure at the door. After a while, Xuan Miao’s red lips parted slightly: “I don’t like red.”

Tao Ning stopped drying her hair, trying to understand what she meant. Wearing red clothes, but not liking red?

Stepping into the room, Tao Ning closed the door behind her: “You don’t like red?”

Xuan Miao nodded, her voice cold and clear: “Don’t you think it’s ugly?”

Tao Ning looked around, not saying something like “it would look good as our wedding room,” casually tearing off the double happiness symbols pasted on the windows and candle holders, crumpling them up and throwing them on the ground.

Tao Ning asked: “Now?”

Xuan Miao seemed much more satisfied, nodding: “Barely passable.”

Tao Ning pulled over a chair, sitting down to dry her hair, and said while drying, “Why do you hate the double happiness symbol?”

Xuan Miao fell silent again, as if she had remembered something while Tao Ning was away, the emotions in her eyes shifting.

Actually, she could have left the doll and moved freely long ago, but Xuan Miao didn’t want to. She was carried around by Tao Ning, taking the opportunity to observe the villagers.

After a whole day, Xuan Miao hadn’t noticed anything, nor had she thought of anything.

So she shook her head: “I can’t remember, let’s just hate it for now.”

As expected of a Ghost King. Tao Ning was about to say this when she felt a lightness on her head. Her wet hair was completely dry.

Xuan Miao floated to the side, her clothes fluttering like red clouds, gracefully landing on another chair: “I’ll give you back the bed.”

It was clear that Xuan Miao didn’t want to talk much for now, so Tao Ning didn’t ask further, blowing out the candle and lifting the quilt to go to bed.

In the middle of the night, Tao Ning felt something heavy and cold pressing against her arm. Drowsily, she opened her eyes.

Someone was lying in her arms, eyes closed, curled up like a small animal seeking warmth.

Tao Ning didn’t push her away but silently held her tighter.