Chapter 49: How on earth could Lin Xianxian be so popular?!

He... knows?

Li Tiantian was stunned. Raising her head, she saw Shang Yang walking toward the venue with unhesitating, resolute steps.

Li Tiantian’s eyes widened.

Not only could she hear it, but Shang Yang could hear it too!

Why? Why was she suddenly able to hear what was on Lin Xianxian's mind?

Li Tiantian was filled with confusion. But right now, the wedding was about to begin, and she had no time to ponder it further. She hurriedly hurried inside.

Under Lin Xianxian's myriad demands, the wedding was held with incomparable grandeur. Domestic guests attending were astonished to see a large contingent of foreigners from all corners of the globe among the bride's party.

Fortunately, the venue was spacious enough; otherwise, seating might genuinely have been an issue.

Moreover, Lin Xianxian was combining traditional Dragon Country customs with a Western ceremony, giving everyone the surreal illusion of attending two weddings back-to-back.

Yet, there was no denying that the couple made a remarkably handsome match.

"Xianxian looks truly stunning today... What a pity her parents are so terribly traditional. Back then, I pursued her for ages, but she turned me down, saying her family insisted she marry someone from the Dragon Country."

A handsome foreign fellow gazed at Lin Xianxian and let out a sigh.

"Me too... My parents are good friends with her aunt and uncle. I thought they'd approve, so I even asked them, but... they tricked me, telling me they were on board. Yet after I started courting her, Lin Xianxian told me her parents had lied, and that they actually forbade her from marrying a foreigner because her family possessed noble Dragon Country bloodlines, which they refused to dilute."

The speaker clearly hailed from a nation that placed immense value on "blood purity," his eyes full of despondency.

"I am from the Dragon Country, and I courted Lin Xianxian too. But she told me fortune-tellers predicted she was destined to marry a man surnamed Shang. And lo and behold, she ended up marrying a Shang. Sob."

"Xianxian is far too superstitious... Still, this man surnamed Shang she talked about... well, he certainly is handsome, right up her alley."

"Never thought Xianxian would actually marry a Dragon Country man named Shang. And since she always said she liked slightly older men, it turns out she meant it... The groom fits the bill perfectly. Your Dragon Country fortune-telling culture is truly profound!"

"I think I should go find a Dragon Country fortune-teller to consult later myself. Their reading on Lin Xianxian was dead-on..."

...

Shang Beiming and Qin Xinxia were seated near the aisle, with the foreign guests occupying the section just across from them.

Hearing the chatter among the foreign guests, Qin Xinxia felt a sense of disbelief.

Was the Lin Xianxian they were talking about really the one she knew?

Lin Xianxian...

Did she really have that many suitors?

Furthermore, at a glance, these people were either fabulously wealthy or of noble birth.

Several of them were men Qin Xinxia had no choice but to admit looked genuinely tall, handsome, and obscenely rich...

There were even a few familiar faces she had previously seen in international media outlets.

They were either tyrannical CEOs of multinational corporations, youthful soccer prodigies, or even princes from oil-rich Middle Eastern kingdoms...

The prince had just been mentioning that he had once intended to defy his family's arranged marriage purely for Lin Xianxian, having already promised his household that he would forgo polygamy and take only Lin Xianxian as his lifelong partner...

Yet he had still been rejected by Lin Xianxian.

Following his rejection, he had simply stopped caring about anything at all.

Qin Xinxia was able to understand the chatter of the foreigners around her solely because she was fluent in multiple languages.

Many of the Dragon Country guests on her side could only comprehend one or two foreign tongues, remaining entirely oblivious to what the foreigners on the other side were discussing. Hardly anyone knew just how overwhelmingly popular Lin Xianxian had been while living abroad.

Moreover, whenever people mentioned Lin Xianxian, their words were laced with regret and...

Unconcealed admiration?

Qin Xinxia was utterly perplexed.

This Lin Xianxian... possessed such allure?

Yet, the impression she projected back home was merely that of an overbearing, willful heiress, a love-obsessed fool perpetually chasing after Shang Beiming, a woman who would stop at nothing to capture the man she desired...

Well, alright, though she had only recently learned that Lin Xianxian was also the renowned designer LIN, and multilingual to boot...

Even so, did that warrant so many people holding onto her memory for years?

Qin Xinxia found it difficult to fathom.

Shang Beiming, seated right beside Qin Xinxia, hadn't paid any attention to what the foreigners were saying, nor did he possess Qin Xinxia's breadth of foreign language skills.

Naturally, as the male protagonist, his linguistic repertoire wasn't meager either.

It was simply that he utterly refused to concern himself with matters unrelated to the female protagonist.

Consequently, when Shang Beiming turned to speak to Qin Xinxia, he noticed her dazed expression.

"What's wrong?"

he asked in a low voice.

"Do you think Lin Xianxian's wedding is grand? Rest assured, I'll give you an even grander wedding when our turn comes!"

This was practically tantamount to a marriage proposal.

Under normal circumstances, Qin Xinxia's heart would have fluttered with a blushing flush.

At present, however, overwhelmed by the shock of what she had overheard from the foreigners nearby, Qin Xinxia remained somewhat absent-minded. Upon hearing these words, a single thought subconsciously surfaced in her mind:

Impossible.

Merely in terms of guest count and scale, her wedding with Shang Beiming could never reach the magnitude of Lin Xianxian's.

Just the foreign faces among the friends Lin Xianxian had invited totaled at least three hundred people.

Word had it that Shang Yang had even chartered airplanes to fly them all in.

Given that these people came from various scattered nations, one could only imagine how many aircraft had to be chartered...

As for herself, not only did she lack such a vast circle of friends, but she could never expect Shang Beiming to be so extravagant for her sake.

Qin Xinxia bit her lower lip, desperately trying to convince herself in her heart:

She hadn't cared for overly grandiose weddings to begin with, so there was no need to feel envious.

Li Tiantian, seated in the row directly in front of them, had also understood a significant portion of the foreign guests' conversations. Unlike Qin Xinxia's disbelief, Li Tiantian, having already been privy to Lin Xianxian's inner thoughts, harbored not an ounce of doubt regarding the foreigners' claims.

In fact, the seeds of a new realization had already taken root in her mind:

In the past, Lin Xianxian had appeared to all of them as a frantic, love-addled fool devoid of any redeeming qualities.

Yet, to be cherished and remembered across the years by so many men who instantly stood out in any crowd...

Her persona in front of these people was undeniably worlds apart from the one she presented to her and Qin Xinxia!

Perhaps, when interacting with these foreigners, Lin Xianxian hadn't merely grumbled internally; she had actually expressed the genuine thoughts residing in the depths of her soul!

With this thought, Li Tiantian unexpectedly found herself harboring a flicker of anticipation toward this hidden side of Lin Xianxian.

At that moment, the wedding commenced.

Under everyone's watchful gaze, Lin's father linked arms with Lin Xianxian, pacing step by step toward Shang Yang waiting at the end of the aisle.

Shang Yang stared at her with a tender gaze, as though the thousands of guests filling the hall had ceased to exist, leaving only Lin Xianxian in his field of vision.

Lin Xianxian felt a surge of emotional agitation herself.

After all, whether before or after transmigrating into the book, this was her very first time getting married!

Furthermore, despite her own unreasonable demands, seeing so many companions from her past gather before her to bestow their blessings...

She genuinely felt a profound sense of happiness.

[Most importantly, the man I'm marrying is my own beloved Uncle Shang, ahhhhh...]

At that exact moment, the expressions of quite a few foreign guests suddenly turned rather peculiar. They cast bewildered glances toward Lin Xianxian, looking as though they had something urgent to say but were holding it back.

Elder Shang noticed this, his expression shifting abruptly.

According to the prior deductions made by him and Shang Yang, anyone who developed a certain threshold of favorable affection toward Lin Xianxian would gain the ability to hear her inner voice.

And right now, among this vast assembly of guests, there were numerous individuals—particularly those hailing from Lin Xianxian's side of the aisle...

A large majority of them likely held positive feelings for Lin Xianxian.

Surely... they hadn't all managed to hear Lin Xianxian's inner monologue, had they?!