Wedding Night: I Became the Female Supporting Character and Married the Villain! Chapter 360: Finale

Chapter 360: Finale
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Zhang Ruo was led away by Xiao Ting. Luo Yings expression turned sour.
Lu Zhao assumed her displeasure was due to Zhang Ruffs matter, but what truly concerned Luo Ying was something else.
“Take me to the beach,” Luo Ying suddenly looked up while sporting a radiant smile.
“Absolutely,” Lu Zhao responded tenderly.
They had talked many times about strolling along the beach, but the two of them were always consumed by endless tasks.
Now that they were parting ways, this was Luo Yings final wish.
The seaside breeze was pleasantly cold. Lu Zhao draped his coat over Luo Yings shoulders.
With her hair freely swaying in the wind, Luo Ying exuded an indescribable aura of intellectual beauty.
Lu Zhao gazed gently at her and handed her a dainty pink seashell.
“Lu Zhao, have our days together brought you happiness?” Luo Ying suddenly asked.
Lu Zhao nodded. He was slightly puzzled. Luo Ying had never posed such an
emotionally charged question before.
He caressed Luo Yings soft hair and said, “There’s a wedding sanctuary in Florida. Our initial ceremony was rushed. Many details were overlooked. I wish to take you there for a proper celebration.
“Did you know that Xiao Ting has a girlfriend behind mv back? They even talk about having two kids in the future.
“Truth be told, I’m quite fond of children as well, but you, my dear wife are a superstar. You belong to the stage. I don’t want the prospect of motherhood to undermine your self-assurance. Pursue what brings you joy.
“I truly loved the little snack you prepared for me long ago. Regrettably, you never made it again. Could you make it once more when we return to China?
“The sunsets here are truly magnificent…”
Luo Ying leaned against Lu Zhao’s shoulder. She took in his words.
Gradually, she drifted into slumber.
Farewell, Lu Zhao. Farewell, this world. Farewell, the many places of wonder and horror in this world.
When Luo Ying opened her eyes again, she was already in her home bed.
Her brothers and parents encircled her. Their excitement was clear in their cheers as she regained consciousness.
Her mother was teary-eyed and grasped her hand, but words eluded her.
Luo Ying drew her mother close; it had been a long time since they last met, and her mother had aged significantly.
“Terrific news! With Yingying back, our family is complete again,” Jin Shi exclaimed with joy.
Luo Ying managed a faint smile.
This was a scene she had envisioned countless times in that other world—to return to her world and live once more with her family.
However, with this reality now in place, her heart felt curiously hollow.
Her mother presented her with a bowl of porridge in an attempt to feed her.
Luo Ying shook her head. “Mom, I can’t take a single bite right now.”
Jin Shi understood his sister’s discontent. He addressed the family, “Yingying is a bit tired at the moment. Let’s not disturb her.”
With concern etched on their faces, the family exited the room and left Luo Ying in solitude.
The room grew quiet. Lu Zhao’s presence loomed large in her thoughts.
What was he doing? Could he come to terms with her sudden disappearance?
The more she pondered, the more flustered she became.
Abruptly, she felt something in her hand.
When she unfolded her palm. There it was—a dainty pink seashell.
The very one Lu Zhao had picked up on the beach!
If items from that other world could be brought here, was it possible for people from that world could also pass through?
The notion quickened Luo Ying’s heartbeat. She swiftly dressed and dashed out of the room.
Her mother emerged from the kitchen with a plate of food in hand. When she saw Luo Ying hastily change her shoes, she asked, “Yingying, dinner is nearly ready. Why the sudden rush?”
Luo Ying didn’t reply; her focus was firmly on something else.
Out on the street, she meticulously scanned each face.
Yet none resembled Lu Zhao.
She searched almost every conceivable spot, but Lu Zhao’s presence remained elusive.
With a dejected sigh, she conceded.
It appeared her thoughts had run away with her.
She shuffled her feet wearily and prepared to head home.
A familiar voice resonated from behind.
“Luo Ying.”
Startled, Luo Ying turned around. Her gaze locked onto an exceedingly familiar visage.
“Lu Zhao, it’s you… It really is you, isn’t it?”