婚礼进行曲前五分钟，我看着面前请柬上那八个龙飞凤舞的大字——薄瑾修。创立于1985，全球企业版图超过三十国的薄氏集团，掌舵人，薄瑾修，四亿美元身家，传闻中活了三百年还没找到乐子的冰山男。

我娘给我使了个眼色，我赶紧挤出个比哭还难看的笑，往新娘 aisle 走去。后面还有一溜子宾客，全是我娘硬拉来的底层亲戚，一个个脸上都带着戏谑。毕竟谁能想到，当年跟我要自杀的落魄女大学生，现在能站在这全球顶级富豪身边？

音乐声响起，我机械地走着。脚下的红毯软得能吞人，两旁的宾客穿着最贵的礼服，眼神里全是看戏的。

一抬头，就见än exquisitely dressed man standing at the front of the aisle. He was tall and thin, with a cold and stern face, as if he could freeze people just by looking at them. His eyes were deep and dark, and when they landed on me, they seemed to be inspecting me from top to bottom.

That was薄瑾修, the man who had been tormenting me for the past month. He was even more handsome than the photos, with chiseled features and an air of superiority that made people unconsciously bow their heads when they saw him.

I forced a smile and walked towards him. "Mr.薄, you look good," I said, my voice trembling slightly.

薄瑾修 didn't respond immediately, but just stared at me intently. Then, he said, "You look nervous."