Chapter 225

According to Sheng Mumu's idea, there would be very few guests at the wedding.

The wedding venue was set outdoors, on a private plot of land owned by the Qi Group.

It was a sunny autumn day.

The grass stretched as far as the eye could see.

Orange fire spirit rose flowers dotted the large venue.

Sheng Mumu had specifically checked - her lucky color this month was orange.

The meaning behind the fire spirit rose happened to match the love she envisioned.

She decided in a split second - the wedding flowers must be it.

The passionate color of the fresh flowers and the slightly bleak hue of the autumn grass created a unique warm atmosphere.

Casual yet refined.

Gentle yet steady.

Like her, and like him.

Flowers filled the banquet, and a light breeze brought waves of floral fragrance.

Qi Mo, dressed in a dark suit, stood tall and straight at one end of the aisle.

To others, he still had that calm and unruffled aura about him that they were familiar with.

Only Qi Mo himself knew that his palms had been sweating the whole time.

His heart was pounding against his chest, as if it would jump out any second.

The final note of the soothing piano version of Pachelbel's Canon faded away.

Sheng Mumu, dressed in pure white bridal gown, appeared at the other end of the aisle.

At that very moment, as if on cue, the song switched to the next one.

It was a Cantonese song called "I Got Married", with the sweet, joyful voice of the singer floating in the air.

This was a song Sheng Mumu really liked. Whenever she heard it, her eyes would redden and her nose would turn sour. She didn't dare listen too much.

Just imagining it made her feel moved.

And now, being in it herself, her heartstrings were even more stirred.

Sheng Mumu forced herself to hold it in and keep her emotions under control.

At this moment, everyone's gaze was focused on her.

Sheng Mumu looked especially breathtaking today. With no blush on, a faint pink flush of shyness had already appeared on her cheeks.

Qiao Li was the bridesmaid. She had just been with Sheng Mumu in the dressing room to help her change and do her hair and makeup earlier. Sheng Mumu was still chatting away without any nervousness then. But in just a short while, she was like a different person.

Standing at the side, Qiao Li could see Sheng Mumu's other hand behind her back being pinched red by her fingertips, slightly shaking, as if trying hard to restrain her emotions.

The song happened to play this line—

"My good friend don't be scared This day will surprise you too

Who would expect love to come so magically

That I can meet him"

Sheng Mumu turned to glance at Qiao Li, lips pursed slightly.

As if conversing with her, telling her not to worry.

Qiao Li's eyes instantly reddened and she looked away.

Afraid that being too emotional herself would make Sheng Mumu tear up too.

From the moment Sheng Mumu appeared, Qi Mo's gaze had not left her.

They had not seen each other for the past three days since three days ago.

To maintain the sense of mystery and anticipation before the wedding, Sheng Mumu had deliberately stayed with Ting Ran and Qiao Li for the past three days.

Although reluctant, Qi Mo was willing to go along as long as she was happy.

Ever since they got together, whenever he went on a business trip, he would hurry to finish work and return home as soon as possible, keeping in contact through calls and video chats every night.

Not allowing him to even make a video call like this for three days straight was the first time ever.

This was the first time he realized how unbearable it was to miss someone.

Sheng Mumu was not much better off herself. Despite her past claims that "not being in love means you won't die, being alone and happy is great too", she now had to admit that when you meet the right person, your heart would uncontrollably worry for the other person.

The melodious singing continued—

"I got married

Red fresh flowers

Long wedding dress

Walking down the aisle slowly"

The bride and groom standing at both ends of the aisle locked eyes.

Qi Mo raised his brows at Sheng Mumu, as if asking.

Sheng Mumu nodded slightly, shifting her hand to the hem of her skirt, lifting it up.

This was the secret signal they had agreed on beforehand.

The next second.

They both strode towards each other at the same time.

Guests on both sides looked over with blessings in their smiles.

Sheng Mumu had rejected Cheng Xin's idea of walking her down the aisle.

She felt that weddings were a decision made by the two people.

It was not a ceremony of handing a daughter from one family to another.

But a firm choice of two people running towards what their hearts desired.

The song was still playing—

"The bride's makeup can fade slowly too

Let me take another look at my parents

As they cover my head with the veil, lightly straightening my skirt"

Dressed in a bridal gown, Sheng Mumu was already unable to walk very fast to begin with.

This lyric tripped her heart, making her steps even slower.

She raised her head to look at the sky, thinking of her parents.

Dad, Mum, I miss you so much.

Your daughter is getting married today. Can you feel it from the other world?

Every step of my growth, every look, every expression, even my living habits, catchphrases, and taste preferences, are imprinted with your shadows.

Missing cannot be turned into something tangible to traverse time and space, but it always melts into the genes and blood.

Every minute, every second, I'm still loving you.

When it came to parents and loved ones, it touched her soft spot.

Not daring to think too much, afraid she would lose control of her emotions, she looked away.

The moment she lowered her eyes, she caught a glimpse of Cheng Xin and Cheng Zhuo at the periphery of her vision.

She saw Cheng Xin secretly pressing at the corner of his eyes.

Cheng Zhuo's lips were pursed in a straight line, hands on his knees, wrinkling his trousers, even more nervous and agitated than her.

Sheng Mumu's heart quivered.

It was as if a stream of warmth flowed into her heart.

She was so grateful to them.

For giving her another family in this world.

At both ends of the long aisle.

The old lady smiled, eyes crinkling.

Mother-in-law Feng Yaoqin supported the old lady, also beaming with joy.

Ting Ran and Jia Mu clasped their hands eagerly.

Zhang Housekeeper no longer hid his fatherly smile, the corners of his lips nearly reaching his ears.

Even Assistant Dong and Xiao Wang came, watching Qi Mo as if their idol, faces flushed with excitement.

There was also Jiang Doctor and her mentor.

As well as Mahjong Aunt Sun, Mrs. Qian...

No matter how long the aisle was, she would eventually walk it.

There wasn't enough time for Sheng Mumu to respond to every congratulatory look.

But she would remember how they looked today.

The two were originally supposed to meet in the middle of the aisle. But Qi Mo was too impatient, failing to grasp the right pace and also overlooking the small marker lines on the carpet. He reached Sheng Mumu first.

He lowered his head to look at her, the gleam in his dark pupils like splintering ink, still as handsome as when they first met.

Seeing the tear tracks at the corners of her eyes, he raised his hand to gently brush them away for her.

Thump Thump —

Their hearts beating loudly could be heard clearly by them both.

No matter how long they had been together.

Each time they drew close, the heart-skipping sensation was unstoppable.

The noisy chatter around them increased sharply.

Amidst the laughter, Qi Shaobai, dressed in a full suit, appeared holding a flower basket.

Seeing him in formalwear was a rare sight, instantly astonishing everyone.

Assistant Dong secretly said to Xiao Wang: "His aura is exactly the same as Boss Qi, totally alike, what a similar imposing manner."

"You're so right. I almost blurted out Boss Qi just now."

"Haha, maybe we'll really have to call him that in the future. Let's get used to it in advance."

"Mm, you're right."

Qi Shaobai's role today was the flower boy.

As a flower boy, he was admittedly slightly overaged.

But who could say he wasn't the most suitable flower boy candidate?

This was something he had actively fought for after all.

Qi Shaobai strode to the middle of the aisle, standing at the side of the two, professionally holding up the flower basket.

Inside the flower basket was the ring box.

Apart from that, there was also a deep red jewelry box that Sheng Mumu had not seen before.

Just as she was feeling puzzled, Qi Mo had already taken out the ring and carefully put it on her ring finger.

Right after, he opened that unfamiliar deep red jewelry box.

Click—

The exquisite clasp on the jewelry box was unlatched.

Her gaze was arrested in an instant.

Before her eyes was a string of white jade beads.

Sunrays shining on it resulted in a translucent luminous halo, extremely pleasing to the eye.

What surprised her most was that faint red could be glimpsed inside the largest white jade bead in the center.

The pairing of crimson and smooth white was elegant and delicate.

Knowing she must be confused now, Qi Mo gazed at her and slowly opened his lips:

"Carved dice with red beans ensconced, this bone-deep longing, do you know?"

Sheng Mumu's heart tightened abruptly.

The white jade actually contained red beans inside!

The ancient verse expressing utmost longing had been turned into reality by him.

Qi Mo wanted to tell her that his feelings for her had reached deep into his bones — did she know?

Qi Mo stared unwaveringly at Sheng Mumu's crystal clear, tear-brimmed eyes.

His voice slightly trembling, low and ardent.

"I had thought about really taking out a piece of bone, consulted professionals about it. They told me it wouldn't look good, and would easily change color over time. Later I contacted a chemical research institute..."

Sheng Mumu didn't hear the last part of what he said clearly.

She was amused by Qi Mo's serious and earnest explanation of his actions, letting out a muffled chuckle.

Tears had just welled up, yet now she was laughing. Without needing to think, she knew her current expression must be a mess.

How annoying! She had maintained her emotions for so long, perfectly presenting an idol-level facial expression management. Yet it was shattered with just one sentence from this man.

Yet she could not bring herself to blame him.

Alright, she was in the wrong.

She had previously criticized him for lacking romance, for being too rigid.

But that wasn't the case at all.

His solemn yet profound affection always managed to strike her heart when she least expected it.

It was like that in the past.

And it would continue to be so in the future.

(The End)