pjbooks Chapter 199: Having given favor to one person, I am willing to dedicate the rest of my life to their
Chapter 199: Having given favor to one person, I am willing to dedicate the rest of my life to their
Su Qingyao took her mother's hand and walked step by step along the path paved with flower petals.
Every step they took was on each other's heartbeats.
As I walked, tears began to fall.
She knew that these tears must be sweet and warm, the tears of excitement and happiness from finally marrying the man she loved.
Finally, we reached the end of the flower path and stood opposite Wenyu Island.
The two stood facing each other.
Looking at the newlyweds, Lin Ruolan smiled with great satisfaction.
She took Su Qingyao's hand and solemnly placed it in Wen Yu's palm.
She has held this hand for over twenty years, from her first steps to her graceful growth, from her first words to her wedding dress.
Now, she was letting go, entrusting herself to her lover.
Lin Ruolan's voice choked with emotion as she spoke, trying to calm herself. "Ayu, Yaoyao is in your care now."
These few words conveyed her boundless blessings and love for her daughter.
Wen Yu held Su Qingyao's hand tightly, very tightly.
He had held this hand countless times, but this time he took it from his mother's hand.
I will never let go, not even for a lifetime.
He looked at Lin Ruolan and nodded seriously.
"Mom, don't worry."
These four words represent Wen Yu's lifelong promise.
Lin Ruolan smiled and nodded, patted his hand, and turned to step off the stage.
The moment I turned around, tears streamed down my face.
But she didn't turn around.
She knew that from now on, her daughter would be cherished by someone, someone who would love her even more than she did.
Only the two of them remained on the stage.
The spotlight gently shone down, enveloping them in a warm halo.
Behind us was a backdrop of endless floral arrangements, beneath our feet was a path strewn with flower petals, and before us were each other.
Wen Yu looked at Su Qingyao's face covered in tears and her eyes red from crying.
He tenderly raised his hand and gently wiped away her tears.
"Fool," his voice was a little hoarse, "why are you crying?"
Su Qingyao met his reddened eyes and couldn't help but chuckle.
"And you're talking about me."
She sniffed, her voice soft and nasal from crying, "You cried too."
Wen Yu paused for a moment, then raised his hand to touch his face.
It really is.
He smiled indulgently.
"Then I'll cry with my wife, and from now on we'll do everything together, okay?"
Su Qingyao was amused by him, and her tears fell even harder, but the corners of her mouth curved up high.
The emcee went on stage, cleared his throat, and began to speak with a smile.
"Today, we gather here to witness the wedding of Mr. Wen Yu and Ms. Su Qingyao."
His voice was solemn and warm, echoing slowly in the banquet hall.
"Mr. Wenyu, do you take Ms. Su Qingyao to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish her forever?"
Wen Yu looked at Su Qingyao.
Countless images flashed through his mind.
He thought that the best thing he had ever done in his life was that when he was fourteen, he took another look at her.
"I do."
"Miss Su Qingyao, do you take Mr. Wen Yu to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, to cherish, and to live forever?"
Su Qingyao looked at Wen Yu and nodded frantically.
"I do."
Her voice was soft yet exceptionally firm: "I do, I do, I do."
I say "I do" three times, each time louder than the last.
Wen Yu's heart trembled. He knew that the baby was giving him a sense of security in this way.
He picked up the wedding ring and slowly slipped it onto her ring finger.
My hands were trembling again, but my heart felt incredibly calm.
The ring is a simple and elegant handmade ring, made by the baby and him together. The inside is engraved with their initials: WY&SQY.
Su Qingyao also put a wedding ring on the ring finger of his left hand.
Su Qingyao looked at his trembling hands and his silly expression of trying desperately to hold back his laughter when he clearly wanted to cry, and her heart softened completely.
"Fool Wen Yu."
"That's because you're a fool."
"Now, the groom may kiss the bride."
Wen Yu lifted her veil.
The veil was very thin and light, like white mist, shrouding her beautiful face.
He lifted it gently, as if unveiling the most important prelude to his life.
They were finally face to face, with no more obstructions.
Wen Yu cupped Su Qingyao's face in his hands, his hands trembling slightly.
He gazed at her intently for a very long time.
From her eyebrows and eyes, to the tip of her nose, to her lips.
He gazed intently at her, etching this moment into his heart, into countless years to come.
Then he lowered his head and planted a kiss on her lips.
With utmost care and reverence, and with the devotion of receiving the most precious thing in the world.
The audience erupted in applause, screams, cheers, and the sound of salutes, all blending together in one place.
But they couldn't hear anything, only each other.
Su Qingyao wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and deepened the kiss.
Who cares what kind of guests they are, what kind of occasion they are, or whether it's a live broadcast or not?
At this moment, he was all she had in her world.
In his world, there was only her.
The kiss was very long.
They were so close that they could foresee that they would love and accompany each other for the rest of their lives.
When they parted, their eyes met, and they could only see each other.
Wen Yu's forehead was pressed against hers, and the tip of his nose touched hers.
"Wife," he called softly.
"Hmm?" she responded softly.
"I love you."
Su Qingyao smiled and said, "I love you too."
The ceremony ended, and flowers rained down.
Rose petals rained down from the sky—red, pink, and white—a magnificent shower of blossoms fell upon them, on the shoulders of the guests, and on the road leading to the future.
Wen Yu held Su Qingyao's hand and walked down the flower path step by step off the stage.
His hands were clenched so tightly that he never intended to loosen them, nor could he ever loosen them.
Behind him were a hall full of blessings, a sky full of flower petals, and countless eyes filled with tears and smiles.
Su Qingyao turned her head to look at him.
Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, falling on his profile and outlining a gentle contour.
His lips curled up, his eyes shone with light, laughter, and her.
She spoke softly, with a coquettish tone at the end, "Honey, it wasn't easy, you finally tricked me into marrying you."
Wen Yu looked down at Su Qingyao.
She tilted her head back, sunlight falling on her face, on her curved eyebrows and eyes, and on the corners of her upturned lips.
Even in her wedding dress, the baby was breathtakingly beautiful. He was so lucky to be able to spend the rest of his life with her.
A smile spread across Wen Yu's eyes, gentle and warm.
"Yes, once you've got them, they're yours for life."
He took her hand and kissed it.
"Su Qingyao, you can't escape me for the rest of your life."
Su Qingyao smiled brightly, and mimicking him, she raised his hand to her lips and kissed it.
"Wenyu, you can't escape either."
They smiled at each other, took hands, and walked into the shower of flowers.
Stepping into their own future.
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