Chapter 30 Unless Xiaoyu consents, none of you will...

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the makeshift garment room with a bright and warm glow.

The jasmine garden in the backyard was full of fresh flowers, and its delicate fragrance drifted into the room.

Wen Yu stood barefoot on a raised platform in the center of the room, covered with a soft carpet.

She was wearing a wedding dress designed by Shen Jinhuai and which took many days to complete.

The ivory-white silk satin perfectly hugged every curve of Wen Yu's body.

The bodice of the wedding dress is made of delicate and intricate antique lace, with jasmine patterns spreading along the girl's beautiful collarbone and shoulder line. The back features a heart-shaped cutout, secured with extremely fine pearl buttons.

The skirt features an irregular, three-dimensional cut, with layers of tulle creating a wave-like curve that is light, airy, and beautiful.

How are you feeling?

Shen Jinhuai knelt on one knee beside the high platform, his slender fingers stroking the fabric at Wen Yu's waist, carefully examining every detail.

"Isn't it too cramped here?"

Wen Yu shook her head, her gaze following Shen Jinhuai.

A year ago, she woke up in the hospital, and the first thing she saw was the man's sharply defined face.

At that time, she didn't even know her own name.

Shen Jinhuai patiently told her that her name was Wen Yu, that she was a student, and that she was his fiancée.

Now, she's really going to marry him.

Every detail of the wedding dress she wore was the result of Shen Jinhuai's painstaking efforts.

From the delicate lace trim at the neckline to the perfectly curved waistline, and even every pleat on the skirt, everything was designed and made by Shen Jinhuai himself.

Turn around so I can see you.

Shen Jinhuai stood up, took a step back, and gave Wen Yu enough space.

Wen Yu obediently turned around slowly, her skirt tracing a graceful arc with her movement.

"Are you alright? Is it too heavy?"

Shen Jinhuai stood a step away from Wen Yu, his gaze on her gentle, tender eyes.

He reached out, his fingertips lightly tracing the lines of Wen Yu's waist, checking the fit of the wedding dress.

Wen Yu raised her head and met Shen Jinhuai's deep, satisfied gaze. A blush of happiness spread across her cheeks.

"It's not heavy at all."

Wen Yu lowered her head, her fingers lovingly tracing the handmade jasmine-patterned lace, her heart filled with sweet warmth: "Thank you, Jin Huai. This wedding dress is so beautiful, I love it so much."

Shen Jinhuai chuckled softly.

He stepped forward, his warm palm covering Wen Yu's slender waist, and pulled her into his arms.

"You're too beautiful, Xiaoyu."

Shen Jinhuai pressed his forehead against Wen Yu's, their breaths mingling, and the man's voice was deep and tender: "You are so beautiful that I... can't bear to let anyone see you."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yu was slightly taken aback, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Her nose was filled with the man's familiar scent, and her heart was overflowing with sweetness.

A moment later, Wen Yu took the initiative to reach out and wrap her arms around the man's neck, her eyebrows curving and a sweet smile playing on her lips: "Then... I'll only wear it for you to see."

"Wear it only for my fiancé, okay?"

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Jinhuai tightened his grip on Wen Yu's arm.

The man lowered his head and kissed the top of Wen Yu's fragrant hair, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

The sunlight streaming in through the window cast a warm glow on the two people embracing.

Beautiful, pure, and so wonderful that there is no gloom.

However, at this time,

"President Shen, it's an emergency."

The urgent voice coming through Chen Jinhuai's earpiece broke the silence of the moment.

"Zhou Yingchen's men have taken advantage of the gaps in our defenses created when we were dealing with the group attack, and combined with high-intensity targeted jamming, they have already broken through the first outer defense line of the island and are now infiltrating into the second defense line. They are expected to reach the island in no more than a few days."

"At the same time, Shen's headquarters has just suffered the first round of financial attacks. Contingency plans have been activated, and the losses and impacts are being assessed."

Upon hearing the voice in his earpiece, the softness in Shen Jinhuai's eyes instantly turned cold, and the pressure around him plummeted.

Upon feeling the warmth and touch of her embrace, he quickly concealed the fleeting coldness in his eyes.

Even though the chill only lasted for half a second, Wen Yu still felt the difference.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously looked up at Shen Jinhuai, asking worriedly, "Jinhuai, what's wrong? Is something wrong at the company?"

Shen Jinhuai pulled Wen Yu closer to his chest, avoiding eye contact with her.

"It's nothing, just a trivial matter."

The man's voice was gentle, and his thumb lightly stroked the back of her wedding dress: "It just suddenly occurred to me that my bride is so beautiful, and it makes me a little... at a loss."

Wen Yu blushed slightly at Shen Jinhuai's words, and her earlier doubts were dispelled by the sweetness.

She pressed her cheek against the man's chest and whispered, "Are you nervous?"

At this point, Wen Yu raised her head, cupped Shen Jinhuai's cheeks in her hands, and forced him to look into her eyes.

At this point, Shen Jinhuai had already returned to normal.

The man nodded earnestly, his eyes deep: "Yes, nervous."

"I've never been this nervous before, Xiaoyu..."

The words trailed off in her throat, a complex mix of emotions swirling in the man's gentle eyes. His tone took on an unusually cautious, tentative quality: "About the past... lately, do you want to know more? Or... have you remembered anything?"

The man asked the question casually, but the back of his hand holding the girl in his arms tightened imperceptibly.

Wen Yu was surprised that Shen Jinhuai would suddenly bring up this question.

What he had told her before was not to dwell on the past and to look forward.

After a brief moment of surprise, Wen Yu shook her head, her eyes clear and resolute as she looked at the man before her: "The things from the past... if they were important, you would have told me. If you didn't, it must be because thinking about them would make me sad. So..."

Wen Yu tightened her grip on Shen Jinhuai's back, her voice filled with complete trust and relief: "Jinhuai, I don't want to dwell on the past that I can't remember anymore. Now, I have you, I have this place, and I have our future. These are the most important things to me. I just want to hold onto the happiness in front of me. As for the past... even if I remember it someday in the future, it will just be the past."

Upon hearing this, and seeing that Wen Yu's eyes held no fear or attachment to the past, Shen Jinhuai's tense body relaxed.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head, and placed a kiss on Wen Yu's forehead.

"good,"

The man's voice was unusually hoarse: "Let's not talk about the past. Let's only look at the future, our future."

Shen Jinhuai took Wen Yu's hand and led her to the window.

In the distance, azure waves lapped against the white sand, and coconut trees swayed in the breeze, rustling softly.

The entire island is peaceful and idyllic, like a paradise on earth.

Their own little paradise.

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A few days later, the entire island was decorated in an exceptionally romantic and beautiful way.

The wedding venue was chosen on the purest white sand beach on the west side of the island, backed by verdant cliffs and facing the boundless blue sea and sky.

An archway woven from fresh pink roses, baby's breath, and green vines unfolds before your eyes, stretching all the way to the ceremonial platform in the center of the beach.

The ceremony platform was constructed from logs and flowers, simple yet solemn, with a backdrop of a naturally formed, enormous heart-shaped rock.

All the staff on the island have arrived.

From butlers, cooks, and maids to gardeners, bodyguards, and yacht drivers, a total of more than one hundred people all changed into uniform dresses or suits.

The men wore matching off-white shirts and dark trousers, while the women wore light-colored dresses of various styles.

They stood neatly on both sides of the petal path, their faces beaming with genuine excitement.

Wen Yu took Shen Jinhuai's arm and slowly walked along the petal path toward the ceremony platform.

She wore a stunning wedding dress, with her long veil held up by two flower girls in adorable pink gowns.

A gentle sea breeze caressed Wen Yu's veil and skirt, while sunlight outlined a fuzzy edge around her.

Looking at the familiar faces before her and the simple blessings in their eyes, Wen Yu's heart was filled with immense happiness.

As expected, Shen Jinhuai understands her best.

This is the wedding she wanted.

There was no noisy socializing, no smiles that didn't reach their eyes, but in this world that belonged to them, surrounded by the people they spent every day with, they fulfilled the most important promise of their lives.

Then look at Shen Jinhuai beside him.

The man was dressed in a pure white custom-made suit. He was tall and upright, and his handsome face looked particularly gentle and refined in the sunlight.

He held Wen Yu's hand tightly the entire time, his deep and intense gaze fixed on her.

On the ceremony platform, the elderly pastor had gray hair, a kind face, and a solemn yet gentle voice, carrying the weight of years.

The ceremony officially began amidst the azure sea and sky and a gentle sea breeze.

During the exchange of vows, Shen Jinhuai gazed intently at Wen Yu and said, word by word, "I, Shen Jinhuai, am willing to marry Wen Yu as my wife. I promise that from this moment on, in good times and bad, in wealth and poverty, in health and sickness, I will love you, cherish you, and protect you until the end of my life. You will be my only choice in this life."

The man's voice wasn't loud, but every word that reached Wen Yu's ears was indescribably sincere and warm.

Her fingertips were completely enveloped by the man's warm, dry palm; before her was the person she loved most, the one she was about to spend her life with.

Wen Yu's nose tingled, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Ms. Wen Yu, do you take Mr. Shen Jinhuai to be your wife, to love him, care for him, respect him, accept him, and remain faithful to him until the end of your life, in good times and bad, in wealth and poverty, in sickness and in health?"

The old pastor's voice reached Wen Yu's ears.

Wen Yu's heart pounded in her chest.

She looked into Shen Jinhuai's deep eyes, which held only her image, filled with a tender expectation that made her feel incredibly at ease.

Wen Yu opened her mouth, about to utter three words, when she saw the man's eyes turn cold in an instant.

Meanwhile, the assistant's report continued through the man's miniature earpiece.

"General Shen, the target speedboat has broken through the last line of defense. Zhou Ying, Shen Zhou Shiye, and ten others are approaching the western beach at full speed and are expected to reach the edge of the island within sixty seconds. The defense team is in position. Please give instructions."

Shen Jinhuai's hand, which was holding Wen Yu's, involuntarily clenched tightly.

But he unconsciously controlled his strength so as not to hurt Wen Yu's hand.

Even so, Wen Yu's heart skipped a beat when she saw Shen Jinhuai's expression turn cold.

He didn't even bother to say the three words "I do" that were about to come out.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"fine."

Shen Jinhuai quickly suppressed all his outward emotions, and tenderness rekindled in his deep eyes, even more intense than before.

A moment later, the man gently patted Wen Yu's hand to comfort her.

Wen Yu was successfully appeased.

Shen Jinhuai secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said to the old pastor, "Continue the ceremony."

The pastor then looked at Wen Yu and repeated the question: "Ms. Wen Yu, are you willing?"

Wen Yu took a deep breath, clearing away all her unease, and spoke in a firm yet gentle voice:

"I do."

The next moment, a slight noise came from outside the crowd, like the sound of someone running by.

But it disappeared very quickly, as fast as Wen Yu's illusion.

Shen Jinhuai turned his head to look into the distance with a wary expression, his whole demeanor tense.

"What's wrong?"

Wen Yu grabbed Shen Jinhuai's hand and patted the back of his hand gently, mimicking how he comforted her.

"nothing."

Shen Jinhuai withdrew his gaze, and a gentle smile returned to the corners of his lips.

He glanced down at the time on his watch.

This wasn't the first time Shen Jinhuai had checked the time.

Wen Yu could see everything clearly.

What are you waiting for?

Wen Yu rubbed Shen Jinhuai's hand with her thumb and asked curiously.

"No."

Shen Jinhuai shook his head.

at the same time,

A black speedboat came to an abrupt stop with astonishing skill, skimming the edge of the shallows and splashing up a spray of sand and water.

Then, the hatch was kicked open from the inside.

Then Zhou Yingchen, dressed in a dark suit, stepped out of the cabin.

The sea breeze tousled the man's meticulously styled short hair, only adding to his sharp and edgy look.

His face was cold and stern, his features deep and sharp, his eyes fixed on the petite figure in the crowd in the distance, wearing a dazzling wedding dress and standing next to Shen Jinhuai.

Zhou Shiye followed him out.

The man rushed out of the cabin in a frantic and anxious manner.

His eyes were bloodshot and red-rimmed; his once handsome and unruly face was now etched with exhaustion and a near-collapse of madness.

His expensive suit jacket was open, and his shirt collar was ripped open, making him look disheveled and dangerous.

Zhou Shiye's gaze was fixed on Wen Yu like a hungry wolf, and the last trace of color drained from his face.

Behind the two brothers, about ten men in black special forces uniforms with sharp eyes quickly and orderly jumped off two escort boats.

Meanwhile, at the wedding, Shen Jinhuai, who had already received the message, grasped Wen Yu's hand and took a step forward to protect her behind him.

I also went into a state of alert.

"What's wrong?"

Wen Yu finally became uneasy.

This was the first time she had seen Shen Jinhuai so wary since she woke up.

"Stay by my side."

The man's voice was low and tense like never before: "Don't leave me."

Wen Yu was startled by the nervousness in his tone.

She reflexively opened her arms and hugged Shen Jinhuai tightly from behind.

"I'm here."

Wen Yu pressed her cheek against Shen Jinhuai's broad back, feeling his accelerated heartbeat.

"I am here."

Wen Yu whispered again, tightening her grip on Shen Jinhuai's arm: "I'll stay here with you, I won't leave."

Shen Jinhuai's body stiffened.

Immediately, he placed one hand over Wen Yu's hand that was wrapped around his waist and squeezed it tightly.

The next moment, as the hurried footsteps grew closer, Wen Yu saw two men leading a group of people storming into the wedding venue.

The older man's eyes were extremely aggressive and oppressive, while the younger one's expression was too painful and too crazy.

Regardless of which one it was, their arrival filled Wen Yu with an unprecedented fear and intense unease.

She couldn't help but hug Shen Jinhuai's waist even tighter, her petite body shrinking further behind him. The hem of her white wedding dress swayed in the sea breeze, like a startled butterfly fluttering its wings.

Sensing Wen Yu's trembling and fear, Shen Jinhuai moved his feet to completely shield her behind him, blocking her from the cold gaze from the opposite side.

The man's face had lost all the tenderness he had shown when facing Wen Yu; only coldness and majesty remained.

"The Zhou family really has no manners."

The man's voice was unusually cold and sharp, each word carrying a chilling intent: "Private island, don't you know you should consult the island owner first?"

Zhou Yingchen remained unmoved, his deep gaze fixed on Shen Jinhuai, who was blocking Wen Yu.

Upon seeing the wedding dress on the woman behind the man, his jawline tightened, and the atmosphere around him became terrifyingly tense.

Zhou Shiye stared intently at Wen Yu's arm as she held Shen Jinhuai. His knuckles turned white from the force, his chest heaved violently, and veins bulged on his forehead, as if he was trying his best to suppress an impending volcanic eruption.

The four people exchanged glances, a silent undercurrent of danger surging beneath the surface.

"Wen Yu".

Zhou Yingchen spoke, his voice low and icy: "Come here."

Wen Yu, who was behind Shen Jinhuai, was startled by the shout and was completely stunned.

She stood there motionless, her mind blank.

The eyes of these two people are exactly the same as those in her dream?

The same goes for sound?

Who are they?

"She won't go with you."

Shen Jinhuai rubbed his thumb against the back of Wen Yu's hand that was wrapped around his waist, coldly responding to the person who had intruded on the island.

Zhou Shiye, however, could no longer restrain himself.

He took a sudden step forward, his voice trembling with agitation: "Shen Jinhuai, what did you do to Xiaoyu? Why did she become like this?"

"I saved her."

Hearing this question, Shen Jinhuai's voice suppressed surging anger: "I saved her from a car accident that almost killed her. If I hadn't arrived in time, she might be dead by now. Zhou Shiye, tell me, what did I do?"

The word "car accident" struck Zhou Shiye's ambitions like a heavy hammer.

His face was deathly pale, and he seemed to have all his strength drained away, staggering back half a step.

The man's eyes, which were originally full of hostility, were now filled with panic and pain.

Zhou Yingchen glanced at Zhou Shiye, his eyes flickering for a second before returning to their icy expression.

When he looked at Wen Yu again, his voice became even colder and deeper: "Come back with us."

"impossible."

Shen Jinhuai’s tone was extremely cold, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: “Unless Xiaoyu is willing, none of you can take her away.”

For a moment, the atmosphere between the three men became tense, and sparks seemed to crackle in the air.

Wen Yu was terrified by this sudden situation, and her fingers trembled slightly as she hugged Shen Jinhuai.

The two unfamiliar men in front of her felt both dangerous and familiar.

I don't know how much time passed.

"Jinhuai,"

Wen Yu peeked out from behind Shen Jinhuai and whispered, her voice hesitant, "Who...are they?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yingchen and Zhou Shiye both froze on the spot.