Chapter 209 Cold-Blooded Young Marshal 23

Hearing him say that, Xu Qiuqiu didn't take it to heart. At least she wouldn't have to be locked up all day anymore. She didn't intend to push him any further. Her voice was sweet as she said, "Okay."

The next day, the Marshal's Mansion was filled with joy. The hall was decorated in a grand and romantic style, with a red carpet on the floor. Xu Qiuqiu, wearing a pure white wedding dress, slowly walked down from upstairs.

Ling Jiazhen watched her walk towards him step by step. He had had her wedding dress made a long time ago, and it looked beautiful on her.

The fitted design accentuated her beautiful figure; her skin was as white as snow, her face stunning, and her eyes full of affection, captivating all who beheld her.

The people present began to applaud, and flower petals began to fall.

Ling Jiazhen glanced around at the people. Apart from the maids in the manor, they were all his soldiers, almost all of them men. He was a little unhappy, not wanting them to see such a beautiful side of her.

Xu Qiuqiu finally reached the bottom of the steps and walked to Ling Jiazhen's side. Noticing that he seemed unhappy, she asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Ling Jiazhen quickly adjusted her mindset, put on a smile, and knew that someone had to witness it, so she shouldn't be so petty.

Seeing him smile, Xu Qiuqiu also smiled.

Ling Jiazhen took out the ring she had prepared beforehand, nervously took her hand, and reverently and carefully placed it on her ring finger. The diamond on the ring sparkled brilliantly under the light.

Xu Qiuqiu looked at the ring on her hand. The ring was the perfect size, just like the wedding dress she was wearing today, as if it had been tailor-made for her.

He only mentioned marriage yesterday, so it's impossible for everything to be done today. Did he already have it all planned out?

Her palm was squeezed, pulling her back to reality. Ling Jiazhen handed her another ring, her tone cheerful, "Qiuqiu, help me put this on."

“Okay.” Xu Qiuqiu took the ring and helped him put it on his ring finger.

Looking up, I saw his eyes crinkling with laughter, sparkling with a soft light, like the bright moonlight, charming and gentle.

She heard him whisper, "Qiuqiu, you're finally mine."

A thought struck her, and she echoed him, "Yes, Ah Zhen, I am yours."

[Ding! The female lead's happiness level has increased by 20%, currently at 70%]

After seeing off the guests, it was already getting dark. Ling Jiazhen went to the bridal chamber and saw the girl sitting obediently on the bed waiting for him. He began to feel distracted and quickly walked over.

"Qiuqiu..." He took her hand, his fingertips rubbing against her palm, his gaze fixed intently on her. "Your lipstick color looks beautiful today..."

"Then, Ah Zhen, would you like to try some?" Xu Qiuqiu took the initiative to hug his neck, looking at him with alluring eyes.

"good."

Ling Jiazhen wrapped his arms around her waist, lowered his head and kissed her. The lip rouge had a sweetness that made him somewhat infatuated. He suppressed his possessiveness and kissed her lips with utmost tenderness and restraint.

The sweetness of the lip balm was exchanged in my mouth, and the heat was intense with every breath, causing my heart to race.

He kissed her as he gently pushed her down onto the bed, holding her hand and tracing the shape of her lips again and again.

Her breathing became heavier, her clothes gradually came off, and the pain struck again. Xu Qiuqiu groaned and tightened her grip on the sheets.

Looking into her tearful eyes, Ling Jiazhen immediately stopped. He remembered the dream and the promise he had made to her.

"Qiuqiu, I'm sorry..."