Chapter 179 This Rose Is Mine Now

After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became more lively.

When it came time for the bride to throw the bouquet, the unmarried girls crowded to the front, laughing and joking.

Wang Xinxin turned her back to them, took a deep breath, and threw the bouquet of beautiful roses in her hand back.

This rose took a lot of effort.

It was put together by the girls in the commune.

Although there are not ninety-nine roses, these roses are all grown by the girls themselves, and they look really beautiful.

The bouquet drew an arc and flew straight towards Su Tang who was holding the child.

Su Tang subconsciously reached out to catch it, holding the soft little Cheng'an in his arms.

There was immediate sound of good-natured laughter and applause all around.

She held the flowers, looked down at her son's innocent little face, and then looked up at the center of the noisy and bustling crowd.

Sunlight streamed in through the tall windows of the cafeteria.

As the light and shadows flickered, she seemed to really see a tall figure in a neat military uniform standing quietly at the back of the crowd.

His eyes, with a gentle smile, passed through the crowd and fell gently on her and the child.

It’s Lu Xiao.

Su Tang's heart skipped a beat. He looked again and saw only a crowd of people in the corner. Where was the figure in military uniform?

The noisy waves surged, drowning out the momentary trance and burning longing in her heart.

She lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously tightening, the velvety touch of the petals pressing against her palms.

Cheng'an in my arms babbled and reached out to grab the bright flowers with his little hands curiously.

She took a deep breath, feeling helpless that she was actually hallucinating.

It’s still early for Lu Xiao to come back.

As the night deepened, the excitement of the bridal chamber finally subsided.

In the newly decorated bridal chamber, only the dazzling red remains.

Two thick red candles burned quietly on the table, occasionally emitting a spark of light, casting long shadows of the two people on the wall.

Wang Xinxin sat on the edge of the bed covered with red bedding, still wearing the bright red cheongsam.

The candlelight reflected on her face, and the blush did not fade for a long time.

The hustle and bustle just now seems to still buzz in my ears, but the tranquility at this moment seems like an unreal dream.

She raised her eyes and looked at Chen Zhengnian who was standing in front of her.

He had just seen off the last group of brothers who were making trouble in the bridal chamber. He took off his military uniform jacket and was only wearing a white shirt.

Two buttons on the collar were undone, revealing a bit of his strong, wheat-colored chest.

He seemed a little embarrassed. The calmness with which he usually commanded thousands of troops made him seem a little helpless at this moment.

Wang Xinxin's gaze involuntarily fell on his chest.

The military medal pinned on the pocket of his white shirt reflected light in the candlelight, with gold and red interwoven and sharp edges.

She stretched out her hand and tried to unbutton her shirt, but Chen Zhengnian held her hand.

Wang Xinxin coughed lightly and turned her head away.

"It's like a dream..."

She whispered softly, her voice so quiet it was like a sigh, almost drowned out by the crackling of the candlelight.

Chen Zhengnian didn't move, just stared at her.

His hand slowly rose, gently brushing her cheek, and finally stopping on her small, round earlobe, feeling the subtle warmth on his fingertips.

"Dream?"

His deep voice was like the wind in the desert at night, brushing past her ears with a hint of hoarseness.

"This is just the beginning."

He leaned down, his warm breath brushing her hair, and his voice became even lower.

"Xinxin."

Chen Zhengnian's voice was filled with indelible tenderness, and his fingertips caressed the rouge on her earlobe.

"In the future, I will be there for you."

Wang Xinxin's eyelashes trembled like the wings of a frightened butterfly.

The candlelight danced in his pupils, making his eyes full of tenderness.

She could smell the faint scent of soapberry on him, a scent that belonged only to him and made her feel inexplicably at peace.

"Who, who needs your care?"

She spoke stubbornly, but her fingertips curled up quietly and grabbed the corner of his white shirt.

The lines of muscles under the fabric are tight and strong.

Chen Zhengnian chuckled softly, and suddenly he picked her up horizontally. Wang Xinxin screamed in fright and hurriedly hugged his neck.

The red quilt was pressed into shallow dents, the candlelight was shaken violently by the wind, and the shadows on the wall also became entangled.

"Brother Chen!"

Her cheeks were so hot that she could fry an egg on them, but she couldn't bear to look away.

His Adam's apple rolled and his voice was hoarse: "Shh."

He placed her inside and half-knelt down so that his eyes were level with hers.

His rough palm gently covered her knees, and through the thin cheongsam fabric, he could feel the trembling of her skin.

"Remember? The first time we met, you challenged me, and I felt like you were a rose with thorns."

I had never offended her, but she still challenged me.

He didn't know how to refute it.

He took her hand and placed it against his warm cheek.

"Now this rose is mine."

Suddenly, the sound of insects chirping could be heard outside the window, making the room even quieter.

Wang Xinxin looked at him without saying anything. Chen Zhengnian held her hand and pressed it against his heart.

There was a heart beating there, and because of her, its beats were getting faster and faster.

The red candle was only half burned out, and the lamp burst again.

Wang Xinxin suddenly leaned closer and pecked him lightly on the lips, as fast as a butterfly touching water.

Chen Zhengnian was stunned, and then a storm of emotions appeared in his eyes. He suddenly grabbed the back of her neck and deepened the kiss.

Two buttons of the cheongsam were rubbed open, revealing the delicate skin on the neck.

Wang Xinxin's breathing became disordered. She inserted her fingers into his thick black hair, feeling the scent of sunlight between his hair.

It turned out that his kiss was not as hard as imagined, but was cherished with caution, like holding a fragile star.

"Zhengnian."

She called his name between breaths, her voice as soft as marshmallow.

"Don't get hurt again."

Chen Zhengnian buried his head in the crook of her neck and smiled grimly, "As you wish, Mrs. Chen."

The halo of the red candle spread over the brand new bedding, over the clasped hands, and over everything sleeping outside the window.

A few dog barks were heard in the distance, but were quickly swallowed up by the night.

The candlelight in the bridal chamber was still burning quietly, stretching the two cuddling figures very long, as if extending to the end of time.

The next morning, when Wang Xinxin woke up, she felt very tired all over.

What was even more embarrassing was that as soon as she went out, she saw Mr. and Mrs. Chen having breakfast.

Wang Xinxin whispered "Mom and Dad" and Chen Zhengnian came out of the kitchen carrying some porridge.

Chen Ma was putting pickles on a plate when she saw her come out and waved, "Xinxin, are you awake? Come and sit down. This freshly cooked rice porridge with your dad's pickled radish is so delicious."

Wang Xinxin's face suddenly turned red, she twisted the corner of her clothes with her fingertips, and her steps became a little unsteady.

The images of last night came flooding back like a tide: his hot breath, the numbness in my neck...

She almost didn't dare to look up at Chen's father and mother's eyes. She just lowered her head and nodded, then sat down in the empty seat next to Chen's mother.

Chen Zhengnian placed the porridge in front of her, and he naturally peeled a tea egg for her. He peeled the eggshell cleanly, without even a crack on the egg white.

"Xinxin, weren't you tired last night? If that kid dares to bully you, tell mom and I'll beat him up for you."

"mom!"

Chen Zhengnian shouted helplessly, and his ears turned slightly red.

Wang Xinxin almost spit out the porridge in her mouth and waved her hands hurriedly: "No, no, Brother Chen, he treats me very well."

He was halfway through his words when he realized he should change his words, and his face turned even redder.

"Zhengnian...he takes good care of me."

He is very caring. Even if she says no, he will coax her gently.

But no, that's impossible.