“One of their best man eloped.”

Liu Yan put down her phone and suddenly said.

Liang Zhirou shuddered. "Huh?"

"He's the best man, not the groom."

Lin Miaomiao rolled her eyes at her, but then she was amused by her silly and pathetic appearance and started to giggle.

......

The absence of a best man was no big deal, and the wedding proceeded as scheduled.

Because of the father and son's work, there were an unusually large number of guests at the wedding, and the entire venue was packed.

Once everyone was seated, the emcee, who was dressed in the same flying fish costume as the best man, walked to the front of the stage and read the opening remarks with a straight posture.

The emcee was very professional, with a magnetic voice, and could recite various poems fluently. Chen Lu had paid a high price for it.

Chen Lu stood on the stage, took a deep breath, bowed to the crowd, and then slowly walked to the center of the venue.

The melodious and gentle music began to play and echoed around the venue.

Everyone present listened intently, assuming it was a piece of music played at traditional Chinese weddings, unaware that it was actually the theme song of Gujian Qitan III, "Qianqiu".

He chose this song on purpose, since it wasn't for commercial use anyway; he was just using a song by a senior colleague to celebrate his wedding.

Just then, the emcee beside him suddenly shouted:

"Please, groom, bow and return the fan."

Upon hearing this, Chen Lu thought about how he would soon see that simpleton in his wedding attire, and his heart felt as if it had been suddenly stung.

The wedding dress was designed by Lin Miaomiao and Liang Zhirou; he had never seen it in person.

After bowing in greeting, two rows of maids holding large round fans dispersed to the sides, and the gate in the distance slowly opened as the music reached its climax.

He said he spent a long time choosing background music, but he didn't listen to a word of it and stared into the distance the whole time without moving.

Finally, the door opened completely, and the bride slowly walked out, flanked by two bridesmaids on either side.

Liang Zhirou was seen covering her face with fans in both hands, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, phoenix coronet and embroidered robe.

With a long train trailing behind, she looked elegant and sophisticated.

The hushed chatter that had been taking place suddenly ceased, as everyone's attention was now completely focused on the bride.

Once the bride reached the middle of the room, the surrounding chatter resumed.

"Holy crap, is this my sister-in-law? Even period dramas wouldn't dare portray her like this?!"

"No matter how much time has passed, I still want to say that Chen Lu deserves to die..."

"Why the hell would a single guy like me come to someone's wedding?"

"Look, look! This is my daughter-in-law!"

The girl walked steadily with each step, and as Chen Lu breathed heavily with tension, the distance between them continued to shrink.

Twenty steps, ten steps, five steps...

Liang Zhirou walked closer and closer until she stopped in front of him.

Chen Lu unconsciously gave her a slight smile, and the girl shyly lowered her eyes in response.

Immediately afterwards, Liang Zhirou placed her hands flat, her large sleeves drooping down, and bowed to him, slowly making a gesture of respect.

Looking at the girl's shy yet serious expression, Chen Lu was stunned for a long time before he remembered that he should also bow.

This is actually his wife.

The matchmaker took the red satin with the big red flower hanging in the middle. The two women carefully reached out and took it, each holding one side, and took two deep breaths at the same time.

Then, amidst the applause, they walked side by side toward the stage.

Because there were guests on both sides of the red carpet, neither of them spoke.

Chen Lu stared straight ahead, but his peripheral vision kept lingering on the angelic girl beside him.

He seemed to be thinking of nothing at all, yet he also seemed to be thinking of a great deal.

His thoughts were a jumbled mess, but in the end, they all boiled down to one sigh—he really was going to marry Liang Zhirou.

The red ribbon between the two seemed to have been tied more than ten years ago, but they only picked it up again today.

After bowing to heaven and earth under the guidance of the master of ceremonies, the next step was to drink the nuptial wine.

"The master of ceremonies presents the wine vessels! The newlyweds drink together, sharing both joy and sorrow."

Upon hearing the emcee's words, the wedding attendant brought over a small gourd, dividing it in half for each person, with the best man and maid of honor responsible for pouring the wine.

The line in the middle is very short, so you have to lean closer to the other person. If he pulls you over to drink, Liang Zhirou has to lean closer to drink too. I don't know if it's meant to imply mutual courtesy.

The two knelt on the table, raised their glasses to each other, and then pressed their lips together.

Chen Lu deliberately moved closer to Liang Zhirou, and suddenly noticed that the red rope in the middle was loose. Looking up, he realized that Liang Zhirou had also moved closer, and their foreheads were almost touching.

The red rope, which was originally so short in the middle, now seemed quite abundant.

The gourd ladle in Liang Zhirou's hand kept shaking.

"Don't let your hand shake, or you'll spill it."

Chen Lu said with a smile.

Liang Zhirou quickly took two deep breaths and said timidly, "I, I'm so nervous..."

The girl's voice was timid and aggrieved; her seemingly untouchable aura was finally shattered by a single sentence.

The two whispered to each other and finally drank the liquor in their hands in one gulp.

Liang Zhirou drank a little too quickly and choked, coughing softly twice.

At the same time, unprecedented cheers and applause rang out in the venue.

The matchmaker put the gourd ladle that the two people used to drink into one, tied it tightly with a red rope, and put it back on the plate.

Then she took out another wooden tray with a pair of scissors and a red string on it.

This is the time to tie our hair together.

Chen Lu took the scissors from the matchmaker, slowly straightened a few strands of hair by the girl's ear, and then gently cut off a strand with the scissors.

Unexpectedly, Liang Zhirou had to be even more careful and meticulous when cutting his hair.

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