Chapter 69 The Flourishing Age of Sixteen...
Tang Ci had no objection to Sheng Yu's desire to hold a wedding.
But a small question was raised.
"I thought you didn't like being watched by people."
Sheng Yu quickly wrote out the invitation: "Why do you think that?"
"When you were in the first year of high school, you gave a speech on behalf of the top students. You didn't even memorize the speech; you just gave a self-introduction and went down to the stage," Tang Ci said.
"You remember your husband's affairs so clearly." Sheng Yu smiled.
Tang Ci took a sip of juice: "That article was written by Lao Xu."
"..."
Sheng Yu, rarely embarrassed, twirled the ballpoint pen in her hand: "What is there that I don't know about back in high school?"
“Not many.” Tang Ci scratched her slightly red ears and picked up a stack of invitations from the floor.
Sheng Yu didn't press further; he liked it when Tang Ci occasionally talked about his past.
This feeling is like Tang Ci carrying a bag of gold coins, who would occasionally give him one.
Tang Ci wrote down the variables, and after writing a hundred pages, she would get up and stretch, as meticulous as a primary school student being supervised.
But she couldn't always get away with it. Often, she would just stand up when Sheng Yu would grab her thigh and drag her away.
Before long, she could no longer stand and was pushed into the long plush carpet by him, her mind in a daze.
The room was well-heated, so I didn't feel cold even though I wasn't wearing anything.
But after Tang Ci regained consciousness, she felt ashamed. The fine hairs on her pink skin stood on end, and she trembled as she put on her clothes.
Sheng Yu, brazenly baring his chest to cause trouble, wrapped her in a large bathrobe, sat her back down at the table, and led her to the next invitation.
"Baby, who is this letter for?"
Tang Ci's voice was slightly hoarse: "To... Jiang Zheng."
Sheng Yu's eyes darkened. He stroked her soft flesh with one hand and held her hand with the other, writing on the invitation.
Tang Ci's chest heaved, his breath was wet and rapid, and the characters he wrote were crooked and distorted.
Sheng Yu pressed his chin against her shoulder, tapped the line of words with his finger, and criticized her like a stern teacher: "With your handwriting shaking like this, won't Young Master Jiang suspect that you were doing something strange while writing it?"
As he spoke, he pressed down hard on Tang Ci's soft abdomen with his fingertips.
Even someone as good-tempered as Tang Ci eventually accumulated some resentment.
She angrily slammed down her pen, her eyes red, and bit his arm, choking back tears as she said, "It's not a wedding..."
Sheng Yu knew when to stop, and after coaxing Tang Ci for a while with his hands cupping her cheeks, Tang Ci finally gave up.
Because the commotion went on so late, it was Sheng Yu, the instigator, who finally finished writing the remaining two or three hundred invitations at the coffee table in the living room until the early hours of the morning.
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Traditional wedding procedures are complicated and tiring, so Tang Ci and Sheng Yu decided to simplify the ceremony and only keep the necessary items.
With relatives and friends all in Nanling, they booked their wedding banquet at a resort hotel in the northern suburbs. The couple checked in the night before and greeted their guests early the next morning in front of the decorated garden gate.
Guests arrived one after another, but there was a slight mishap in the process. The driver rushed over and called Sheng Yu away, leaving Tang Ci alone by the door for the time being.
Jiang Zheng and Liu Ye arrived together, carrying not only the monetary gift but also wedding presents for them.
After thanking him, Tang Ci accepted the coat, but her eyes caught a large dark water stain on the collar of Jiang Zheng's coat. She asked with concern, "Why are your clothes wet?"
Jiang Zheng nodded helplessly at Liu Ye: "This guy splashed mineral water all over me as soon as he got on the bus this morning."
"Did you bring another coat?" Tang Ci asked.
Jiang Zheng shook his head, lifted his collar and waved it: "It'll dry in a bit, it's fine."
"That won't do, it's too cold to work in this weather." Tang Ci took out her phone, opened her contacts and found Sheng Yu's name: "I'll have him get you a coat."
"Who should I let?" Sheng Yu asked as he walked to her side after finishing his work.
Tang Ci paused, glanced at his deep eyes, and whispered, "Honey, could you give someone else a coat?"
Sheng Yu smiled and glanced at Xiang Wen, saying, "Take Young Master Jiang to change his clothes."
After everyone left, Tang Ci slowly put away her phone, but before she could put it in her bag, Sheng Yu snatched it away.
"?"
Sheng Yu typed without changing his expression: "The notes also need to be changed."
Tang Ci tiptoed to look at the screen and saw that Sheng Yu had deleted the name in the notes section and replaced it with five bright words: "My Beloved Husband".
"..."
Sheng Yu raised an eyebrow: "What?"
Tang Ci murmured, "You've become so cheesy lately."
“There’s something even more cheesy.” Sheng Yu pointed to the sky: “We had planned a drone proposal, but it was canceled due to the weather.”
Tang Ci looked up at the sky covered with a thin layer of mist, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the colorful tents set up at the campsite below the mountain. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she said, "If it's really a performance, all the strangers will see it."
Sheng Yu bent down and kissed her forehead: "Baby, I want to have a wedding so that more people can witness it."
"Witness what?"
"The most important day of my life."
Wedding music filled the hall as Sheng Yu took her hand and led her through a flower-lined corridor.
After exchanging rings, the ceremony came to its final moment: the groom kissed the bride.
Tang Ci lifted her skirt, her heart pounding nervously.
She looked at Sheng Yu and noticed that his thick eyelashes trembled.
It turns out he was nervous too.
Tang Ci felt a lump in her throat and thought, since this is the most important day of his life, I want to make him even happier.
Just a second before Sheng Yu leaned down to kiss her, Tang Ci stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips first.
The small incident brought a smile to Sheng Yu's face. Jiang Chan was the first to stand up and applaud. In the hall filled with cheers, Sheng Yu deepened the kiss.
Because it was the weekend, many friends stayed at the hotel in the afternoon and evening, and everyone spent the afternoon playing games in the lounge.
A fire was burning in the fireplace, wine was warming on the stove, and the sweet aroma of cinnamon filled the room. Before long, some people had drunk too much, and the games began to play intermittently.
While Tang Ci went upstairs to get a blanket, Sheng Yu lured her away, and the two left the hotel and took a walk along the path.
Just as they were about to reach the top of the mountain, Sheng Yu accidentally stepped on a loose rock and twisted her ankle.
Tang Ci squatted down to look at his slightly swollen ankle, frowned and asked, "Does it hurt? Can you still walk?"
"I'm alright," Sheng Yu said, stretching her ankles and looking up at the bench at the top of the mountain. "Help me up there and rest for a bit."
Tang Ci nodded, hugged his waist, and helped him slowly move up the steps. When he sat on the bench, his back was covered in a thin layer of sweat.
As she was catching her breath, she suddenly heard Sheng Yu ask, "If my feet stay like this, will you still want me?"
Tang Ci sternly covered his mouth: "Don't say such unlucky things."
"Just an example," Sheng Yu leaned back in his chair and asked again, "Do you want me?"
This time, Tang Ci nodded without hesitation: "Of course I want to."
Sheng Yu wiped her damp forehead with the back of his hand: "But you may have to keep helping me walk."
"No problem." Tang Ci thought he was just anxious about marriage, so she held his fingertips and assured him, "I can learn to drive, and I'll pick you up and drop you off wherever you want to go. In short, I'll be there for you no matter what difficulties we encounter."
Sheng Yu's fingers, which were wrapped around her waist, twitched, stroking the scar on her lower abdomen through her clothes: "Me too."
Tang Ci froze instantly, staring blankly at him, her vision quickly blurring.
"Whether you're sick or dead, I'll always be with you." Sheng Yu's lips, still damp with cold air, kissed her moist eyes. "Do you believe me?"
The incision that had kept her tossing and turning at night was now throbbing with a sharp pain. This time, Tang Ci was no longer afraid. She buried her face in Sheng Yu's arms and hugged him tightly: "Trust me."
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"Of course you have to live in a new house when you get married," Jin Ming said as he looked around the outdated furnishings of his home during a visit.
Zhou Yiyang, with his arm around his girlfriend, added, "It seems there's this custom in Nanling."
Upon hearing this, Tang Ci moved closer to Sheng Yu, who was making tea, and said, "I'll buy it. You can decide where you want to stay."
After they got together, Tang Ci wanted to return the money Sheng Yu had given her, but Sheng Yu refused, saying that she should consider this small amount of money as her pocket money.
Tang Ci was used to being frugal and had always saved her money, but now it finally came in handy.
Sheng Yu glanced at her bright eyes and smiled, "Okay, wife."
Jin Ming said sourly, "President Sheng is so lucky, he's already relying on his wife right after getting married."
Sheng Yu showed no remorse as he placed the teacups in front of them on the table, saying, "There's nothing I can do; my wife loves me too much."
Looking at Sheng Yu, whose personality had changed drastically, Zhou Yiyang couldn't help but look at his girlfriend: "The iceberg has melted, how about we get married?"
Jin Ming, who had just ended her first love, covered her face in anguish upon hearing this: "Why don't you just kill me first?"
Everyone laughed and finished their meal in a lively atmosphere. Tang Ci and Sheng Yu then cleaned up the dishes together, continuing to ponder the matter of buying a house.
Even after she finished showering and lay in bed, she was still browsing real estate apps.
Sheng Yu leaned against the headboard, pulled her into his arms, and shoved a tablet into her hand: "How's this apartment?"
Tang Ci looked at the luxurious penthouse on the screen and became more and more alarmed. Finally, she gritted her teeth and thought that she could just pay the down payment first and then pay off the loan slowly.
"It's spacious and well-lit, I'll take this one," she said, taking a deep breath.
Sheng Yu squeezed her wrist: "Do you like it?"
Tang Ci looked at the display pictures again. In addition to the advantages of the apartment layout itself, the interior decoration was exactly the kind of natural wood style that she liked. The walls were painted with off-white paint, the leather sofa looked soft and delicate, and there was a knitted rug under the sofa.
When the weather is nice, sunlight streams in through the floor-to-ceiling windows; just imagining it makes it a wonderful place to live.
Tang Ci said, "I like it."
"Then you can move in next month."
Tang Ci was stunned for a moment before she came to her senses, turning her head to look at him in disbelief: "When did you buy it?"
“Two months ago,” Sheng Yu corrected her, “In fact, you bought it, and it’s registered in your name.”
Tang Cinna said, "You don't need to do that."
“Yes.” Sheng Yu pinched her cheek. “I hope you have two homes, one with me, and one of your own.”
Tang Ci lowered her eyes dejectedly: "But this house is very expensive."
"Baby, you probably don't have a concept of your husband's assets."
Tang Ci was so impulsive about getting married that she only belatedly realized that this marriage was a huge loss for Sheng Yu.
She looked up at him intently and said, "I think we need to make a prenuptial agreement."
Sheng Yu narrowed his eyes: "I feel like someone is trying to make me angry again."
After he finished speaking, he snapped off the bedroom light and skillfully unbuttoned her clothes.
An hour later, Tang Ci sat with him wrapped around her, her fingertips clinging to his arm, her bodily tears soaking his chest.
Sheng Yuyi stared at her with his dark eyes, asking patiently and gently, "Will you say those kinds of things again in the future?"
"No, I won't say anymore," Tang Ci said, sobbing.
Sheng Yu then loosened his grip, gently stroking her trembling back with his large palm, pulling her into his arms, and kissing her damp temples: "My wife is so good."
During this move, Sheng Yu helped Tang Ci pack her luggage.
There were only a few things, and he packed them up in an hour.
Tang Ci was working overtime in the study. When she came out to get some water, she glanced at the suitcases spread out in the living room, then turned around and went to the second bedroom to take down the iron box hidden on top of the cabinet.
As she was hiding it in her suitcase behind his back, Sheng Yu noticed her movements and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Let me see?"
Tang Ci reluctantly released her fingers: "Then you have to put it away properly after you're done reading it."
Sheng Yu chuckled: "So precious."
"Don't laugh at me," Tang Ci said awkwardly, then hugged her cup and retreated to her study.
After the study door closed, Sheng Yu bent down, fiddled with the clasp on the tin box, and opened the lid without hesitation.
What comes into view is a stack of papers of different sizes and colors.
He casually flipped through them and found that the only thing they had in common was that they all had his name on them.
Swimming team brochures, perfect test papers, apology letters after being disciplined...
Tang Ci pieced together his three years of high school life from these scattered pages.
A class photo was pressed down on the bottom of the box by a silver lighter.
He took out the photo and found Tang Ci, who was in her first year of high school, in the lower left corner.
The small figure stood awkwardly next to Song Ke, but his gentle eyes on his palm-sized face were looking to the right.
Sheng Yu's fingertips followed her gaze to the right and, sure enough, landed on himself.
His heart began to pound uncontrollably; the belated excitement threatened to overwhelm him like a flood, and a luminous thread suddenly appeared in his chaotic thoughts.
That was Tang Ci reaching out across time and space, gently touching him.
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Early summer night.
Sheng Yu, a first-year high school student, left his motorcycle outside the school wall, jumped onto the playground, and casually turned into the teaching building.
The bell for evening self-study had already rung, but the corridor was empty except for the sound of his footsteps.
As he approached the corridor, a rapid tapping sound reached his ears. He paused, but was still a step too slow.
The girl, who only reached his chest, crashed straight into his arms, scattering the stack of math workbooks she was holding onto the floor.
Tang Ci looked up, then froze in place. Her pale lips moved slightly: "I'm sorry, I didn't see you."
Sheng Yu didn't say anything, but casually picked up the exercise book at her feet and handed it to her.
"I... I can pick them up myself." Tang Ci hurriedly squatted down and picked up all the remaining exercise books before reaching out to take his.
She took it but didn't leave. She stood there dumbly in front of him, only daring to glance at him timidly. After a long while, she finally said, "Your hand is injured. Do you want to go to the infirmary?"
Sheng Yu raised his arm and saw a two-centimeter-long cut on his wrist bone, which had already scabbed over. He had gotten it from fighting with someone in Beishan.
He has countless injuries, big and small, so this minor injury is practically nothing to him.
Sheng Yu said calmly, "It's nothing." He turned and walked away.
Tang Ci mumbled an "oh," and bumped into him as they passed each other.
Sheng Yu frowned, lowered his eyes with a cold expression, but only caught a glimpse of her bright red ear tips.
She was probably scared by him.
Sheng Yu scoffed and turned back to the classroom.
Zhou Yiyang made a childish bet with his classmate. The loser would have to burn his palm with a lighter for five seconds. He forgot where he had thrown the lighter, so he turned to Sheng Yu and asked to borrow it.
Sheng Yu was playing a game with one hand, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a band-aid along with his lighter.
He picked it up and took a look.
The cartoon brown bear printed on the band-aid is smiling at him in a silly way.
He didn't know at the time that it was the first signal that his sixteen-year-old wife, Mrs. Sheng, was coming to save him.
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Author's Note: The main story is finished! Thank you all for your support along the way [crying][crying] I'll probably update the epilogue in a couple of days; it'll be about sweet married life!
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