Chapter 412 The wedding ended perfectly
After lunch, Yun Zheng leaned on the chaise longue in the suite's living room. The sunlight shone on her through the floor-to-ceiling windows, giving her a soft golden edge.
She gently stroked her belly, which was already beginning to show, and her eyes fell on the city skyline in the distance.
"Can't sleep?" Fu Linghe walked out of the bedroom, having changed into casual clothes. The black silk shirt made his shoulders look more upright.
He held a thin blanket in his hand and gently covered Yun Zheng's legs.
Yun Zheng shook her head and reached out to grab his wrist: "Sit with me for a while."
Fu Linghe sat down beside her and let her lean on his shoulder.
He ran his fingers through her hair naturally, massaging her scalp gently.
Yun Zheng sighed comfortably and closed her eyes.
"Are you tired?" Fu Linghe asked in a low voice, his voice full of concern.
"I'm not tired, just a little..." Yun Zheng paused, opened her eyes and looked at him, "I feel a little emotional. Time has passed so quickly. In the blink of an eye, An An is married, and I have a baby."
Fu Linghe's lips curled up slightly, and his fingers slid behind her ear and gently rubbed it. "It would be great if time passed quickly so that I could meet you."
Yun Zheng chuckled softly, her fingertips drawing circles on his chest, "You're the only one who talks sweetly!"
The two of them snuggled together, chatting casually, and time passed quietly.
The sunlight outside the window gradually sets in the west, covering the entire city with an orange veil.
At 5:30 in the afternoon, Fu Linghe glanced at his watch. "Time to get ready. Dinner starts at 6 o'clock."
Yun Zheng stretched lazily, and Fu Linghe immediately reached out to hold her waist, fearing that she would hurt herself if she moved too much.
This subconscious protective gesture warmed Yun Zheng's heart. She leaned forward and pecked him lightly on the lips. "Thank you, Mr. Fu."
The makeup artist arrived on time at 2:30 to touch up Yun Zheng's makeup.
Fu Linghe stood aside, his eyes never leaving his wife.
When the makeup artist was about to put lipstick on Yun Zheng, he suddenly said, "Use this one, it's specially for pregnant women."
He took out a brand new lipstick from the inside pocket of his suit, and Yun Zheng opened her eyes wide in surprise.
It's her favorite color.
"When did you prepare it?" She took the lipstick and a warm feeling surged in her heart.
Fu Linghe didn't answer, but just squeezed her shoulders gently.
There were countless small details like this during the days they spent together, but each time made Yun Zheng feel cherished and happy.
At exactly six o'clock, Fu Linghe walked into the banquet hall holding Yun Zheng's hand.
The crystal chandeliers illuminated the entire space with dazzling brilliance. The guests were dressed in gorgeous clothes and were filled with laughter and joy as they drank and chatted.
"Mr. Fu, Madam." The waiter respectfully led them to the main table.
Jiang Chenyu was already standing on the stage, wearing a perfectly tailored black suit, which made him look even more handsome and tall.
But at this moment, the usually cynical young master of the Jiang family clasped his hands in front of him and kept looking towards the entrance of the banquet hall, his eyes filled with unconcealable nervousness and anticipation.
The music suddenly changed, and all the lights dimmed, leaving only a spotlight shining at the entrance of the banquet hall.
The door slowly opened, and Cen Lian appeared in everyone's sight, holding his father's arm.
Yun Zheng held her breath for a moment. Her best friend was breathtakingly beautiful.
The diamonds on the wedding dress sparkled like stars under the light, and the veil hung lightly, revealing Cen Lian's delicate makeup and happy smile.
Following the melody of the wedding march, Cen Lian walked towards the stage step by step.
Yun Zheng unconsciously held Fu Linghe's hand tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.
Fu Linghe noticed it immediately, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and gently pressed the corner of her eyes with extremely gentle movements.
When Cen Lian walked to the center of the stage and Jiang Chenyu turned around, the audience let out a burst of friendly exclamations.
The usually dashing young master of the Jiang family actually had red eyes at this moment, and tears were streaming down his face uncontrollably.
He hurriedly wiped it away with the back of his hand, but the more he wiped away, the more tears flowed. Finally, he gave up and let the tears flow.
"I..." Jiang Chenyu's voice choked. He took a deep breath and held Cen Lian'an's hand. "You are so beautiful. I... feel that I am not worthy of you."
Cen Li'an's eyes were also filled with tears, but he smiled and reached out to wipe the tears from his face, "Silly boy."
This scene brought tears to the eyes of many people present. Yun Zheng leaned on Fu Linghe's shoulder and sobbed softly.
Fu Linghe held her tightly in his arms, patting her lightly from time to time.
The dinner was held in a warm and touching atmosphere.
Fu Linghe was always paying attention to Yun Zheng's condition. When he saw her start to rub her waist frequently, he knew that she was tired.
He leaned close to her ear and asked, "Do you want to go back first?"
Yun Zheng shook her head. "Wait a little longer, it's not over yet."
But her fatigue could not escape Fu Linghe's eyes. At half past nine, when the dance began, Fu Linghe stood up decisively and said goodbye to Jiang Chenyu and Cen Li'an.
"Are you tired, sister-in-law? Go back and rest." Jiang Chenyu patted Fu Linghe's shoulder with understanding, "Thank you for today."
Cen Lian hugged Yun Zheng and said, "I'll come to see you tomorrow. Have a good rest."
On the way back, Yun Zheng fell asleep almost as soon as she sat down on the seat.
Fu Linghe gently pressed her head on his shoulder and adjusted her posture to make her more comfortable.
"Go to sleep. I'll call you when we get home." He whispered, gently combing his fingers through her long hair.
Yun Zheng responded in a daze and soon fell into a light sleep.
Her breathing became even and long, and her eyelashes cast a small shadow on her cheek.
Fu Linghe gazed at her sleeping face, his eyes filled with tenderness.
It was late at night when the car drove into Tanxiyuan.
Fu Linghe did not wake Yun Zheng up, but gently carried her out of the car.
Yun Zheng rubbed against his arms, mumbled something vaguely, and fell into deep sleep again.
The housekeeper had already opened the door and was waiting. Seeing this, he immediately signaled the servants to keep quiet.
Fu Linghe carried Yun Zheng and went straight upstairs, his movements as gentle as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.
In the bedroom, the soft night light has been turned on.
Fu Linghe carefully placed Yun Zheng on the bed and took off her coat and shoes.
When he was about to get up to get his pajamas, Yun Zheng suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes.
"Fu Linghe..." she called him half asleep.
Fu Linghe immediately leaned over, "I'm here."
Yun Zheng didn't open her eyes, but just raised the corners of her mouth slightly, "Today... is really good..."
Fu Linghe's heart softened, and he lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "Go to sleep, my wife."
He covered her with the quilt and sat beside the bed, waiting quietly until he was sure she was completely asleep.
The moonlight shone through the gauze curtains onto the bed, casting a layer of silver glow on Yun Zheng's sleeping face.
"Goodnight, my darlings," he whispered, his voice fading into the darkness.
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