80 Wedding Night
◎Before softness comes sincerity.◎
All the lights are pointing to the man at the end.
The crystal slippers stepped onto the stage with a clear, piercing sound. All eyes converged on her, silently surrounding her. In a corner of the hall, the wedding march played, the orchestral music grand and magnificent.
Liang Youwei counted her heartbeats as she walked towards Shao Yue. Her long skirt was bathed in moonlight, and every movement was like a glittering starry sky.
The other person seemed to be even more nervous than herself. Although he had a faint smile on his face as usual, when their palms touched, Liang Youwei was startled by the thin sweat on his palm and looked up.
Shao Yue could naturally see the shock in her eyes and subconsciously wanted to avoid looking at her, but he couldn't bear to take his eyes off her, even for a second. So he blinked and mouthed, "What's wrong?"
Liang Youwei carefully glanced at the officiant—the female elder from the Song family—and tilted her upper body toward Shao Yue. She replied in a whisper, "Are you scared? Your hands are so cold." She clenched them tightly, "Let me warm them up for you."
Shao Yue was so soft-hearted that he suppressed the inexplicable sourness in his nose and nodded gently.
Yesterday's rehearsal had already familiarized the young couple with the various wedding procedures: the officiant gave a speech, the emcee opened the ceremony, guided the couple in reciting their vows, and then the rings were put on and the veil was lifted.
Liang Youwei didn't know if it was her imagination, but she felt Shao Yue was trembling. His voice was shaking, and so was his body, especially when he was reciting the oath.
"Ms. Liang Youwei, before we confirmed our marriage, I always thought love was a very mysterious thing. The night you nodded to me, I kept thinking about what love really is."
"Is it because of a shared aesthetic, a blend of personalities, or perhaps it's because of similar family backgrounds and social status that our marriage is 'suitable'? I've tried to categorize our relationship, but I can't find the right place."
"It wasn't until now that I realized that perhaps love requires time to settle and mutual adjustment. Even though I'm not overestimating my own abilities, I also want to spend the rest of my life writing a love poem just for you, exploring where our love will ultimately end up."
He looked deeply into her eyes, which were sparkling with crystal light.
"I want to know about every movie you've ever loved, and every song you've ever liked. I long to share your happiness, and I also long to bear your sadness. I hope that when you laugh, the breeze will blow your hair in front of me, and I also hope that when you are confused, my paper and pen can serve as a bridge for communication. I want to love a specific person, and I want to accompany a specific you even more."
“There’s a line in Twilight: No measure of time with you will be long enough. But let’s start with forever.”
Shao Yue's voice, which had been trembling for a long time, finally calmed down at this moment and became extremely firm.
"Love may come to an end, but this love will last forever. I think I will love you until the end of the world."
As he uttered the last word, the audience burst into applause.
The world was noisy, and Liang Youwei was stunned. Compared with the other party's carefully chosen words, did the words she pieced together online seem too perfunctory?
But when she looked up at Shao Yue, his eyes were still expressing his love, making her wander in the sea of love.
Not perfunctory.
She heard a silent answer.
Because everyone expresses love differently.
When the wedding ring that shackled Feiniaodu was put on her ring finger, Liang Youwei stared at it and her heart sank slightly.
Their wedding rings were designed by Shao Yue himself. The bride's ring is a flying bird that consciously puts on shackles, while the groom's ring is a rose that has grown wings.
"Next, please ask the bride to put the ring on the groom!"
The ring box brought by the big golden retriever smelled of warm sunshine. Liang Youwei took a slow, deep breath, and then picked up the diamond ring under the attention of everyone.
Then, hold it tightly and push it into Shao Yue's ring finger.
Amidst the applause and fireworks, Shao Yue followed the master of ceremonies' instructions and solemnly unveiled Liang Youwei's white and intricate veil.
Her heart was beating like a drum. Thinking of what would happen next, Liang Youwei clenched her palms, feeling the slight pain of the brand new wedding ring stuck between her flesh. She ignored the cheers and closed her eyes.
Her slightly warmed fingers carefully cupped the side of her face, uncovered by the slightest callous. But how could Shao Yue's hands be free of calluses? He had simply smoothed them away for her comfort.
Liang Youwei's eyelids trembled and her shoulders were extremely tense.
What would the first kiss between her and Shao Yue taste like?
Kissing is a matter of two people, and so is nervousness. Shao Yue's chest also rose and fell violently for a moment. His eyes fell on her face, from her smooth forehead, sliding to the tip of her upturned nose, and finally to her plump, crimson lips.
As if he had made up his mind, he closed his eyes and leaned forward.
A kiss as light as smoke fell on the center of his forehead, and Liang Youwei's lips tasted his tears.
Tears that are both timid and selfish, bitter at first but then sweet.
·
After the wedding ceremony, it is time to toast.
"Weiwei, are you feeling unwell?"
Song Yinbing was worried about Liang Youwei's pregnancy and was afraid that she would be tired, so he even pulled out a stool for her to sit and talk during the short toast session.
Liang Youwei felt a little embarrassed, but the two mothers didn't care and forced her to rest: "We are all family, what are you afraid of? Your health is the most important thing."
The crescent-white satin was smooth and lustrous, forming gentle folds as she moved. Liang Youwei blushed and shook her head: "I'm not tired, just my waist is sore. I just lay down for half an hour, and it's all gone now."
When Ms. He first learned her daughter was pregnant, she was completely horrified. She confirmed everything was normal, and only then did she suppress her urge to curse Shao Yue. She held her daughter's hand, her eyes red as she smiled: "Weiwei looks so beautiful today. She's the most beautiful bride Mom has ever seen. You'll be beautiful in the future, too."
Tomorrow my daughter will be married off to another family. This will be our last day together, so she doesn’t want to give any instructions, she just wants to say blessings.
Unlike most people, Liang Youwei was pure joy today. She nodded in agreement, wondering why her mother was crying. She gently wiped her tears and coaxed her softly, "Mom, don't cry. Didn't we say that the future will be good?"
Shao Yue stood behind Liang Youwei. He understood his mother-in-law's concerns and immediately made a solemn promise: "Don't worry, Mom. I will treat Weiwei well and will not let her suffer any grievances."
When she was out, no matter how unhappy she was, He Jingshu smiled with satisfaction: "I'm sure Xiaoyue can handle things. You two must live a good life. Let's discuss anything together. Okay."
"Yes, Mom, I remember everything."
Liang Youwei quietly turned her head and looked up, watching Shao Yue make a promise with a glance. She couldn't help but smile in her heart. The stars in her pupils were brighter than the three circles of white magic wrapped around her neck.
Noticing that furtive gaze, Shao Yue couldn't help but straighten his back a little.
Seeing this, Liang Youwei withdrew her gaze, but she couldn't help laughing, covering her mouth and laughing even harder.
The silk cape, adorned with pearls and feathers, felt cool against her skin, yet strangely alluring. Perhaps it was designed by Shao Yue himself? she wondered.
"Sister Weiwei, can we take a picture together? I want to post it on Weibo! You look so beautiful today!"
When he was about to leave the main table, Shao Sheng hurriedly called for a photo, but his mother patted him on the back of the head and said with a half-smile: "Are you still calling me Sister Weiwei?"
Shao Sheng was quite clever sometimes. He understood and spoke in a rhythmic manner: "Oh, it's Second Sister-in-law—then may I ask, Second Sister-in-law, do I have the honor to take a photo with today's most beautiful bride?"
The tips of Liang Youwei's ears turned even redder. She coughed lightly: "Come on."
"Sister-in-law, I know we've already taken a family photo, but that's really none of my business. I was thinking of taking a couple of individual photos with you and my second brother after the group photo, but you were surrounded by Sister Jingyi, Brother Ting'an, and the others, so I couldn't even get in. And you know what? Qin Zhen glared at me! Humph, what the hell is he?"
Shao Sheng handed the phone to Xu Yimiao, his good friend who debuted in the same group, and asked him to take the photo. He then stood between his brother and sister-in-law, complaining in a low voice.
Shao Yue looked at his brother helplessly, thinking that he actually didn't have much tact and couldn't be considered very smart.
Liang Youwei could imagine Qin Zhen's expression and was immediately overjoyed: "Qin Zhen, that dog—no, that guy is just like that. Don't bother with him."
"Yeah, I'm a generous person, so I won't bother with him. Oh, and there's one more thing, sister-in-law. After the wedding is over, can we take a photo with you guys? The company wants us to take advantage of the popularity, and they want to release a press release about family and brotherhood."
"Hey, are Shao Yue and I also considered popular? Okay, then don't forget to come backstage later."
"Okay."
Before turning around, Liang Youwei asked, "Shengsheng, when will your group perform on stage?"
Shao Sheng looked up and did some math: "Maybe after you finish your toast."
"Okay, then I'll stay for a while after I finish toasting, at least I can listen to your group's new song."
Shao Sheng was instantly surprised: "Sister Weiwei! You actually knew that today is the debut of my new song?"
Liang Youwei smiled and said, "Shao Yue said so." He is like a memo, he can remember everything.
Inexplicably feeling a little proud, she held that arm tighter.
Shao Yue didn't say anything, but just lowered his eyes and looked at her gently.
Shao Sheng laughed happily: "No wonder, my brother really remembers everything. But I'm still very happy that you can remember it just by him mentioning it casually, hehe."
Among all the family members, Shao Sheng's favorite is his second brother, because he always remembers every important moment of your life and all your little details. If possible, Shao Sheng even wants to be Shao Yue's son in his next life. Of course, a daughter is also fine, he is not picky.
"Are we going to Qingxue's table next?"
Liang Youwei scratched Shao Yue's wrist while sliding across the three layers of classic suit.
Shao Yue paused for a second and said calmly: "Yeah."
A little itchy, but bearable.
"Third uncle, third aunt, fourth uncle, fourth aunt." The tall and straight man, with a respectful demeanor, took the initiative to call out to them, raising his glass. "I'm very busy today, so please forgive me if we haven't been able to entertain you well enough."
"Congratulations first! You've finally married the most lovable girl. Xiaoyue, you must be very happy, right?"
The tallest man stood up first, smiling broadly, and patted Shao Yue on the shoulder. "You don't know, half a year ago, my boy was urging me to go to the Liang family to propose marriage, and he was still making trouble in the United States."
As he spoke, he clinked glasses with Shao Yue.
Shao Yue smiled lightly, lowered his cup, and said politely, "Fourth Uncle still loves to joke."
Is your real playboy worthy enough to be associated with Liang Youwei?
Liang Youwei looked a bit bewildered. Had she ever seen this old man before? And who was his son? Never mind. He was Shao Yue's uncle after all. She just smiled.
Uncle Shao San and Shao Feng were brothers. He was in high spirits and, seeing that the wine in Shao Yue's glass was almost gone, he made a gesture to refill it. Seeing this, Shao Qingxue hurriedly pulled his father and complained in a low voice: "Dad, Xiao Yue still has some to drink, don't force him to drink too much."
"Qingqing is right. It's Dad who is confused." After hearing his daughter's reminder, the uncle finally reacted and put the bottle back with a smile. "Happy wedding, young couple. Come to my place to play golf often."
"Thank you, Third Uncle, and thank you, Qingxue."
"You're welcome~ Second brother wants to be with Second sister-in-law for a long time. I told you two that it would definitely work out."
"Hahaha look at this girl!"
“…”
After working almost non-stop for five hours, greeting, taking photos, and thanking people from all walks of life, Liang Youwei felt dry in the mouth and tired in the bones.
After returning to the hotel suite, Liang Youwei fell back onto the soft big bed without even having time to wash or change clothes.
Shao Yue was terrified and stepped forward quickly: "Weiwei, are you hurt?"
Liang Youwei uttered an "Ah" and said bewilderedly: "Didn't I just lie down? I didn't fall."
There was a loud bang, are you okay?
Shao Yue was not concerned about the child, but after all, it was directly related to Liang Youwei's physical condition, and he had to be careful.
He didn't force her to stand up to check on her. Instead, he knelt on one knee beside her, observing her expression gently and attentively. After confirming that everything was correct, he felt relieved and brushed her hair aside to prevent it from getting into her eyes. "Is your waist sore again?"
Liang Youwei sighed in distress and wrinkled her nose: "Yeah, it's very, very sore. I feel uncomfortable if I don't lie down."
Shao Yue was hesitating and asked her if she needed his help. He had recently consulted a professional technician about massage for pregnant women. But before he could muster up the courage to speak, Liang Youwei spoke.
"Shao Yue, when are we having dinner? I'm so hungry."
"If you want to eat, I'll go order it now." Shao Yue glanced at the dial. It was only four o'clock in the afternoon. "What do you want to eat?"
Liang Youwei looked at the ceiling, thinking fruitlessly: "Hmm...anything is fine? Whatever."
Shao Yue wouldn't order food casually, so he helped her eliminate it: "Chinese food, Western food, Korean food, or fast food?"
The person on the bed turned sideways, propped up his chin and looked at the person on the ground: "Chinese food?"
Shao Yue patiently asked, "Fish soup, chicken soup, or pork rib soup?"
Liang Youwei blinked: "Fish soup, crucian carp with tofu, is that okay?"
Shao Yue controlled his breathing: "So, is it a light vegetable stir-fry or a spicy and sour dish with a heavy oil?"
Liang Youwei suddenly had an idea: "Clay pot chicken?"
During Shao Yue's questioning, Liang Youwei was surprised to find that she had a lot of things she wanted to eat, but at the same time, she became more and more embarrassed.
"Watermelon curd, stir-fried tripe, casserole pork, grilled meat, clay pot chicken, crucian carp and tofu soup, stir-fried shiitake mushrooms... what should I do if I want to eat too much? If I make too little of a dish, it won't taste right. If I make too much and can't finish it, it'll be a waste. We can't give our leftovers to others, right? How rude..."
Shao Yue curled his lips, thinking that her mumbling was also very cute.
"It's okay, they can all be eaten. Shengsheng and his friends haven't left yet, so we can make a portion for each of them, take only a small portion when it comes out of the pot, and send the rest to them. They have a lot of people."
Liang Youwei jumped up instantly: "Yes."
Shao Yue couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Yeah."
His laughter was so beautiful that Liang Youwei blushed. She covered her face with her hands and said weakly, "Don't imitate others' speech."
Looking at Liang Youwei like this, Shao Yue felt his heart soften into a pool of crystal mud. So he gently touched the top of her head and left immediately: "Well, I'll remember it."
From now on, I will often learn to speak like you.
Liang Youwei was so angry that she was about to turn into a red rose in the physical sense. But overall, the flaws outweighed the merits, and the bride had a very good experience on the first day of her wedding.
My husband is handsome, the bridesmaids and groomsmen are well behaved, the food is delicious, and the bed is soft. The only thing that's not so good is my sleep.
"So, you still want to sleep on the floor?"
Liang Youwei, who had already changed into her nightgown, sat cross-legged on the bed, looking confused.
Shao Yue was sitting on the stool in front of the bed, concentrating on reading a book on pregnancy care: "Why do you say that?"
Liang Youwei leaned forward with her hands in front of her, staring at him intently. "Because you're not going to bed now. Are you going to keep doing what you did that night?"
Thinking of the night before the pregnancy check-up, Liang Youwei felt embarrassed and pursed her lips.
Shao Yue consciously slept on the floor that day. Although she wanted to invite him to bed with her on the pretext of "don't get cold", he blocked her perfectly with the words "there is constant temperature floor heating".
Perhaps because she was too nervous that night, Liang Youwei tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. Shao Yue listened to her movements and was worried that she would suffer from insomnia and feel unwell the next day, so he took the initiative to ask her if she was feeling unwell.
I don’t know what made me feel uncomfortable that night, but Liang Youwei made a lot of requests, and every one of them was troublesome.
Like, "The light is too bright, can you dim it down?", "Shao Yue, I'm so thirsty, can you make me some iced coconut milk?", or "I can't sleep, Shao Yue, please don't sleep either, tell me a story, okay?"
Use the softest voice and make the most demands.
Liang Youwei thought Shao Yue would be annoyed and silent, but he acted like he was accepting everything. Not only did he meet her requests one by one, he even took the initiative to "take on some work" for her and even asked about the air humidity requirements.
But Liang Youwei was still not satisfied, and she was dissatisfied in an irritable way.
Her idea was simple—Shao Yue, I'm your wife! A wife, not an ancestor! Can you please act like a normal person in front of me instead of insisting on being a puppet?
Liang Youwei doesn't want fakes, she wants real people.
Even someone as overly lively as Liang Jingyi, she still likes her very much.
The dummy Shao Yue suddenly fell silent at this time.
The air was silent for a long time before Liang Youwei heard his question in her agony: "Don't you think I'm offensive?"
"Offended?" Liang Youwei was stunned. "Why would I feel offended? I just think you treat me like a child, so you pamper me and spoil me, but you don't get too close to me."
Shao Yue is a person who is very good at thinking from other people's perspectives.
Perhaps due to his youthful experiences, he had a strong sense of boundaries and was wary of most people in the world. Shao Yue hated attacks and contact without a sense of boundaries, so when interacting with others, he was particularly concerned about whether he was "offensive."
I never thought that the vigilance in the past would become a misunderstanding today.
"…I stopped treating you like a child a long time ago."
Shao Yue put the bookmark in the box and returned it to its place. After a heavy thud, he sat down on the bed, facing Liang Youwei. They were at a distance, yet much closer than before.
"I have basic judgment, and I've always viewed you as an object of admiration. I thought—I used to think—that a proper sense of distance would make you feel respected and loved."
Love object?
Liang Youwei's pupils dilated.
Did she hear it right? Shao Yue actually loved her?
"...Do you like me?" She stared at him intently, her knuckles clenching the bed sheet, bravely and patiently enduring shame. "If you like me, why don't you tell me? Instead, go and date another girl?"
Shao Yue was stunned by the question. His long eyelashes trembled for a moment, and he lifted his thin eyelids, mustering up his courage and speaking clearly: "I have never been in a relationship with anyone."
"How is that possible?"
Liang Youwei blurted out, followed by the registration list, aggrieved and dissatisfied, "From childhood to adulthood, from Shan Xi, Mu Yuyuan to Zheng Jiasi, Jiang Wanyan, there were at least ten girls, I remember them clearly!"
As expected, no one would believe it. Shao Yue smiled bitterly.
In the past, he tried to hint to his third brother that he had never had a girlfriend, but Shao Sheng’s response was “Brother, there is no need to hide it in front of me, I won’t tell anyone.”
If an adult man with good looks, abundant material wealth and countless resources is told that he is clean, no one will believe him.
Shao Yue didn't believe it either.
But when it comes to physical and mental issues in love, he dares to say that he is cleaner than anyone else.
However, no one would believe him, so he didn't explain or clarify to anyone. There were already enough rumors accumulated about him, and a little more gossip wouldn't make much, and a little less ambiguity wouldn't make much either.
"Sorry, I was just talking nonsense" was on the tip of his tongue, but was cut off by Liang Youwei's "Can you explain it to me?"
Liang Youwei's eyes had turned red without her knowing when. She bit her lip but insisted on looking at him. "You said you've never been in a relationship, but that requires evidence. You said you loved me, but you allowed rumors of your past to spread. That also requires an explanation. Isn't that right?"
"Shao Yue, I want to hear your thoughts. I want to know if there is any misunderstanding between us. I also want to know your true and complete past. At least tonight, you can't lie to me, right?"
For the first time in his life, someone was willing to listen to his ideas.
Shao Yue was hurt by her sincerity, his nose aching and his heart aching. He closed his eyes to calm himself down, and when he opened them again, his courage returned: "My past? --The past that started when."
"The past that began with my first 'love'."
…
Shao Yue's childhood was spent amidst rumors.
After the dance in Shanghai, everyone who saw him would ask, "How's your girlfriend?" At first, Shao Yue wanted to explain, gently replying, "It's all a misunderstanding." But the repeated, insincere teasing left him feeling resentful and irritated, and in the end, he simply didn't bother to deny it.
Even when someone joked in public, "Shao Yue agreed to my confession yesterday," he could still hum with a smile and nonchalantly reply, "Well, this is my new girlfriend."
A complete attitude of giving up everything.
Rumors can melt gold. Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. Combined with Shao Yue's unique and unpredictable hobby and his romantic and amorous face, almost everyone thinks that he is the most playful and playful man in the circle.
But Shao Yue no longer cared.
He is trapped in the imperial capital, trapped in the shell of "Shao Family Young Master". Does his true thoughts still matter? Is anyone willing to listen to his heart?
After all, he lives a privileged life. Compared to most people in the world, he's already quite happy and content, isn't he? Why complain about it? People can't live without money.
What true love, what sincerity, these illusory things are worthless, and Maslow's needs disappear into nothing.
"What about me? Shao Yue, you like me, why don't you try to tell me the truth? Even if it's just to me. You didn't even try to tell me the truth, you rejected me in advance and kicked me out."
Liang Youwei's tears fell drop by drop, pulling Shao Yue back to reality from his memories. Pulling him to the ground, she asked: "Why?"
It’s not that she doesn’t feel sorry for Shao Yue, but she just loves herself more.
Shao Yue was miserable, but wasn't she miserable because she had a crush on him for several years without a reply? Liang Youwei felt so angry that her heart ached when she thought about how many sleepless nights she had tossed and turned, how much self-doubt she had felt.
Every girl's heart is worth a thousand gold. Why should Shao Yue let her engage in unnecessary crazy internal friction?
If you love, then love. If you don’t feel anything, then don’t feel anything. Isn’t it better to say it openly?
However, the moment these words flashed through her mind, she suddenly remembered that she had never openly confessed her love to Shao Yue. It was like a blow to the head, and she instantly lost her temper.
How can you ask others to be brave if you can’t do it yourself?
"I'm sorry, Vivi."
At this moment, Shao Yue began to act like a puppet again, mumbling an apology. But subtly, he slowly launched his offensive: "I'm not sure of your feelings, so I have no right to say these words to you. When you ask me this today, I can understand it as - do you like me too? Just like I like you."
Liang Youwei did not answer immediately. She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her chest without any hesitation.
Almost at the same time, Shao Yue clenched his fists urgently without thinking.
The girl facing him was too naive, or perhaps too sincere, to notice that this action was not right in the secular sense. She paused and said, "I like you. My mouth says it, and my heart says it too. Do you hear me?"
The two looked at each other.
It turns out that he can touch a person's burning heart earlier than soft flesh.
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