Chapter 87 Yu Wu & Cheng Yi… Only death can separate us…
It was nearly noon when they came down the mountain after watching the sunrise, so the two of them ate out again. Because they had been fooling around since getting up early, Yuwu was not in the mood for food during the meal, and her picky eating habits kicked in again.
During this time, Cheng Yi casually glanced at her sideways. Seeing that she really had no appetite, he simply went home and made her brunch as quickly as possible. Yu Wu finished her meal quickly, went back to her bedroom, and immediately went to sleep.
She had assumed Chengyi's proposal would be simple, but unexpectedly, he took her to change into a dress and get her hair and makeup done that evening. When asked about his schedule, he pursed his lips and said nothing, driving her through a maze of turns out of the main city.
The black Bentley drove slowly down the road.
The sunset painted both sides of the car with vibrant colors, a gentle breeze brushed against her face through the window, and classical piano music flowed quietly inside. Yu Wu propped her head up, lost in thought about what Cheng Yi was up to, when suddenly her eyes lit up.
Against the backdrop of night, the road winding upwards from the foot of the mountain is woven with Ecuadorian roses, creating a flowing galaxy.
In the inky mountain breeze, millions of roses unfurl their velvety petals, crimson like burning warm flames, soft pink like silken mist, and rainbow roses shimmering with tiny, iridescent hues. A gust of wind causes the layered petals to tremble gently, carrying with them a rich fragrance—not a mere sweetness, but a blend of the unique freshness of night dew and the warmth of the petals, weaving a captivating, intoxicating aroma.
Yu Wu couldn't bear to look away. The stems of each flower stood straight, supporting their full blooms, shimmering softly in the warm yellow light of the roadside lamps, spreading up the mountainside and connecting to the hazy mountain shadows in the distance, a road full of brilliance and gentleness.
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At the summit of Yunwu Mountain, the ground was covered with flowers, and the mountain was filled with friends and family. Yuwu's favorite band was playing their hearts out on stage, and familiar faces lit up with delight as they rushed toward her. Before she even got close, screams filled the air.
"Holy crap, Yuuko! You got proposed to!"
"Yuko, Yuko, when is the wedding?!"
"Aren't you guys moving way too fast! I just heard you haven't been dating your boyfriend for very long!"
"Ahhh, Yuko, I'm so happy for you!"
"Let me see that luxurious antique diamond ring! Holy crap, it's absolutely dazzling! It's blindingly bright!"
Surrounded by the crowd, Yu Wu was embraced by Ye Hongmian and Yu Jianting, who walked through the surging crowd with tears in their eyes.
Cheers erupted all around, filling her ears with clamor. It took Ye Hongmian a while to separate herself, patting Yu Wu's arm with a look of emotion: "That was wonderful."
Yu Wu had no idea when Cheng Yi had won over her family. She had initially worried about getting past them because she had accepted him so quickly. But he had been far more thoughtful than she had, resolving all her concerns.
She turned around and met Cheng Yi's dark, inky eyes.
Standing seven or eight meters apart, he stood ramrod straight, lazily side by side with Ao Ziye and Shu Yueqiao, accepting the other two's teasing congratulations with a slight smile.
The surrounding night was hazy, with flickering lights and shadows. As if noticing her gaze, the man turned his head to look at her, his long, narrow eyes beneath his deep brows smiling slightly as he gazed at her with deep affection and doting tenderness.
As if seeing through Yu Wu's question, he walked over steadily and powerfully, gently pinched her nose, and spoke in a lazy, soft voice.
"I will never let you have any worries."
The crowd cheered and jumped for joy. Yu Wu smiled, stood on tiptoe, and gently pecked his lips, pushing the atmosphere to its peak.
...
Colorful fireworks burst high in the sky, the stage was filled with enthusiastic performances, and the atmosphere was electric. Amidst the boisterous revelry, Yu Wu had never been so excited. She received countless blessings, drank countless bottles of wine, and finally hugged Zan Ya, crying that she couldn't bear to see her end her single life. Later, someone took a picture of it, which became a dark chapter in Yu Wu and Zan Ya's history that they dared not look back on.
When Cheng Yi brought Yu Wu home, she was barely conscious, her head spinning and heavy. They had both been drinking and were very passionate; he was rough and urgent, and Yu Wu was too weak to resist. When it was over, Cheng Yi lovingly kissed her forehead, his voice hoarse: "I love you, my wife."
Unable to respond to him, Yu Wu twitched her fingertips slightly, slowly closed her eyes, and peacefully fell asleep.
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No one can define the Cheng family's assets as "ordinary." Even their core structure exudes the confidence of a top-tier circle. The family trust is the foundation, not a collection of scattered financial products. Instead, it is a capital pool managed by a top Wall Street team, spanning Europe, America, and Asia. It contains not only cash and equity, but also a stable foundation that can withstand decades of market fluctuations.
What truly underpins their status as industrial giants is the preferred stock they hold in over a dozen heavy industry and new energy companies. These aren't small-scale investments; they carry weight that directly influences production line decisions. From heavy industry factories capable of manufacturing bearings for ships weighing tens of thousands of tons to photovoltaic power station clusters occupying half of western China's market, the annual fixed dividends alone are enough to prompt financial media to repeatedly calculate them, counting the zeros three times before daring to put pen to paper.
Real estate is more like a collection of exhibits. The nearly fifty properties in the core areas of Beijing and Shanghai are not just cold numbers: the courtyard houses in Beijing's Second Ring Road are three-courtyard houses with private gardens and century-old crabapple trees. The white marble table in the courtyard alone, bestowed by the Qing Dynasty emperor, is valued at the equivalent of an average family's lifetime income; the old villas in Shanghai's core areas retain the architectural style of the Republic of China era. If any one of them is rented out, the monthly rent would be enough to buy a small apartment outright in a first-tier city.
The most discreet aspect of their wealth is their family's antique collection. It's not just an ordinary collection of a few vases; it's a specially built, temperature- and humidity-controlled underground storage room filled with complete sets of Ming and Qing dynasty rosewood furniture, Song dynasty official kiln porcelain, and calligraphy and paintings by modern masters. Even the brocade boxes used to hold the antiques are handmade by Suzhou intangible cultural heritage artisans. Any one of these pieces could break auction records for its category. And the Cheng family has so many of these treasures that they need to be numbered to manage them.
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Five months later, the premarital assets of both parties were finally sorted out. Even Ye Hongmian, who was used to seeing the world, was speechless when she saw the endless list of betrothal gifts.
The wedding was planned by Cheng Yi, decided by Yu Wu, and executed by Shi Muqi and Ye Hongmian.
Yu Wu had to admit that this team's execution was extremely efficient.
Cheng Yi's aesthetic sense is beyond question. After Yu Wu agreed, the plan was handed over to Shi Muqi and Ye Hongmian, and it could be implemented the next day. Yu Wu even wanted to bring these people in to form a new architecture team, but Ye Hongmian repeatedly refused.
"If it weren't for your marriage, my back wouldn't be able to take this kind of strain every day."
Yuwu ultimately had to give up. With days of planning, the wedding day finally arrived.
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The ceremony was held in a sacred and solemn church.
Morning light streamed through the stained glass windows of the church, spreading out tiny, colorful patches on the ground.
Ye Hongmian, dressed in an elegant bright red cheongsam, stood at the door chatting with acquaintances, her eyes crinkling into slits with laughter. Shi Muqi, standing nearby, occasionally chimed in with compliments about Yu Wu, prompting the acquaintances to remark that the two seemed like best friends.
Zan Ya, wearing elegant pearl earrings and high heels, moved around the venue checking on various tasks. Shu Yueqiao noticed her at a glance, his gentle gaze casually shifting to her, a faint smile playing on his lips. He took a few steps over and reminded her not to fall.
Gu Yun led her colleagues from the Yu family around the auditorium, marveling at the antique decorations that filled the room with a sense of history, and taking pictures with her phone.
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The church bells rang melodiously from the dome, and Yu Wu, dressed in an ivory-white satin fishtail dress, stunned everyone's gaze.
A slender, graceful figure, bathed in the soft morning light, approached the tall and imposing Cheng Yi at the other end of the church. Her gown accentuated her delicate shoulders, neck, and collarbone, making her appear even more elegant; the ribbons cascading down her back swayed gently with each step, reflecting shimmering light with every movement.
A gentle breeze blew, and a few strands of hair fell beside Yuwu's ear. The tall, impatient man stepped forward and reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear. Their eyes met, and they smiled at each other.
Cheng Yi, dressed in a high-end custom-made suit, accentuated his superior physique and strikingly handsome features. Yu Wu glanced at him and felt as if she had been plunged into a deep, dark, raven-black aura, her heart pounding so hard she could hardly breathe.
His cold, deep eyes, beneath his sharp brows, were filled with tenderness, and the corners of his lips turned up slightly. He held her waist as they faced the priest together to listen to the prayer.
A ray of clear sunlight shone through the stained glass onto the newlyweds' faces, creating a sacred and solemn atmosphere.
The priest, with a solemn expression, slowly asked, "Do you take Cheng Yi to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"Are you willing to marry Yu Wu, to love her, comfort her, respect her, and protect her for the rest of your life?"
"Whether she is healthy or sick, rich or poor, are you willing to remain faithful to her/him until the end of your life?"
Witnessed by family and friends, Yu Wu gazed firmly into Cheng Yi's deep, serene eyes, and slowly said with a smile, "I do."
She wanted to be with Chengyi for the rest of her life.
Cheng Yi's deep black pupils gleamed with an unusual light, and his voice was languid and gentle, each word sincere and earnest: "I do."
Only death can separate us.
The priest solemnly announced the completion of the ceremony, and the couple exchanged wedding rings.
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After the ceremony, in a corner where the carved oak beams crisscrossed, Ao Ziye casually offered Ke Yanchen a cigarette. Ke Yanchen puffed out a puff, a wisp of white smoke escaping from his lips, vaguely shrouding his deep-set features. He squinted at the newlyweds receiving blessings not far away, his tone indifferent: "Chengzi saw you. Should I chase you away, or will you just get lost yourself?"
Ke Yanchen toyed with the cigarette in his hand with his slender fingers, struggling to look away from that delicate figure, and smiled bitterly with his eyes lowered.
Ao Ziye glanced at him calmly, "Quit smoking?"
Ke Yanchen gave a low, magnetic "hmm," and said, "I've quit."
Ao Ziye glanced at him in surprise, clicked his tongue twice, and said sarcastically, "Deep affection."
A bitter taste rose in his throat, and Ke Yanchen almost couldn't breathe from the pain. After a few breaths, he recovered a little, lifted his eyelids, glanced in that direction one last time, chuckled, and turned to leave.
Ao Ziye exhaled a cloud of white mist, squinted at Ke Yanchen's thin, lonely figure, and let out a low sneer.
Subsequent sentimentality is worthless.
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