Zhou Luo held Rong Yan's hand: "And about Fu Jingsheng back then, I swear I was just instigated by others."
So this was a confession session? Rong Yan suddenly understood why Zhou Luo had invited her to dinner.
After all, she's going to marry into the Fu family, so she needs to get along well with them.
"Hmm," Rong Yan replied perfunctorily.
"Don't you believe me?" Zhou Luo could tell that Rong Yan's attitude was perfunctory. She had come here today with sincerity, wanting to make things clear.
"I already know, there's no need to talk about it anymore, it's all in the past." Rong Yan wasn't one to nitpick. "If no one brings it up, don't mention it again, after all, it wasn't a good thing."
“Okay, Rong Yan.” Zhou Luo suddenly grasped Rong Yan’s hand.
The woman instinctively broke free; she didn't consider herself to be anything more than someone Zhou Luo was involved with.
"I'm sorry, I acted impulsively. I genuinely want to be your friend, and I promise I won't do anything to hurt you," Zhou Luo stated his request directly.
“What friends? We’re relatives,” Rong Yan replied smoothly. “Right, sister-in-law?”
"Yes, we are family. So, can I tell you anything in the future?" Zhou Luo wanted to ask if he could confide in Rong Yan.
Rong Yan understood what the woman meant, but she deliberately misinterpreted it: "Of course, I'm a psychologist, and I'm best at listening and counseling."
"Okay." Zhou Luo smiled.
Throughout the meal, Rong Yan never initiated any conversation; Zhou Luo always asked her questions and she answered them.
Zhou Luo didn't blame Rong Yan, after all, he was in the wrong first. He should have the right attitude to seek reconciliation. He would take it slow and eventually Rong Yan would accept him sincerely.
After finishing my meal, I returned to the clinic.
Rong Yan finally felt relieved.
She went to chat with Shen Xingzhi for a while.
——
In December, the weather was freezing cold, and the north wind was biting.
Zhou Luo's belly wasn't showing yet.
She was wearing a floor-length wedding dress, and there was no sign of her pregnancy.
At the hotel, Zhou Luo's family, along with Fu Jingchen, Han Yue, and Lao Deng, were responsible for welcoming guests, while Rong Yan and Fu Jingsheng arranged for everyone to sit in their designated seats.
Both families were present and together.
Old Deng never expected to be invited to such an important position as the groom's parent, especially since it was Zhou Luo who suggested it. Because of this, Han Yue's opinion of Zhou Luo changed.
Unlike Zhou Luo, her parents were more simple and honest, always greeting her with a smile.
Zhou Luo's parents and Fu Jingchen's adoptive mother and stepfather all refer to each other as "teacher".
"Luo Luo, are you tired?" Fu Jingchen asked, holding Zhou Luo's hand. "I'll go get you a chair."
"I'm not tired, I'll stand with you." Zhou Luo was wearing high heels, and her feet hurt a little, but the feeling of happiness made up for the pain.
At 5:30, the newlyweds went to the hotel preparation room, while their parents sat at the main table.
Zhou Luo invited Zhao Rong to be her bridesmaid.
Ye Jianming attended the wedding as a friend or relative of the groom.
When the emcee announced the bride's entrance, Ye Jianming realized that Zhao Rong was actually standing next to Zhou Luo in a bridesmaid dress.
He rubbed his eyes hard. Zhao Rong and Zhou Luo knew each other? They seemed to have a good relationship. Was this a coincidence?
Zhao Rong never mentioned Zhou Luo to her.
Zhao Rong stood on the stage and saw Ye Jianming in the audience. She smiled at him. The woman knew this day would come sooner or later, and she had already thought of a reason.
She explained to Ye Jianming after she stepped off the stage.
On stage, the bride and groom gave speeches to each other, both of them crying as they spoke.
Zhou Luo's parents, who were standing nearby, were also quietly wiping away tears.
Offstage, Rong Yan held Fu Jingsheng's hand, her eyes slightly red.
Fu Jingsheng glanced at his wife and whispered in her ear, "Honey, you were touched, weren't you? I was so happy when we had our wedding, but I couldn't stop crying."
"Yes, everyone says that you'll cry when you marry the girl you love." Putting aside the character of the person involved, the marriage itself is indeed a wonderful thing.
It is such a rare thing for two people in love to overcome numerous obstacles and come together.
“You’re still as sentimental as ever.” Fu Jingsheng put his arm around his wife’s shoulder.
“Look at Xingzhi, she’s wiping away tears,” Rongyan said, pointing to her best friend at the next table. “It’s hard not to be moved in a situation like this.”
"Okay, honey, wipe your tears." Fu Jingsheng wiped his wife's eyes.
After coming down from the stage, Han Yue held onto her daughter-in-law's arm, saying, "I held back for so long on stage, afraid of crying and embarrassing myself, but I couldn't hold back anymore."
She sobbed.
"Mom, let me hug you." Rong Yan opened her arms.
"Although I don't have a daughter, the thought that she won't have as much time to spend with her parents after she marries into our family still makes me quite sad. Oh, no, I shouldn't call it sad, it's more like a bitter taste." Han Yue felt sorry for Zhou Luo's parents.
“Jing Sheng just said I’m sentimental, but you’re even more sentimental than me, actually worrying about other people’s parents.” Rong Yan gently pinched her mother-in-law’s nose like an adult comforting a child. “Mom, you know, after I graduated from junior high school, I’ve already spent 93% of my time with my parents. Even if I hadn’t married Fu Jing Chen, Zhou Luo would still be working in Tiancheng, and her parents would still be in her hometown, so she wouldn’t see them. Maybe after I get married and have children, my parents will come over, and we’ll spend more time together.”
"Oh yes, I'll bring my in-laws over to help take care of the kids, and I'll cover the expenses." Han Yue smiled.
The wedding banquet lasted until eight o'clock. After the guests left, the bride and groom went home. At this time, Fu Jingchen's best friends followed them. They did not know that Zhou Luo was pregnant and were preparing to make a ruckus in the bridal chamber.
When Zhao Rong was eating, she explained things to Ye Jianming, but it didn't work very well. She thought that after dinner, the two of them could take a walk together and clear things up. Unexpectedly, Zhou Luo called her to her house, saying that Fu Jingchen's friends were making a ruckus at the wedding night, and she was scared.
"Ye Jianming, I have to go to Zhou Luo's house. See you at the coffee shop tomorrow morning at the usual time." Zhao Rong informed Ye Jianming as she left.
Ye Jianming had many questions in his mind, but in this situation, he could distinguish what was more important.
"Okay." The man nodded.
"Ye Jianming, what are you standing there for? Come on, everyone's gone." Rong Yan and Fu Jingsheng were in charge of cleaning up the mess, and when they saw Ye Jianming still standing there, the woman asked.
"Are you two free? Let's chat for a bit," Ye Jianming said casually.
"You look unhappy, what's wrong?"
Ye Jianming put his hands in his pockets: "Let's talk outside."
"Aren't you cold outside? Let's go to the car." Rong Yan opened the hotel door, and a gust of cold wind hit her face. She subconsciously wrapped her coat tighter.
Ye Jianming took the initiative to admit who his recent date was.
Of course, Rong Yan didn't know that today's bridesmaid was named Zhao Rong.
"Zhao Rong? I don't know her," Rong Yan said. "You want to get married?"
Rong Yan thought Ye Jianming was feeling sentimental because of the scenery, which was why he looked unhappy.
“No, you’ve seen her,” Ye Jianming continued.
"I've met Zhao Rong? That's impossible. Was she also one of my patients? I have too many patients; it's normal not to remember them all." Rong Yan didn't consider any other possibilities.
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