Chapter 35
Breaking news! Jiang Xueru and Gu Qingyue have officially announced their wedding!
OP: Everyone, look at Weibo! Jiang Xueru and Gu Qingyue posted on Weibo at the same time! The pictures are wedding photos! The caption reads "This time it's for real!!!"
1L: What?! Didn't they get married a long time ago?!
2L: Upstairs, everyone in the industry knows they started as a contract couple, getting their marriage certificate first and then falling in love!
6L: So now... the contract has come true? ???
15L: It can't be said that the contract came true. The two are childhood sweethearts, but they were both stubborn in the past. Now they have finally made it official.
16L: Now that you've said that, I'm interested!
17L: Go to Bilibili and check out the timeline video edited by Qingxue CP fans, it's so good!
44L: I saw the wedding photos! Absolutely stunning! Jiang Jiang looks breathtakingly beautiful in her wedding dress! Teacher Gu's gaze towards her is so incredibly tender!
75L: So all that sweetness in "Super Cute" was real?! Not acting?!
86L: I knew it! You can't act out that look!
97L: Qingxue CP fans are ecstatic! We've found the real deal!
128L: The wedding date is set for the 18th of next month. Has anyone received an invitation?
189L: It is said that only relatives and friends were invited, and the event was not open to the public.
310L: After the Ye Sisi incident, Jiang Jiang seems to have become even more low-key...
311L: Speaking of Ye Sisi, how is she doing lately?
312L: After paying the penalty for breach of contract, it's like going back to my hometown; I'm completely finished.
315L: Serves you right.
698L: No matter what, best wishes to Jiang Jiang and Teacher Gu!
999L: +1, they deserve happiness!
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The day before the wedding, Jiang Xueru received a text message from an unknown number.
"Sister, tomorrow is your wedding. I wish you happiness. I'm sorry."
It's Ye Sisi.
Jiang Xueru stared at the text message for a long time before replying, "Thank you."
A few minutes later, Ye Sisi sent another message.
"I know it's pointless to say this, but I still want to tell you that I wasn't born hating you. The first time I saw you when I was little, you were wearing a white dress, like a little princess. I thought to myself, 'This older sister is so beautiful.'"
Jiang Xueru's fingers paused.
Ye Sisi continued: "Do you remember? On your tenth birthday, I secretly went to find you and gave you the little hair clip that I had saved up my allowance for a long time to buy."
"I made it myself. It's ugly, but it's the only thing I can be proud of."
The floodgates of memory suddenly opened.
Jiang Xueru remembered.
Ye Sisi did come that day.
A short, thin little girl hid behind a tree outside the villa. When she came out, she timidly handed over a handmade hair clip.
The pink beads were strung crookedly, but you could tell that a lot of care was put into it.
But before she could speak, Ye Sisi's mother rushed over, snatched the hair clip, and threw it on the ground: "How could a young lady like her want something like this!"
Little Ye Sisi was dragged away, and her eyes were red when she turned around.
Later, Jiang Xueru secretly picked up the hair clip.
She had actually kept it all along, in her childhood treasure box.
She typed: "I found that hair clip. I've kept it."
This time, Ye Sisi didn't reply for a long time.
Just when Jiang Xueru thought she wouldn't reply, her phone vibrated again.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Over the years, I've lost the most precious thing in my life."
Jiang Xueru looked at the sentence and remained silent for a long time before finally replying, "Let's move forward, let's all look forward."
The conversation ends here.
Putting down her phone, Jiang Xueru walked to her desk and opened the long-sealed wooden box.
Inside lay many old items, with the pink handmade hair clip on top.
The hair clip has faded, but you can still tell what it looked like back then.
She gently touched the hair clip, then closed the box.
Let bygones be bygones.
In the evening, the doorbell rang.
Jiang Xueru opened the door and saw Ye Shengren standing outside.
He looked much older than he had been a few months ago, standing awkwardly with a gift box in his hand.
He spoke, his voice hoarse, "Xue Ru, tomorrow is your wedding, and I... I want to give you a gift."
Jiang Xueru looked at him and said calmly, "No need."
"I know you don't forgive me."
Ye Shengren lowered his head. "I'm not asking for forgiveness. I just want to tell you that Dad knows he was wrong. Over the years, I've wronged you far too much."
He looked up, his eyes red-rimmed: "When your mother passed away, she asked me to take good care of you. I failed to do so. I don't deserve to be your father."
Jiang Xueru looked at him, feeling no hatred or resentment, only a sense of calm.
"It's all in the past."
She said, "I've already let it go."
Tears streamed down Ye Shengren's face: "Xueru..."
Jiang Xueru continued, "But letting go doesn't mean forgiving. Some hurts have been done, and that's that. Let's just wish each other well from now on."
Ye Shengren stared at her blankly, and finally nodded.
"good......"
He placed the gift box at the door with trembling hands. "This is a small token of my father's affection. You can accept it or not. I wish you happiness."
He turned and left, his back hunched.
Jiang Xueru looked at the gift box but ultimately didn't bring it in.
She closed the door, leaned against it, and gently exhaled.
This time, I'm truly at peace.
......
The sun shone brightly on the wedding day.
The wedding venue was a private estate, with the lawn filled with white roses.
There weren't many guests; they were all their close relatives and friends, along with the director of the welfare home and several teachers.
Qiuqiu wore a white tulle dress and a flower crown on her head, looking like a little angel.
She is now Jiang Xueru and Gu Qingyue's officially adopted daughter; the formalities were completed just a week before the wedding.
"Is Qiuqiu nervous?" Yu Ling squatted down to help her adjust her skirt.
Qiuqiu shook her head vigorously: "Don't be nervous! Qiuqiu is a flower girl!"
"Great job!" Yu Ling pinched her little face.
The music started, and the wedding began.
Jiang Xueru took the arm of the dean and slowly walked onto the red carpet.
This was at the strong insistence of the dean.
Qiuqiu is a child in the welfare home. Qiuqiu calls Jiang Xueru "Mom" and "Grandma" at the same time, so Jiang Xueru is also her child.
She wore a simple satin wedding dress with a veil gently draped behind her, and held a bouquet of white lisianthus in her hands.
Those were the flowers Gu Qingyue loved to give her.
At the end of the red carpet, Gu Qingyue stood there, dressed in a black suit, his posture upright.
He watched Jiang Xueru walk towards him step by step, his eyes so tender they seemed to melt.
The dean placed Jiang Xueru's hand in Gu Qingyue's and whispered, "Be happy."
“We will,” they both said at the same time.
The ceremony was simple, but every detail was filled with love.
The pastor's gentle voice echoed across the lawn: "Mr. Gu Qingyue, do you take Ms. Jiang Xueru to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?"
Gu Qingyue turned to face Jiang Xueru, but did not answer immediately.
He gazed at her intently for a very long time, so long that the guests held their breath. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, falling on her white veil, into her tearful eyes, and onto her slightly trembling lips.
He recalled many scenes—
Twelve-year-old Jiang Xueru was squatting under a tree in the park, crying. He awkwardly handed her a bottle of fireflies.
Nineteen-year-old Jiang Xueru stood on the stage, holding the Best Actress trophy, radiating brilliance, while he looked up at her from below.
Twenty-five-year-old Jiang Xueru signed the marriage certificate with an expression as calm as if she were signing an ordinary contract.
And these past few days, the way she held Qiuqiu and whispered stories to her, the way she hummed songs while cooking in the kitchen, the way she frowned and pondered deeply while reading the script...
All the images eventually converged into the person in front of you.
—His bride, wearing a wedding dress, with tears in her eyes, yet smiling radiantly.
"I do."
Gu Qingyue spoke, her voice slightly hoarse but incredibly firm, "I am willing to spend every day of the rest of my life loving her, cherishing her, and protecting her."
He paused, his eyes reddening: "I've waited for this day for fifteen years."
Jiang Xueru's tears instantly burst forth.
It was her turn.
The pastor asked, "Ms. Jiang Xueru, do you take Mr. Gu Qingyue to be your husband...?"
"I do!" Jiang Xueru answered almost hastily, her voice trembling but clear.
"Gu Qingyue, do you know? I once thought my life would just stay like this—acting alone, living alone, growing old alone. It was someone who entered my darkness and gave me a home..."
She took a deep breath and spoke slowly, word by word:
“I am willing to marry you, not just today, but every time you secretly give me a birthday present, every time you say to me ‘a contract marriage is also possible,’ every time you make those clumsy handicrafts for me… Every day, every year, I am willing.”
Suppressed sobs could be heard from the guest seats.
Qiuqiu stood to the side, her little hands tightly clutching the flower basket, her big eyes brimming with tears—but they were tears of joy.
“Now,” the pastor said with a smile, “the groom may kiss the bride.”
The music started playing; it was a very romantic English song.
Gu Qingyue did not act immediately.
He raised his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly, and gently lifted Jiang Xueru's veil.
The veil slowly slid down, revealing her complete face—tears still wet, makeup slightly smudged, yet breathtakingly beautiful.
He cupped her face in his hands, as if holding the most precious porcelain in the world.
He whispered, his voice so low that only she could hear, "Xue Ru, close your eyes."
Gu Qingyue slowly lowered her head.
Time stretched out infinitely at this moment.
Sunshine, a gentle breeze, the fragrance of flowers, and the blessing glances of the guests...
Everything blurred into the background.
His lips gently touched hers.
A very light kiss, like a feather brushing against you.
But the moment they touched it, all their emotions burst forth like a flood.
It was the faint glow of fireflies flickering in the bottle that night.
It was that year, when he looked up at her from below the stage and his heart skipped a beat.
It was the joy he kept hidden in his heart, unable to express it, when she signed her name on the marriage certificate.
It was every single day and night I secretly loved her over the years.
This kiss was so long overdue.
Gu Qingyue's tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto Jiang Xueru's face, mingling with her own tears.
He deepened the kiss.
It was no longer a light touch, but a kiss filled with all love and promise.
Jiang Xueru felt his hot tears, his slightly trembling arms, and the tender care and uncontrollable affection on his lips.
She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and responded wholeheartedly.
Amidst the applause and cheers of the guests, amidst a shower of flower petals, and under the brilliant sunshine, they expressed their love for each other.
It's as if we want to make up for all the missing intimacy of the past, as if we want to carve an eternal vow in this kiss.
Finally, Gu Qingyue slowly released her, his forehead touching hers, their breaths mingling.
Qiuqiu ran over and hugged their legs: "Daddy, Mommy! Qiuqiu wants kisses too!"
Gu Qingyue smiled, squatted down, kissed Qiuqiu on the cheek, and then looked at Jiang Xueru: "Mommy wants to kiss Qiuqiu too."
Jiang Xueru bent down and kissed Qiuqiu's other cheek.
A family of three embraced in the sunlight, a scene as beautiful as a timeless oil painting.
Leng Yu, who was standing next to me, cried so hard her makeup was ruined: "It's so touching! I'm going to cut this part into the music video for my next song!"
With tears in her eyes, Yu Ling said, "Why cut it? This live stream has already gone viral."
Indeed, although the wedding was not open to the public, the "Super Cute" program team obtained exclusive filming rights, and the number of viewers in the live broadcast room has reached a record high.
The live chat was already flooded with tears:
I cried like a fool.
What an amazing love story!
[Fifteen years...they loved each other for fifteen years!]
I'm fulfilled!
You must be happy!
......
Under the starry sky after the banquet, the guests departed.
Gu Qingyue held Jiang Xueru's hand as they walked along the path in the manor.
Qiuqiu has already been taken to bed by Yu Ling—the little girl was too excited today and fell asleep early.
The moonlight, like water, shone down on the two of them.
"Are you tired?" Gu Qingyue asked softly.
Jiang Xueru shook her head and leaned on his shoulder: "I'm not tired, it feels like a dream."
"It's not a dream, it's real." Gu Qingyue stopped, turned to face her, and cupped her face in his hands.
He lowered his head and kissed her again.
This kiss was gentle and lingering, without tears, only endless sweetness.
Gentle as moonlight, eternal as starlight.
They kissed under the moonlight, as if trying to merge each other into their lives.
In the distance, the manor lights shone warmly.
Being close by, the embrace of my lover feels so reassuring.
From this day forward, we will weather the storms together and grow old together.
All the waiting was worth it.
All love has found its home.
Like that bottle of fireflies from my youth—
Though faint, it illuminated my entire youth.
Although brief, it warmed my entire remaining life.
......
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