Although Zheng Wanqing was mentally prepared and knew that this marriage would come very soon, when it actually happened, it was as fast as a carefully choreographed and suddenly performed drama, catching everyone off guard.
In the solemn and dignified St. Joseph's Cathedral in the British Concession, the morning sunlight shines through the colorful stained glass and falls on every corner of the church.
Zheng Wanqing held a bouquet of gorgeous red roses in her hands, with morning dew still on the petals.
She wore a snow-white satin wedding dress. The hem of her skirt was like a huge blooming flower, trailing gracefully across the red carpet.
To the melodious organ music, she trembled slightly, holding her father's arm, and walked slowly forward with light steps but a little nervous.
At this moment, Xie Yun was wearing a silver-gray military uniform that was very slim-fitting, highlighting his tall figure to the fullest. He was wearing the Paladin Medal, which shone coldly and dazzlingly in the sun.
The church was packed and the atmosphere was solemn and warm.
Sitting in the front row were Zheng's relatives, with different expressions on their faces, some were relieved, some were emotional, and some were vaguely worried.
The wife of the British consul was dressed in a gorgeous gown and had an elegant demeanor. She was talking quietly with the Western-style manager next to her, who was also dressed in a well-tailored suit.
In the back row were cavalry soldiers of clear military rank. They were lined up in neat rows, their epaulettes forming an inky square under the reflection of the light, emitting an iron-blooded majesty.
The priest standing in the center of the church, dressed in a solemn robe, read prayers in Latin. That ancient and sacred language echoed under the dome of the church.
Xie Yun took off his white gloves, his movements so slow and almost pious, every subtle movement seemed to be completing a sacred ritual.
"I do."
"I do." The soft, clear voice and the restrained, low voice intertwined together and echoed in the air for a long time.
Then, Xie Yun took Zheng Wanqing's hand. Zheng Wanqing could clearly feel the thick calluses on his palms gently scraping against the lace gloves on her hands.
Xie Yun's bony fingers picked up the ring that blended the essence of the East and the West. The platinum ring setting had a matte sheen like silk, the oriental pearl on the ring face was as smooth as cream, and the diamonds were scattered around it in an orderly manner. The inside of the ring was engraved with a delicate Chinese cloud pattern.
Zheng Wanqing looked at this ring that had obviously been tempered through thousands of trials, and her heart was filled with indescribable waves. This object of extraordinary craftsmanship was, after all, just a deed of sale. What shocked her even more was how Xie Yun had found such an object that met her requirements in such a short time.
Xie Yun slowly pushed the ring onto her ring finger, and his warm lips gently pressed on the back of her hand, his movements elegant and gentlemanly.
The priest's resonant voice rang out again under the church dome: "Please kiss me, my dear husband."
When the white veil was lifted, Zheng Wanqing caught the slight movement of his Adam's apple.
He leaned over, and the cold iron smell of his military uniform mixed with the faint smell of pine wood enveloped her, causing her to subconsciously close her eyes. Then, Xie Yun's lips gently fell on her forehead, like a falling feather, but so hot that her eyelashes trembled slightly. The touch was soft and warm, like the softest breeze in spring, gently passing over the calm lake, rippling circles of subtle but clear ripples.
The sound of shutter clicks was heard from the audience seats; the Japanese consul took a picture of this seemingly loving scene.
It has only been a week since I returned from France and now wear my wedding ring.
All this happened so quickly that she couldn't help but wonder if Xie Yun had already carefully prepared the betrothal gifts in a secret compartment in the military supply department, waiting for her to nod in agreement so that the curtain could immediately be raised on this grand marriage drama.
Now, the curtain of this drama has finally fallen slowly, and their destinies are closely intertwined at this moment.
At the dinner, the crystal chandeliers of Astoria illuminated people's faces brightly, and Xie Yun walked among the guests. The British consul's whiskey-flavored toasts collided with the sharp laughter of Japanese businessmen in the air. The wine in the wine glass had been refilled countless times, and the front of the military uniform was stained with three or four drops of wine.
The hands of the pocket watch just passed eleven thirty. Xie Yun lowered his eyes and scanned the watch face. His fingertips rubbed the watch cover for a moment, then he raised his hand while still toasting to greet the guests. Then he left the hotel amid the guests' ambiguous teasing and laughter.
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