Chapter 37 Song Xuexi and Ruan Yuexin's Flash Marriage
The next day in the cafe, Song Xuexi was still wearing a suit, with her hair casually draped over her shoulders. Ruan Yuexin felt that her hair had reached her ankles.
"Hello, darling," she smiled naturally and took Ruan Yuexin's hand and kissed her fingertips. Ruan Yuexin immediately blushed and pulled her hand back. Song Xuexi still smiled and sat down, took a sip of coffee and said, "Baby, the manicure is so beautiful. Let's do it together later?"
Sometimes Ruan Yuexin admires Song Xuexi very much. She is free and easy and reliable, beautiful and chic. All the adjectives used to describe her cannot highlight her beauty.
"Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about?" She subconsciously touched her pocket to smoke a cigarette, but remembered that this was a no-smoking area, and Ruan Yuexin didn't like the smell of cigarettes, so she played with the lighter in her hand.
Ruan Yuexin lowered her head and didn't dare to look at her. After a long time, she looked up at her and said, "I designed a wedding dress, it's very beautiful, so I want to share it with you..." But she was interrupted by Song Xuexi before she finished her words.
"Why do you want me to marry you?" She asked with a teasing smile. Ruan Yuexin became even more nervous because of her words. She originally wanted her to go with her to take a look and take this opportunity to promote the relationship between the two of them, but she didn't expect Song Xuexi to say such a thing. Although she knew that Song Xuexi was joking, she was still very nervous.
Song Xuexi looked at her suddenly changed expression and her almost terrified eyes, and the relaxed and teasing smile on her face slowly faded.
"Snap." The lighter was pressed again, and the flame jumped up and then went out.
The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.
Song Xuexi wasn't stupid; on the contrary, she was incredibly smart. Ruan Yuexin's reaction wasn't simply a case of being frightened by a joke; it was more like the shock of having been exposed to a shocking secret.
She looked at Ruan Yuexin carefully, her eyes no longer amusement, but scrutiny and intense curiosity.
She leaned back in her chair, her fingers unconsciously stroking the cool metal casing of the lighter.
"Yue Xin," she spoke again, her voice a little deeper and more serious than before, "What exactly did you want to say just now?" She paused and added, her eyes sharp, "About that wedding dress, and... me?"
Ruan Yuexin's mind went blank. Her brother's plan, her parents' safety, her fear for Liao Feng, and Song Xuexi, who knew nothing but seemed to see through everything—all these emotions intertwined and almost suffocated her.
She originally just wanted to take this opportunity to enhance their relationship and pave the way for the subsequent "proposal", but she didn't expect to completely mess up the first step.
Under Song Xuexi's focused and questioning gaze, she felt that she had nowhere to hide.
"I just want to marry you." She couldn't bear the invisible pressure and looked up with a relieved look, but her eyes were wet. After she finished speaking, she bit her lip and tears flowed down her face drop by drop.
In Song Xuexi's eyes, this was naked seduction. She stood up, walked to Ruan Yuexin, bent down and kissed her. She didn't want to care about the surprised looks of the people around her, she just wanted to kiss the charming Ruan Yuexin in her arms until she fainted.
After the kiss, Ruan Yuexin forgot to cry. She leaned in her arms with a flushed face. Song Xuexi kissed her hair and said softly, "Okay, I'll marry you."
Ruan Yuexin was even more shocked when she heard her words. She didn't know what to do or say for a moment. At this time, Song Xuexi felt itchy in her heart when she saw her cute appearance. She stood up, picked her up in her princess carry and walked out of the cafe.
"Baby, I miss you so much, especially my fingers." Ruan Yuexin didn't remember anything except the playful and ambiguous words that Song Xuexi said to her body when they arrived at the hotel.
The next morning, Ruan Yuexin got up, holding her waist, and found that Song Xuexi was not in the room. She felt a little uneasy, but she felt relieved when she saw the note on the bedside table. It was written in Song Xuexi's beautiful handwriting: "Baby, I'm going back to China and will prepare the biggest wedding for you. Wait for me."
The corners of her mouth rose slightly, not knowing whether it was because the plan was successful or because Song Xuexi really wanted to marry her. No matter which one it was, she was very happy now and couldn't wait to call Ruan Xingfeng.
But the call came at the wrong time, and she couldn't hear her brother talking. There was only Ruan Xingfeng's sobbing and Liao Feng's heavy breathing. Ruan Yuexin's face turned red again. She hung up the phone in a panic, covering her chest.
Ah! Is that still her brother on the other end of the phone? Although her brother is usually very gentle, his voice is not that soft, especially when he speaks to her in a harsh tone.
Ruan Yuexin held the phone, her face still flushed, her heart still pounding from the unexpected sound on the phone. She shook her head, trying to separate the unnaturally soft sobs from the image of her brother.
"Oh my God..." she murmured to herself, half embarrassed and half strangely relieved - at least, while she was on this adventure, her brother seemed... well... temporarily immersed in another "danger" and had no time to care about anything else?
Her eyes fell on the note on the bedside table again. "The biggest wedding." Song Xuexi was always like this, making promises lightly yet resoundingly, as if there was nothing in the world she couldn't accomplish.
A complex wave of emotions washed over her. The first step of her plan had succeeded in a way far beyond her expectations, perhaps even a little too successfully. She should have been simply happy and relieved, but a strange, tingling sensation lingered deep within her heart. Fragments of last night flashed back uncontrollably: Song Xuexi's warmth, her kiss, and those blushing words...
She slapped her cheeks vigorously. "Ruan Yuexin! Wake up! This is for Mom and Dad, for my brother!" She seemed to be admonishing herself, but the smile that she didn't even notice at the corner of her mouth betrayed her thoughts. Perhaps this "deal" wasn't as unacceptable as she had initially thought.
Back in China, Ruan Xingfeng almost collapsed when the phone suddenly rang.
He was held tightly in Liao Feng's arms, all his senses forced to immerse himself in a kind of intimacy that he extremely hated but had to cater to. The ringing of the phone became his life-saving straw, even if only for a moment.
Liao Feng paused, as if somewhat displeased at being interrupted. Ruan Xingfeng took the opportunity to turn his head away, breathing heavily, and mumbled in a voice soaked in desire and filled with tears: "Phone...phone..."
Liao Feng chuckled, seemingly pleased with his distracted appearance. Instead of stopping, he intensified his actions, even deliberately breathing heavily towards the microphone of the phone next to his ear. "Don't worry about it..." His voice was low and possessive.
Ruan Xingfeng gritted his teeth and endured it all. He knew who might be calling, it could be Yue Xin, it could be Fu Hangxing, any call could mean new progress in the plan or new danger.
But he could do nothing at the moment. He could only float in the waves created by Liao Feng and try not to let himself get lost in this painful performance.
After the call was hung up, Liao Feng stroked Ruan Xingfeng's sweaty forehead with his fingers, his tone filled with satisfaction and inquiry: "Were you... distracted just now?" His eyes were sharp, and at this moment his desire for control and suspicion were superimposed.
Ruan Xingfeng's heart tightened, and he immediately put his arms around his neck, buried his hot face in his neck, and answered in a small, trembling voice: "No...no...it's just...too..." He stopped talking at the right time, as if he was too embarrassed to speak, but his body pressed closer to him.
This performance successfully pleased Liao Feng and temporarily dispelled his doubts. Ruan Xingfeng breathed a long, silent sigh in his heart, and fatigue and nausea swept over him again.
Afterwards, Liao Feng cleaned him up and held him to sleep. Ruan Xingfeng was too tired to lean on his arms and didn't want to move, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep. He woke up the next day and saw the message sent by Ruan Yuexin.
Agreeing so quickly? This surprised Ruan Xingfeng. How could someone as playful as Song Xuexi be willing to tie herself down to marriage?
Liao Feng was confused when he heard that Song Xuexi was going to get married. Why would she get married when she didn't have a partner? But when he learned that she was getting married to her ex, he was even more speechless. The two of them had been dating for less than two months, and now they were going to get married in a flash?
It was outrageous, but he would still support her after all, she was his sister. A few days later, Ruan Yuexin returned to China, and the two prepared to get a marriage certificate. Her parents, Ruan Xingfeng, had already done ideological work and they happily got the household registration book.
"Is this correct?" Liao Feng asked Song Xuexi when he handed her the household registration book. She was speechless after hearing what Liao Feng said. She rolled her eyes at him and left with the household registration book.
"Your sister is married to my sister, how strange," Liao Feng turned to look at Ruan Xingfeng. He did not answer but just smiled. Liao Feng felt more and more uneasy. It seemed that his Xiaolu didn't like him a little bit. It was very strange since Ruan Xingfeng was kidnapped last time.
Liao Feng could sense Ruan Xingfeng's change in attitude, but he pretended not to know. Ruan Xingfeng's eyes used to light up when he looked at him, but now there was only silence, and sometimes he could even see subtle disgust.
He didn't understand what went wrong. Ruan Xingfeng no longer loved him, and he couldn't remember what he had done to make Ruan Xingfeng unhappy.
Ruan Xingfeng felt much better because the plan was completed. He went out for barbecue with a few roommates that night and came back to the villa to see Liao Feng crying.
It wasn't the kind of heart-wrenching cry, but rather a soft sob as he squatted on the sofa with his head buried in his arms. Ruan Xingfeng used to feel distressed for Liao Feng's tear incontinence, but for some reason he didn't feel it anymore. He didn't want to ask why he was crying.
But after all, he was back, and he couldn't just turn a blind eye. He just walked over silently and hugged him. Liao Feng put his arms around his waist and pressed his whole body against him, choking and saying, "Xiaolu, don't you love me anymore? You've been so cold lately." His tone made Ruan Xingfeng's heart tremble, and he remembered how good Liao Feng had been to him before, but then there were the words that man said to him and the video he showed him.
"No, I'm going to be a senior soon, and I'm a little busy." He patted Liao Feng's back and tried his best to appear more convincing so that Liao Feng wouldn't notice anything wrong so quickly.
Although Liao Feng didn't believe it, he didn't continue to question him. He just sat there with his arms around his waist for a long time. He believed that he could make Ruan Xing fall in love with him again. He had done it once and he could do it the second time.
Xu Nuoyan also came on the wedding day. No one knew where he got the news, but he came in a suit. Liao Feng saw that his eyes were slightly dim, and they knew that Xu Nuoyan would come. Although he left here, it doesn't mean that he doesn't care about his friends.
The stage was full of guests, including the three Li brothers and their lovers. Unexpectedly, Kirill also came with Li Mingyuan. It seemed that he had succeeded in pursuing his wife. Liao Feng thought to himself when he saw the two of them sitting together.
Ruan Xingfeng also noticed Liao Feng's eyes. The eyes that seemed insignificant to Liao Feng had different meanings to Ruan Xingfeng, and he felt even more disgusted with Liao Feng.
Song Xuexi was waiting for Ruan Yuexin in a black wedding dress. Soon the door was opened. Ruan Yuexin was wearing a white wedding dress and light makeup. She looked gentle and charming. She took her father's arm and walked towards Song Xuexi step by step.
At this moment, Song Xuexi suddenly thought of her parents. If they were there, the scene would be different. Thinking of this, her eyes became moist. Ruan Yuexin felt distressed when she saw her crying and wanted to run over to wipe her tears.
MC: "Ms. Song Xuexi, are you willing to marry Ms. Ruan Yuexin?" Before he finished speaking, Song Xuexi lifted Ruan Yuexin's chin and kissed her. The MC was speechless. This was his third time as a MC. The first time was for Wu Yihan and Li Mingyu, and the second time was for Shao Xiuqi and Li Mingxiao. It was always like this. Before he finished speaking, the newlyweds kissed.
The wedding banquet was in progress, with gorgeous clothes, fine wine, and clinking glasses. Song Xuexi changed into a perfectly tailored white suit. She was less stunning than when she wore a wedding dress, but had more of the sharpness and calmness of a patriarch.
Ruan Yuexin changed into a matching champagne-colored dress and stood gently beside her. The two of them toasted the important guests together.
Just as the lively conversation with the mayor and others came to an end, a small but extremely effective commotion suddenly broke out at the entrance of the banquet hall.
The originally noisy music seemed to have subconsciously turned down the volume, and the crowd's eyes were drawn towards the gate as if attracted by a magnet.
An invisible, heavy pressure slowly spread.
It wasn't a deliberate release, but rather the natural aura of someone long in a position of power. The conversation involuntarily sank to a low pitch, and some of the herbivorous guests even felt a palpitation, subconsciously straightening their backs or holding their breath.
The first to come in were four entourage members wearing dark uniforms, with stern expressions and hawk-like gazes.
They quickly and silently dispersed, occupying several key strategic positions in the hall, their eyes scanning the entire room, assessing every detail.
Their very presence announces that someone important has arrived.
Afterwards, all the military and political officials present, including the mayor who had just been joking with Song Xuexi, all became serious, straightened their clothes, and became respectful.
Then, a figure walked into the banquet hall slowly and unhurriedly.
Head of the Empire.
He looked to be in his fifties, with slightly frosted temples, a resolute face, and lines as if they were carved by a knife or an axe.
He was not wearing a fancy dress, but a dark Mao suit made of extremely fine material, with the buttons buttoned up meticulously to the top.
His steps were steady, as if each one had been measured, with a calmness that seemed to indicate that he was in control of the overall situation.
His eyes were not sharp or intimidating, but rather a deep and calm look that came from having experienced many storms.
But when his eyes swept over, it seemed as if he could penetrate all hypocrisy and get to the essence. No one dared to look at him for more than a second.
He walked straight towards today's protagonist - Song Xuexi.
Wherever he passed, the crowds automatically made way for him like Moses parting the sea, and nodded slightly in greeting.
The entire hall fell into a strange silence. Only the melodious background music was still flowing softly, which further highlighted the heaviness of the silence.
When Song Xuexi saw the person coming, the cynical smile on her face disappeared, replaced by a complicated respect.
She gently patted the back of Ruan Yuexin's hand and took a few steps forward.
"Chief." Song Xuexi bowed slightly, with an attitude that was neither humble nor arrogant, but very polite.
The commander stopped and looked at Song Xuexi. A faint emotion, akin to nostalgia and emotion, seemed to flash across his deep eyes. He reached out and patted Song Xuexi's shoulder heavily.
"Xuexi." His voice was deep and powerful, with a unique magnetism that reached everyone around him without raising the pitch. "You've grown up. Your father and mother would be so proud if they could see you today."
He didn't say "congratulations," but instead mentioned her deceased parents. The weight of these words far exceeded any blessing, which directly indicated that he came today not only to give face to the Tiger Clan leader, but also to look after the deceased's descendants for the sake of the sacrificed heroes.
At this moment, everyone once again clearly realized that standing behind Song Xuexi was not only the huge tiger tribe, but also the remembrance and protection of her family by the highest authority in the empire.
The chief then turned his gaze to Ruan Yuexin beside Song Xuexi. The majesty in his eyes faded slightly, with a hint of scrutiny, but without any malice. "Is this your bride? Very good."
Ruan Yuexin was so nervous that her palms were sweating, but under the commander's gaze, she still tried to maintain her composure and saluted gracefully: "Hello, Commander."
The chief nodded slightly, a greeting. He didn't linger for long, exchanging a few brief, low words with Song Xuexi before leaving the banquet hall, escorted by his entourage, as he had arrived, amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd.
His arrival and departure were like a brief storm passing through.
It was not until his figure completely disappeared that the invisible pressure in the banquet hall was suddenly lifted.
The music became bright again, and the conversation began again, even more lively than before, full of exclamations and discussions.
"Brother, why do you run away every time you see the leader uncle?" Liao Feng came out from the dark after the leader left. Song Xuexi didn't understand his behavior and asked curiously.
"He beat me when I was a child," he said lightly, but he was not thinking about that incident. In his heart, he said: "I was imprisoned because of the reward from this leader."
But he had no intention of telling anyone the second reason. It was meaningless. When the time came, he would take revenge himself. He had not forgotten those things, but he just didn't want to bring them up again.
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