Chapter 105 Extra 2
On the night of Fu Yanle's 22nd birthday, Yu Jingchen proposed marriage.
After the birthday party that day, Fu Yanle slept in the bedroom for an hour. When he got up, he had nothing to do, so he took out all sorts of fancy equipment he had bought before and sat on the cushions by the coffee table to study the drinks.
Yu Jingchen sat down behind him, taking up half of the cushion.
“I’m going to try this tonight.” Fu Yanle pointed to the picture on the tablet, “Chestnut Matcha Latte!”
Yu Jingchen slipped his hand inside his shirt, touching his flat stomach, and said, "Coffee tonight?"
"It's just a latte. I'm still sleeping soundly!" Fu Yanle happily took out the prepared disposable cup and instructed Yu Jingchen, "Help me peel chestnuts, ten of them."
Yu Jingchen obediently helped peel the chestnuts and put them one by one into the prepared small bowl.
Fu Yanle took out a small bowl and mashed the peeled chestnuts into a paste. "Would you like some?"
“Of course I have to try Lele’s research results.” Yu Jingchen and Fu Yanle put their heads together, watching Fu Yanle spread chestnut puree at the bottom of the cup and then coat the cup with matcha condensed milk. “Lele’s hands are so beautiful.”
Fu Yanle wasn't shy at all, and said with particular smugness, "Am I only pretty in the hands?"
“No, you look good everywhere.” Yu Jingchen stroked the flesh on Fu Yanle’s waist, as if he was considering something.
Fu Yanle poured espresso and fresh milk into his cup, feeling a slight itch from being scratched. He remembered that Yu Jingchen would unconsciously rub his pen or mouse when he was thinking; it was one of Yu Jingchen's little habits.
"What are you thinking about?" Fu Yanle closed the lid. "If there's any problem you can't figure out, you can tell me. This unparalleled wise man can definitely help you!"
Yu Jingchen shook his head and said, "It's not a difficult problem, it's just that I've thought about it for a long time and I still don't know in what situation or with what tone I should say this."
Fu Yanle asked curiously, "What important thing is it that's making you think about it so seriously? And why are you so conflicted? Could it be that..." He lowered his voice and asked threateningly, "Who confessed to you this time?"
Previously, Yu Jingchen was a reclusive eligible bachelor. Everyone would immediately think of him, but no one dared to covet him. After all, Yu Jingchen was by no means known for his chivalry. If anyone dared to confess to him or express their desire for him, Yu Jingchen would deliver a fatal blow with his cold eyes and icy words without anyone else needing to intervene.
However, after the news of Yu Jingchen and Fu Yanle's relationship spread, everyone was initially incredulous, as if they were in a dream. Later, they felt: "The old iron tree has blossomed, and I'm back in business!"
Since Yu Jingchen and Fu Yanle are dating, does that mean Yu Jingchen is no longer that mortal monk who doesn't understand love? Since he understands love, then I also have a chance to kick Fu Yanle out and enter his heart—that's the psychological fulcrum of those idiots.
Therefore, not long ago, at a small banquet after Old Master Yu's birthday celebration, someone actually dared to block Yu Jingchen at the restroom door and boldly confessed his feelings. To make matters worse, Fu Yanle was in the restroom at the time. He and Yu Jingchen went to the restroom together, but Yu Jingchen came out first. As soon as he stepped out of the stall, he heard a passionate confession.
Although Yu Jingchen rejected the confessor without hesitation, employing a combination of politeness and force—a second, ruthless rejection after the first failed—resulting in the confessor bursting into tears and leaving dejectedly, Fu Yanle still became jealous. This frightened Yu Jingchen so much that the next day he spread the word that anyone who dared to confess to him, affect their relationship, or force him to sleep on the sofa was provoking Zongchen and the Yu family.
Using a confession as a declaration of war was a tactic Fu Yanle had never seen before, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "You're so awesome!" But he was immediately overjoyed by her flattery.
Seeing Fu Yanle's expression instantly shift from anger to joy, Yu Jingchen quickly said, "Nobody!"
"Oh." Fu Yanle turned his head, inserted a straw, and took a sip of his homemade drink. He smacked his lips twice and let out a trembling sigh, "Genius! I really am a fucking genius!"
"Give me a sip." Yu Jingchen opened his mouth, "Ah—"
"Here!" Fu Yanle shoved the straw into his mouth and asked expectantly, "How is it?"
Yu Jingchen tasted it and said, "It's delicious, but I think it could be a little sweeter if you're drinking it normally."
"The ratio of coffee to condensed milk isn't quite perfect." Fu Yanle put down his cup, took out his phone to take a picture, and said, "So, what are you thinking?"
Yu Jingchen said, "I'm thinking—"
Fu Yanle: "Huh?"
Will you marry me?
Fu Yanle's hand trembled, and his phone slammed onto the coffee table with a thud. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have knocked over his drink cup as well.
"Be careful." Yu Jingchen patted his hand. "Did you get hurt?"
Fu Yanle shook her head, tilted her head to the right to meet his gaze, "Why...why did you suddenly bring this up?"
"It was very sudden. Actually, I've been thinking about it for a while, and I finally planned to tell you on your birthday. I also thought about how to tell you for a long time. I thought about proposing to you in front of a rose garden while wearing an elegant dress, or lighting up your favorite rose bushes in mid-air, or taking you to any romantic and elaborate scene... I thought about many things, but I gave up on these plans."
Yu Jingchen and Fu Yanle looked at each other, their voices gentle yet earnest. “This bedroom is a witness to our most romantic and intimate moments. It’s very ordinary, but it has witnessed our transformation from strangers to acquaintances and then to intimacy. I think it’s the most special one.”
“…Yeah, I think so too.” Fu Yanle gripped his phone tighter. “I—”
"Lele." Yu Jingchen's Adam's apple bobbed, and he looked somewhat nervous. "I have something else to say."
Fu Yanle nodded: "Okay!"
“Although I believe I know you very well, and you know me very well too, I still feel anxious and afraid, worried that you might think that proposing to you in your pajamas in the bedroom is too perfunctory.” Yu Jingchen hugged his waist tightly. “I didn’t mean to be perfunctory or not to love you. I just feel that people have given many definitions to proposing, but it’s actually a very serious and ordinary thing. A thousand couples will have a thousand different ideas about proposing, and I… I…”
Yu Jingchen suddenly fell silent under Fu Yanle's gaze.
“I know.” Fu Yanle laughed. “I don’t think you’re just placating me. I do know you. I agree with your definition of this scenario, and I understand why you proposed to me in the most ordinary way.”
Yu Jingchen had already begun to fulfill his responsibilities. When they were dating, Yu Jingchen treated him not only as a boyfriend, but also as family and a place to belong. Yu Jingchen brought out his sincerity in the pre-marital and post-marital stages early on, so their marriage was not a big leap in their relationship, but rather a solemn and sacred badge for this already leaping relationship.
“Besides, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with wearing pajamas. On the contrary, I like your final choice.” Fu Yanle lowered his head. “We’re wearing matching couple pajamas, snuggled up on a soft mat, you’re holding my waist, and our heads are touching. We’re so intimate! We don’t need to have a ceremony to become a real couple. We can enjoy the tacit understanding and intimacy between lovers. Marriage won’t make our love grow old; it will always be pure and free.”
With tears in his eyes, he said, "You are the most sincere and romantic person, Yu Jingchen."
*
On the wedding day, Yu Jingchen got up at six o'clock sharp, dressed and washed up, and went downstairs to the lobby to help Yan Chaoqing with the preparations. Fu Yanle, on the other hand, slept in bed until nine o'clock in the morning before Yu Jingchen carried her into the bathroom to wash up.
When the makeup team arrived at the lounge, Fu Yanle was lying on the sofa, feeling sleepy.
When the makeup team saw Fu Yanle's fair, handsome face, free of any acne or redness, they quickly turned and left, and a hairstylist came in. Upon seeing Fu Yanle's thick, natural, and beautifully flowing curls, and upon closer inspection discovering their glossy black color and the sophisticated cool-toned fragrance, the hairstylist quickly turned and left, and a stylist came in.
Stylist Yu walked in, lifted Fu Yanle up, pressed him against the back of the sofa, and then personally helped him change into a white suit and trousers, saying, "Sit down."
Fu Yanle immediately sat down on his bottom.
Yu Jingchen knelt on one knee, lifted Fu Yanle's feet, and helped him put on his socks and shoes, acting like the perfect, devoted boyfriend. Fu Yanle yawned and smiled gently, "You spoil me too much!"
"Haven't I put socks and shoes on you countless times?" Yu Jingchen looked up and said, "Aren't you just a baby who needs to be taken care of?"
Fu Yanle said with an air of superiority, "I'm a father who needs to be waited on!"
Yu Jingchen squeezed his ankle, stood up, took out a small box, and took out a set of rose brooches. He smiled and said gently, "Lele, let's put this on."
“Okay.” Fu Yanle stood up, and he and Yu Jingchen picked up the brooch and carefully pinned it to each other’s chests.
"Both roses fell on my heart." Fu Yanle was silent for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice, "That's wonderful."
Yu Jingchen kissed his forehead. "Lele, don't cry."
"I didn't cry, I'm just very happy." Fu Yanle sniffed. "I call this crying tears of joy, you're so uncultured!"
Yu Jingchen laughed as he accepted the impolite remark, pulling Fu Yanle into his arms and holding her tightly. "I'm here. Lele will always be happy."
"I believe you." Fu Yanle buried his breath in his chest and whispered, "I will always believe you, I will always believe you."
Warm sunlight streamed in through the window, and the red in Fu Yanle's eyes became as clear and bright as the sky.
A cobblestone path covered with a red-patterned carpet is flanked by clusters of roses of various colors, with four dark gold sculptures standing on either side of the first and last flower arches. In the distance, the clear water of the musical fountain glistens, and Fu Yanle's personally recorded rendition of "La Vie en Rose" is tender and lingering. Champagne-colored tables are set on the lawns extending to the left and right, laden with a variety of desserts and drinks.
When the sunlight shines down, it seems as if there is a golden-white halo in the air.
After ten rounds of fierce chess battle, Old Master Lu valiantly won the right to speak on the wedding day. At this moment, dressed in a traditional Chinese suit, he stood on the first step, his voice booming:
"Everyone!"
The guests below immediately applauded: Clap clap clap!
Old Master Lu forcibly suppressed the smirk that was about to reach his temples and said loudly, "Welcome everyone to this joyous occasion for the Lu and Yu families!"
Guests: Clap clap clap!
"Yanle is a child I've watched grow up. He is humble, polite, gentle, and loving, possessing the most admirable virtues in the world! As a quiet, shy, and introverted child since childhood, Yanle has always treated others with courtesy, kindness, and compassion! It is precisely because of his excellence and goodness that he was able to meet the person he is most worthy of spending his life with at the most beautiful age! The two children are truly a perfect match, flawless in heaven and earth. Their marriage is a blessing from heaven, an encouragement from earth, and a perfect interpretation of love!"
The guests cheered even louder: "Clap clap clap!"
Fu Yanle and Yu Jingchen stood not far away, nodding slightly with a dignified and humble air to the guests all around them.
"Now!" Old Master Lu waved his hand, "Let's invite the two newlyweds—to enter!"
Fu Yanle's singing voice instantly amplified three times, serving as the background music for the entrance. Yan Zhihuai, dressed in a white suit with a circle of small roses around his waist and a basket of red roses on each arm, walked solemnly down the red carpet, scattering flowers as he went, exuding the composure and calmness of an adult.
Fu Yanle and Yu Jingchen walked three meters behind him.
"Why... is this so funny?" An Shigou scratched his head. "Is it just my imagination?"
Tang Wanbai shook her head, "No, this is the entrance style that Yanle wholeheartedly recommended—roses represent rich romance, children represent pure and innocent blessings, and children scattering flowers represents the most sincere gratitude to heaven and earth!"
"Wow!" An Shigou scratched his head. "What profound knowledge! His thinking seems to make a lot of sense."
The two walked to the front, and Old Master Lu called out, "Fu Yanle—"
Fu Yanle raised his straight palm and waved to the guests in a natural, unhurried manner while keeping his body still.
"Yu Jingchen—"
Yu Jingchen was clearly much more reserved than Fu Yanle. He simply nodded slightly, his face showing a mixture of pride, happiness, nervousness, and a sense of "I'm so happy."
Old Master Lu opened the oath, cleared his throat, and read: "Two families unite in marriage, a covenant is made in this hall, a blessed union is forever bound, a perfect match is made. With this vow of growing old together, it is recorded in the register of mandarin ducks. This is the proof."
Fu Yanle and Yu Jingchen said with pride, "We are willing."
"Yu Jingchen, are you willing to become Fu Yanle's partner, to love and respect him, to share joys and sorrows with him, to accompany and care for him faithfully, and to be loyal to him without reservation?"
Yu Jingchen said earnestly, "I am willing."
"Fu Yanle, are you willing to become Yu Jingchen's partner, to love him, protect him, go through thick and thin with him, advance and retreat together, accompany him and take care of him responsibly, and be loyal to him without ever wavering?"
Fu Yanle said earnestly, "I'm willing."
Grandpa Lu continued reading and saw a long passage of English vows, a written oath, and even a section of foreign language he had never seen before written in broken English. He took a deep breath and said decisively, "Congratulations on your marriage! A perfect match, a joyous occasion, may you weather any storms together and be forever united!"
A thunderous applause erupted, and An Shigou led the shouting: "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"
Yan Zhihuai opened the rose basket, "BoBo!"
Lu Minghe shouted hoarsely, "Son, shut him up!!!"
Du Jiuwei was furious: "What are you talking about? We haven't exchanged rings yet!"
The entire room fell silent instantly.
"..." Fu Yanle almost let out a "pfft".
At this moment, Yu Jingchen pulled Fu Yanle around, and their eyes met. He opened the ring box, revealing two red jade rings in the sunlight. These were Hetian red jades they had chosen together, as vibrant as a rooster's comb, delicate and warm to the touch—top-quality material that Yu Jingchen had painstakingly searched for.
Fu Yanle loved roses the most, so Yu Jingchen commissioned a master jade carver, who was also Du Jiuwei's father, to carve two intertwined roses on the inside of the ring. Now, holding the ring box, his usually calm face was no longer undisturbed, and Fu Yanle even noticed that his hands were trembling slightly.
"..." Fu Yanle took the initiative to reach out and pick up the ring, putting it on Yu Jingchen's left ring finger.
Yu Jingchen took a breath, picked up the ring, reached out and held the hand that Fu Yanle offered, and carefully put it on.
Their eyes met, and they remained silent, gazing at each other tenderly.
Lu Minghe shouted, "Kiss—lips!"
The guests were making a ruckus and laughing, creating a lively atmosphere. Fu Yanle's eyes reddened, and he grabbed Yu Jingchen's collar and kissed him fiercely.
Yan Zhihuai stepped forward and tossed a rose between the two of them. Yu Jingchen stepped back slightly, letting the rose brush against their foreheads, slide down their noses, and then brush against their upper lips. He opened his mouth, bit off a petal, and gently placed it on Fu Yanle's lips.
The rose is covered with a brightly colored badge.
The applause was thunderous, and the crowd was bustling.
Yan Zhihuai snapped a photo of the scene with a "click," his childish voice rising high:
"Brother and brother-in-law, hand in hand, whoever breaks the vow will become ugly! May you be forever united in love, a pair of devoted lovers for a hundred years!"
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