The night before, Wu Sicheng was celebrated by his friends until the early hours of the morning. After drinking, they played cards in his room until two or three in the morning.
They would fall asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow, sprawling haphazardly on the heated brick bed or the couch, but he just couldn't fall asleep.
Looking at his group of unscrupulous friends, he remembered how they had claimed just the day before that they were there to keep him company so he wouldn't be nervous. They were just looking for a legitimate way to escape their wives' control and have some fun!
He thought about how he would soon be marrying the woman he had longed for for over a decade, and how someone would be in charge of him. His heart was filled with excitement, and he couldn't sleep at all.
No, I need to talk to someone, otherwise it will be several more hours before I can see her. The time will be too long and the days will be too hard to bear.
So he decisively woke up his friends, saying, "If you don't get up, I'll beat you until you do."
So, early in the morning, his friends reluctantly accompanied him out, and to make matters worse, he cleverly avoided hitting his face, neck, and hands, instead slapping his body and legs. They had no way to complain.
"Wu Sicheng, you're not human! You're an animal! You have no humanity when it comes to women!" This was a wedding procession that couldn't beat him, but had to force a smile, and in fact, their faces were incredibly stiff as they went out to accompany the bride.
The groom's elders included Wu Sicheng's uncle, Wu Wendao, who was also An Moxue's mentor, and Aunt Qing, Wu's mother Ji Yu's best friend.
Before setting off, all the elders knew about Wu Sicheng's series of outrageous actions, and they all secretly chuckled to themselves.
From the start of his wedding preparations to the moment he left the house, he was in a daze. He did whatever the master of ceremonies told him to do, like a puppet on a string. He was often ridiculed by his friends, but he still couldn't stop smiling. His friends all thought he looked like a landlord's stupid son and couldn't bear to look at him.
It wasn't until he arrived at An Moxue's bedroom that he felt a sense of reality; he was about to marry his bride.
Inside the door, Ai Dang and Guo Zhijia blocked the entrance, making various demands of the groom.
Ai Dang asked, "Comrade Wu, who will cook after we get married?"
Wu Sicheng replied, "Me."
Guo Zhijia asked, "Who will clean the house?"
Wu Sicheng replied again, "Me."
The party member asked, "Who is in charge of the money?"
Wu Sicheng replied simply: "Mo Xue".
The two men exchanged a glance, and Guo Zhijia asked, "Who will pour the foot-washing water?"
Wu Sicheng replied without hesitation, "Me."
Ai Dang chuckled mischievously, "Who's going to warm the bed?"
Without hesitation, Wu Sicheng replied, "Me."
The entire audience burst into laughter.
An Moxue, who was inside the house, couldn't help but laugh as well.
Chu Dongmei stayed by An Moxue's side and asked softly, "Moxue, is he a little too happy for his age?"
An Moxue suppressed a laugh and said, "I guess so."
Chu Dongmei said, "That's enough of a fuss, but don't go too far."
An Moxue said, "It's alright, as long as you're happy."
Chu Dongmei ignored her and said to Ai Dang and Guo Zhijia, "Alright! You two, watch the time."
The tacit understanding between the two friends was no joke. As soon as Chu Dongmei said that, Ai Dang and Guo Zhijia knew what she meant. They looked at each other and Ai Dang spoke up: "Comrade Wu, if you want to marry our Mo Xue, you have to get on the good side of her childhood friends, right?"
He Yang, who was next to Wu Sicheng, took out three bulging red envelopes and stuffed them through the crack in the door, pleading, "Ladies, please use your precious hands to open the door!"
Ai Dang opened the red envelope, which contained ten brand-new ten-yuan bills. This was what An Moxue and Wu Sicheng had agreed upon: each of her five friends would receive a one-hundred-yuan red envelope. Today, each of them would receive at least two or three red envelopes on average, which was the most reasonable way to help them out and the least likely to be rejected by their friends.
The two people looked at the red envelopes, their eyes shining with excitement—how generous! Open the door!
The two of them readily opened the door.
He Yang had expected to bring out a few more red envelopes, but when the door opened, they stepped inside and were shocked by the furnishings in the living room. The room was filled with three-dimensional carved rosewood furniture, all of which were matching sets.
At this moment, Wu Sicheng's mind and eyes were filled with An Moxue, and he went straight to the bedroom.
Chu Dongmei had already left the bedroom and gone to the living room when Ai Dang opened the door.
Inside the living room, the two groups exchanged pleasantries. Wu Sicheng stood at the door, staring blankly at An Moxue in her red wedding dress, speechless.
He felt as if he had traveled through time and returned to the ancient and elegant dynasty. He was a noble young master of some family, and Mo Xue was a pampered young lady of some family. It was all so unreal. Lou Xijing, who appeared beside him, reminded him: "Acheng, go pick up your bride! What? Are you stunned? Hurry up!" In the end, she even gave him a push.
Wu Sicheng was still lost in his own imagination when he was suddenly pushed. He stumbled and ran a few steps before regaining his balance. He straightened his coat, his mind filled with thoughts of An Moxue, and walked to the bedside. He took out a diamond ring from his pocket, knelt on one knee, and said to An Moxue sincerely, "Moxue, I have come to marry you as promised. Will you marry me?"
An Moxue smiled and nodded, extending her hand. Wu Sicheng, his hands trembling slightly, held An Moxue's hand and managed to put the ring on her finger after several attempts.
An Moxue looked at the ring on her hand with a happy expression and asked, "Is it pretty?"
Wu Sicheng stared blankly at her face and said, "Beautiful, you're the most beautiful!"
Seeing his expression, An Moxue asked again, "Did I say the ring is pretty?"
At this moment, Wu Sicheng looked down at An Moxue's hand and said, "It looks even better on your hand, and it matches your hand perfectly." This made An Moxue beam with joy.
At this moment, the master of ceremonies entered and said, "The auspicious time has arrived; let's go out."
Wen Tao was wearing a brand new military uniform today. Hearing the emcee's words, he went inside the room.
At this moment, Wu Sicheng helped An Moxue put on her shoes. Aunt Ma brought over a big, red apple, muttering, "Go out safely and marry a good husband to live out your life." After saying this, she stuffed the apple into An Moxue's hand and said, "You can put it down when you get to the new house. Remember that." Then she covered her head with a red veil.
An Moxue held an apple and leaned on Wentao's back. Wentao carried her and said with some emotion, "Moxue, you must be happy!"
Wu Sicheng, listening from the side, felt a pang of jealousy. A sly glint flashed in Wen Tao's eyes. An Moxue whispered in his ear, "Brother Wen Tao, you're so naughty!"
Wen Tao grunted, picked up An Moxue, and went out the door, but his steps were steady and slow.
The bride and groom went out, followed by their relatives carrying gifts, and got into the wedding car.
At this point, the relatives, friends, and neighbors who had come to watch the commotion finally saw the long convoy of jeeps, all with military license plates, and the dowry being loaded onto truck after truck. Until then, An Moxue still didn't know what Old Ma and Aunt Ma had prepared, but the dowry was still being loaded onto the trucks for quite some time.
Wu Sicheng's friends who came to fetch the bride were all surprised. Could it be that Ah Cheng is marrying a golden baby?
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