Chapter 187 I know your love is enduring
Under a clear blue sky and sea, white gauze curtains on the lawn sway in the wind, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers.
The moment the ethereal chanting echoed above the venue, all whispers ceased, and everyone turned to look at the off-white curtain adorned with strings of pearls.
I've seen the world,
I have seen all the splendor of the world.
Done it all, had my cake now.
Having weathered many storms, we now enjoy the sweet fruits of our labor.
Diamonds, brilliant, and Bel-Air now,
Today, they possess diamond jewelry, enjoy a prestigious reputation, and own luxurious mansions.
...
As the words "Will you still love me" played from the speakers, the white curtains were slowly drawn back.
Wen Jiu stood there, dressed in a trailing white gown.
Just seeing her like this made Zhou Yanchuan's eyes redden.
He was about to walk towards her almost immediately.
The layers of the wedding dress spread out a long stretch of silver light across the lawn as Wen Jiu walked forward, with the hand-stitched rhinestones on the dress sparkling in the sunlight.
A gust of wind blew by, lifting a corner of her veil, revealing her beautiful, gentle eyes and her wet eyelashes.
Wen Jiu gazed at the person waiting for her under the flower pavilion, unable to get enough of looking at him.
She walked towards him step by step, just as he had walked towards her step by step over the years.
From age six to sixteen, and now to twenty-six, twenty years have passed, and a bond between them has been formed that cannot be broken no matter how hard one tries.
Just as he said when he was seventeen, Wen Jiu could only have Zhou Yanchuan by her side.
He truly stayed with her year after year.
The moment Master handed Wen Jiu's hand to Zhou Yanchuan, the music played the line, "I know that you will, I know your love will last forever."
They placed their palms together, and scalding tears fell onto them.
From the moment Wen Jiu appeared, tears started streaming down Li Yue's face.
On one hand, I was afraid of crying and ruining my makeup, but on the other hand, I really couldn't help it.
They almost dared not look her in the eye.
The moment our eyes meet, tears start to fall.
Chen Yu couldn't help but tear up as well.
He thought he would be the first to drink at their wedding, but after so many years, he almost missed it at one point.
Zhou Yanchuan pulled her into his arms and gently patted her waist with his palm: "Okay, don't cry anymore."
Wen Jiu gave a soft "hmm".
The two walked onto the stage together. There were no vows of eternal love or sweet words. Instead, Zhou Yanchuan personally lifted the veil covering Wen Jiu's face and introduced her name and identity to everyone.
At the same time, thousands of colorful plumes of smoke shot straight into the sky behind them.
At that moment, Zhou Yanchuan leaned down and kissed those pink lips.
Wen Jiu was stunned for a moment, then gently closed her eyes.
Cheers rose and fell like waves.
The media below practically broke the shutter button from pressing it so many times.
After the wedding, the photo of the two kissing stayed online for a long time. Later, unsuspecting people would take it to wedding companies and ask if they could have the same effect as them, and they wanted the same clothes.
The wedding company stated: "This one dress could buy our entire company, as well as this venue. Mr. Ren bought it directly for his and his wife's wedding."
Zhou Yanchuan's love for Wen Jiu is immediately apparent, but once you get to know him better, you realize that what you sensed at first glance is still too little.
On the day of the wedding, Chen Yu and his friends teased Zhou Yanchuan for a long time, drinking one glass of wine after another.
They didn't just make Zhou Yanchuan drink; they drank too.
He Shixu looked at the person who had changed into a formal dress, got up from his chair, and walked towards her.
Wen Jiu was talking to Li Yue and the others when she saw the man coming over. She smiled and called out, "Senior."
He Shixu smiled gently and handed her the box he was holding.
Wen Jiu hesitated.
He only reached out to take it when he said, "It's a wedding gift."
"Thank you, senior."
He Shixu didn't respond with a thank you, but simply said to her, "Happy wedding, Wenwen."
*
As dusk settled over the island, the final melody of the wedding music faded away. The orange-yellow sunset dyed the sky like a warm, velvety satin, and a few birds flew in, carrying shimmering golden rays.
Wen Jiu sat in the chair, gazing tenderly at the people navigating the noisy drinking party. Her eyes were slightly red as she clinked glasses, and she smiled casually at everyone.
After the ceremony, Zhou Yanchuan took off his coat, revealing a neatly tailored white shirt with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and sleeves rolled up to his forearms.
She could clearly see the muscle definition in his arms, and the relaxed ease with which he raised his glass, as if the lively atmosphere of the room was nothing more than an accompaniment to the sip of wine from his lips.
He appeared to be indulging in pleasures and not caring about anyone, but when he looked up at her, his eyes were full of spring-like warmth, as if those gentle brows and eyes were only for her.
She was like a butterfly caught in his spell, falling headlong into his unbridled vibrancy, finding even the fleeting cynicism in his eyes exceptionally captivating.
"Are you tired?" Zhou Yanchuan approached and leaned down to ask.
Wen Jiu shook her head and smiled gently: "Not tired."
*
That evening, Zhou Yanchuan returned to his room already somewhat drunk.
However, like Wen Jiu, he would remain quiet when drunk, and others wouldn't be able to tell.
When Wen Jiu came out of the shower, she saw Zhou Yanchuan sitting on the sofa, muttering to himself, seemingly talking to someone.
She walked over and found him talking to his reflection in the glass.
Wen Jiu burst out laughing.
What are you doing?
Upon hearing her voice, Zhou Yanchuan turned his head back, as if in response. He looked at her for two seconds and then raised his hand.
Wen Jiu walked over and let him pull her into his arms.
He buried his head in her shoulder: "Did you take a shower?"
“Yes,” she said, raising her hand to touch him, “Are you dizzy?”
"A little."
"I'll go and bring you some hangover soup."
She tried to get up, but someone held her waist and she couldn't move.
Zhou Yanchuan's voice was low: "No need, I'll just lean on you for a while."
She didn't move anymore, but just let herself be held in that position.
However, Zhou Yanchuan couldn't resist kissing her after only a short time of holding her.
At first, it was her neck, then little by little upwards, he kissed her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and her forehead tenderly.
He would also take her hand and gently kiss the back of it.
Wen Jiu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her body went limp in no time.
His hand slowly reached down, and through the fabric, he whispered, "Little Jiu, do you want it?"
Wen Jiu was so aroused by his touch that she didn't even ask if she wanted to or not. She opened her eyes and looked at him with her watery eyes.
Zhou Yanchuan got up and placed her on the sofa. He then picked up a wet wipe from the side, slowly wiped his fingers, and then lifted her onto his lap again.
He was very patient and gentle, and kissed her lips as she trembled.
Even though he was already very eager that day, he kept holding her and kissing her.
The air was thick with desire, enough to make anyone blush. He hadn't found relief, so he held her and slowly caressed her on the sofa.
Wen Jiu couldn't stand his teasing; her eyes were red, her skin was pink, and sweat beaded on her nose. "Zhou Yanchuan."
He rubbed his fingertips together playfully: "What's wrong?"
Her desire was caught in a rut, and tears welled up in Wen Jiu's eyes as she pushed him away, saying, "No."
"What do you not want?"
"hand."
Zhou Yanchuan kissed her lips: "Then call my name."
She shouted more than once, until her voice was hoarse, and the commotion on the sofa didn't stop.
Afterwards, Zhou Yanchuan carried her back to the bedroom. When they got up, Wen Jiu didn't even dare to look at the water stains on the dark sofa.
That night, the noise in the room never stopped.
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