Chapter 49 Happy Wedding, Mr. Zhuang
After realizing what she had said, Qu He wished she could bite her tongue off.
Zhuang Bieyan raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I've prepared a room for you, but if you want to sleep here..."
He paused, his gaze sweeping suggestively over the bed beneath them. "...Welcome."
Qu He:..........
What did she just say?!
It sounds like she can't wait any longer.
No, what I mean is...
The more I try to explain, the less clear it becomes.
Zhuang Bieyan couldn't bear to tease her, so he patted her hand and said in a reassuring voice, "The room is next door. If you really can't sleep in the middle of the night, you are welcome to come and find me anytime."
Qu He was completely flustered. She hurriedly got up, grabbed her phone, and rushed towards the door, her steps hurried and frantic.
"The first one on the left." His voice sounded from behind, tinged with amusement.
"Okay, okay. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
The moment the door closed, Zhuang Bieyan chuckled softly.
His fingers gently caressed the spot where she had just touched him, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.
The moonlight outside the window was just right, casting a hazy glow on the balcony.
He glanced down at the date highlighted in red on his phone screen.
Suitable for marriage.
Tomorrow is indeed a good day....
......
On the way to the Civil Affairs Bureau, in the back seat of the car.
Qu He looked at the ever-changing street scene outside the car window, unconsciously twisting her skirt.
She didn't sleep well last night; her mind was filled with thoughts of getting their marriage certificate today, and she felt groggy.
"Are you nervous?" Zhuang Bieyan suddenly asked.
Qu He blushed slightly after being caught red-handed, and nodded honestly, "A little."
"Me too."
Zhuang Bieyan gently placed his hand on the back of her hand, as if it were a silent comfort.
"This is my first time doing something like this, I have no experience."
He chuckled, his words carrying a hint of frankness.
Qu He was amused by his words, and the tension she had felt all night dissipated.
I don't know what day it is today, but there are quite a lot of people at the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Didn't everyone agree online that they wouldn't get married? How come there are still so many people like that?
It's unclear what method Zhuang Bieyan used, but they didn't have to wait in line; upon arrival, they were directly led to the office by staff.
After filling out the form, Zhuang Bieyan naturally took her hand and led her inside.
When taking the photos, Qu He was completely dazed and so stiff that her shoulders were tense.
Beside her, Zhuang Bieyan quietly beckoned her finger, "Mrs. Zhuang, smile."
He didn't lower his voice deliberately; the words "Mrs. Zhuang" came out of his mouth with exceptional clarity.
Qu He's heart skipped a beat. She raised her eyes slightly and caught a glimpse of the smile in his eyes.
She was also unconsciously moved to a slight smile.
"Okay, look here, three, two, one!"
Just as the photographer pressed the shutter, Zhuang Bieyan suddenly turned his body slightly and touched her temple with his head.
It was very light, yet it made Qu He's cheeks heat up and her heart pound like a drum.
Even when she received the marriage certificate, Qu He still felt like it was a dream.
It turns out getting a marriage certificate is so simple.
She had fantasized countless times about getting married to Qian Zhaoye, but in the end, it was Zhuang Bieyan who got married to her. This was the most unattainable man in Beicheng, the man that countless wealthy socialites wanted to marry.
Qu He gently touched the marriage certificate; its dazzling red was breathtaking.
Opening the marriage certificate, the photo was the one of Zhuang Bieyan leaning slightly against her.
She was wearing a beige modern Chinese-style cheongsam, with a teardrop-shaped cutout peeking out from the collar of the cheongsam, and the light gold patterns on the cheongsam shimmering in the sunlight.
Zhuang Bieyan wasn't wearing his usual suit today. Instead, he was wearing a black suit with a modern Chinese style, a dark gold brooch on the collar, and the same pattern as hers embroidered on the front.
Qu He hadn't noticed before, but now that she saw the photo, she realized that it was clearly a matching couple's outfit.
I remember the look on Zhuang Liuyue's face when she brought me this outfit this morning...
Could it be that all of this was prepared by Zhuang Bieyan?
The Civil Affairs Bureau was bustling with people, and several young couples dressed in white gauze took sweet photos together on the lawn.
The sound of the shutter was filled with excitement.
Qu He looked at the lively scene and suddenly felt her finger being gently hooked.
Zhuang Bieyan stepped down a step and stood in front of her, their eyes almost level.
She noticed that he suddenly had a small red velvet box in his hand.
"This is..." Qu He had already guessed what was inside, but she still couldn't help but widen her eyes.
Zhuang Bieyan opened the box with one hand, revealing a ring inside.
The ring setting is crown-shaped, with thirteen diamonds arranged in a row at the bottom and fourteen diamonds in a row at the top, with a ruby set in the very center.
Qu He's pupils contracted slightly.
She recognized the ring; it was the Mosephin brand's prized possession, the legendary one-of-a-kind "Red Crown."
The ruby in the center of the ring is said to have been passed down from the British royal family, and after a century, it is the only one of its kind in the world.
She knew this because it was bought by a mysterious buyer for an astronomical price five years ago and has never been seen since, becoming a legend in the world of collecting.
At the time, Qian Zhaoye had just proposed to her. She happened to see the news and, looking at that breathtaking red, remarked, "How cherished must the person who can wear it be?"
But now, this ring has appeared before her.
It turns out that the person who bought this ring five years ago was Zhuang Bieyan.
"This...this..." Qu He's voice trembled slightly.
"I originally planned to give it to them at the wedding."
Zhuang Bieyan slowly took her left hand in his, his fingertips gently caressing her ring finger.
"But I think you should carry it with you starting today."
The cold metal pressed against her skin, and the moment her ring finger was encircled, Qu He's heart skipped a beat.
Surprisingly, the ring was the perfect size, as if it had been specially adjusted to fit her perfectly, like it was custom-made for her.
Just as Qu He was about to say something, she saw the driver walk over with a large bouquet of pink lychee roses. "President Zhuang, the flowers have arrived."
Water droplets still clung to the delicate pink petals, glistening in the sunlight.
Zhuang Bieyan took the flowers and handed them to her, his voice filled with laughter, "Happy marriage, Mrs. Zhuang."
Qu He held the heavy bouquet of flowers, the fragrance of roses filling her nostrils, and for a moment she was choked with emotion.
Unexpectedly, he was all prepared in just one night.
It was supposed to be a hasty marriage registration, and she had no expectations at all. She was even prepared to go back to her own home after getting the certificate, but he gave her the greatest sense of ceremony.
The carefully prepared matching outfits, the perfectly fitting treasured rings, the favorite pink lychees—all the unspoken expectations appeared before her.
She looked up at him and said, "Happy marriage, Mr. Zhuang."
Zhuang Bieyan smiled and put his arm around her shoulder. "Now, it's time to take pictures."
As he spoke, he took out his phone and held it up high.
In the video, she is holding pink lychees, and the ring on her ring finger is sparkling.
Zhuang Bieyan suddenly lowered his head, his thin lips brushing against her earlobe intentionally or unintentionally, with a hint of tickling. "Smile, Mrs. Zhuang."
Time seemed to overlap with that moment just now.
Qu He subconsciously curled the corners of her mouth, and the shutter clicked in response.
My phone vibrated; it was a photo sent by Zhuang Bieyan.
Qu He clicked on the large image. In the photo, she was holding roses, and the smile on her lips was unfamiliar even to herself.
She hadn't laughed like that in many years.
After being betrayed by Qian Zhaoye, she even thought that life would probably just stay like this, but then Zhuang Bieyan walked into her life and injected a glimmer of life back into her stagnant existence.
"Do you like it?" Zhuang Bieyan leaned closer, his voice low. "I think it's a good shot."
As he spoke, he grabbed her wrist and pulled it upwards, pressing his palm against her hand.
The fragrance of flowers wafted in the wind, lingering between the two.
Qu He felt the warmth of his palm, then looked down at the ring.
"Farewell Banquet for the Zhuang Family".
"Um?"
"Thank you."
Zhuang Bieyan raised an eyebrow. "What are you thanking me for?"
Qu He looked at the smile on her lips in the photo and said, "I once thought that life would just stay the same. Thank you for making me feel that the future might not be so bad."
Zhuang Bieyan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He took her hand in his own and said gently, "This is just the beginning. It will get even better in the future."
He gripped her hand tighter and said firmly, "With me by your side, everything will be alright."
Qu He's heart skipped a beat, and for some reason, his words gave her a faint sense of anticipation for that 'future'.
"Do you trust me, Mrs. Zhuang?"
Qu He looked into his eyes, which were so close to hers, deep and earnest.
So this is what it feels like to be firmly placed in someone's future.
A breeze rustled through the treetops, carrying the warmth of midsummer, and Qu He nodded gently.
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