Chapter 337 This is the real wedding night
Shuang'er's face flushed bright red instantly.
That blush spread from her cheeks all the way to her ears.
"Sister, what...what are you saying..."
She lowered her head, her voice barely audible, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her clothes.
"He and I...we're not in a hurry."
Meng Shilan couldn't help but laugh when he saw her shy expression.
"Aren't you in a hurry?"
She deliberately drew out her voice and looked at her mischievously.
"If we don't hurry, our hair will turn white."
"Wei Xun followed Zhou Congxian through thick and thin, making great contributions, and is now a proper sixth-rank captain."
“He had already asked Zhou Congxian to tell me that he would do whatever you say and was just waiting for your approval.”
"What are you hesitating about?"
Shuang'er lowered her head even further.
She was certainly not hesitating.
She was just... just waiting.
Waiting for her sister.
She looked up, her eyes slightly red, but her gaze was incredibly clear as she looked at Meng Shilan.
"Sister, I know that you and your fiancé... still owe a real wedding."
“Back then, you suffered such a great injustice, and you didn’t even get a proper ceremony.”
"Now that I've finally returned, I'm being delayed again because of the old lady's matter."
Shuang'er's voice was choked with a hint of heartache.
She sniffed, but a radiant smile bloomed on her face.
"Sister, we climbed out of the mud together."
"We've been through thick and thin together, weathered storms together, so let's get married together!"
Meng Shilan was stunned.
She never imagined...
Shuang'er continued, her voice filled with boundless longing and determination.
"I don't ask for a grand wedding procession or a full house of guests."
"I just need you all to be here."
"Only we, behind closed doors, will hold a small, warm ceremony."
That's enough.
Her words were like a warm current, instantly flowing through Meng Shilan's entire body.
However, as long as things remain unstable at the Duke of England's residence, their marriage cannot be scheduled.
She never imagined that Shuang'er was actually thinking of her.
That silly girl.
She was no longer her maid; she had long regarded her as her own blood-related younger sister.
Wei Xun was Zhou Congxian's sworn brother.
She and Shuang'er were sisters who depended on each other for survival.
What could be more meaningful than a wedding like this?
Meng Shilan finally couldn't hold back her tears, which fell down her cheeks.
She hugged Shuang'er tightly, her voice trembling with emotion.
"good."
"As you wish."
"Let's do it together."
She choked up, but her smile was brighter than ever.
That will be their one and only wedding.
It is the best explanation they can give to themselves and to each other after overcoming all the hardships.
The joy of Meng Xingjiang and He Ran lingered in the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion for a long time.
Taking advantage of the momentum, Meng Shilan agreed to Shuang'er's suggestion.
Let's do it this way.
There was no grand wedding procession, no packed house of guests, and not even any elaborate etiquette.
Yes, only my closest family members.
Three days later, inside the warm pavilion, red candles burned brightly.
The flickering candlelight filled the room with warmth and illuminated the faces of everyone inside.
Meng Shilan and Zhou Congxian, Shuang'er and Wei Xun, stood side by side.
They were not wearing elaborate wedding attire, but rather ordinary clothes with a touch of festive red.
Meng Yushan sat at the head of the table, his face glowing, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were full of smiles.
Meng Xingjiang and He Ran, the newlyweds, stood aside, sincerely congratulating them.
Fu'er and Xiao Pangxi, dressed like two red lanterns, clung to Meng Shilan's skirt from either side, their eyes wide with curiosity.
There was no emcee singing.
There was no grand celebration of ceremonies and music.
Only Meng Yushan's resounding voice rang out, "Bye!"
First bow to Heaven and Earth.
Second bow to the parents.
The husband and wife bow to each other.
The simple three bows felt like a lifetime had passed.
Zhou Congxian held Meng Shilan's hand tightly; his fingertips were burning hot, but his palm trembled slightly.
Fu'er is already seven years old.
Little Fatty is over three years old now.
They missed out on so much.
But even now, as he holds her hand in this small, warm room, witnessed by his family, he performs this simplest bow.
Only then did he realize that he finally, completely, possessed her.
She was Zhou Congxian's only wife in this life.
His eyes welled up slightly as he looked at her, his gaze filled with boundless affection and deep respect.
Meng Shilan also looked back at him, her eyes sparkling with tears.
A thousand words are left unsaid.
Shuang'er, standing to the side, was already sobbing uncontrollably.
Even Wei Xun, a man as strong as an iron tower, had reddened eyes and awkwardly wiped away her tears, his movements clumsy but full of tenderness.
"Alright, alright, it's a joyous occasion, why are you crying?" Wei Xun's voice was choked with emotion.
Meng Yushan clapped his hands and laughed, "All good, all good!"
After nightfall.
Although there were no guests to make a ruckus in the bridal chamber, the warm room was more lively than ever before.
Fu'er clung to Meng Shilan's arm, refusing to let go.
"Mother, you and Father are getting married today, does that mean you won't be separated anymore?"
The little girl looked up, her big, dark eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Meng Shilan's heart instantly softened like spring water.
She bent down, kissed her daughter's forehead, and said softly, "Yes, from now on, our family will never be separated."
“Then I want to sleep with Mommy and Daddy too!” Fu’er immediately announced.
"I want one too!"
Little Fatty, following his older sister's example, also took over the bed as her little follower.
Zhou Congxian had just changed out of his outer robe when he looked at these two "uninvited guests" and was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
He put on a stern face and said to Fu'er in a serious tone, "Fu'er, you've grown up now and can't rely on your parents anymore."
Fu'er wasn't afraid of him at all, and made a face at him.
Zhou Congxian looked at Meng Shilan with a helpless plea in his eyes.
Meng Shilan simply smiled with her eyes crinkled and pulled the two children into her arms.
"Alright, we'll make an exception for today."
Her voice was full of indulgence and pampering.
Zhou Congxian sighed, resigned himself to his fate, and went to bed, leaving the two "little troublemakers," one big and one small, between him.
The candlelight flickered, illuminating the silhouettes of a family of four nestled together.
Perhaps, this is the real wedding night.
There may be no enchanting spring scenery, but there is the most secure and readily available happiness in the world.
Zhou Congxian embraced his wife and children, and slept soundly through the night.
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The next day.
The sky was just beginning to lighten.
The warmth and coziness of the previous night had not yet completely dissipated from the air.
"Young Master! Young Master!"
Something has happened.
"Young Master! Something terrible has happened! The Old Madam... the Old Madam... she's gone!"
A servant from the Duke of England's mansion was crawling and kneeling in the courtyard, his face streaked with tears and gasping for breath.
It was like a thunderclap that exploded in Zhou Congxian's mind.
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