The priest looked through the Bible.
"What's wrong with him? I came here today just to see him make a fool of himself!"
"You little bastard!"
The priest prayed devoutly.
"I'm telling you, don't come any closer, I can hit women!"
"You bastard!"
The priest recited the ceremony vows.
"You bastard, keep cursing me! Keep cursing me!"
"Waaah...waaah..."
The scene in the hall was chaotic for a time, but the priest remained calm and composed throughout.
It wasn't that a group of people isolated him, but rather that he isolated a group of people.
After the priest finished reciting the vows, he closed the Bible.
With a loud "bang," the pages of paper slammed together like a brick.
The sound was like a machine switch being turned on, and the originally noisy auditorium gradually fell silent.
After the priest finished his prayers and vows, the newlyweds were ready to enter.
For a moment, countless eyes were fixed on the door carved with the angel of love. Apart from Li Hanyang and his group who swallowed slightly with trepidation, everyone else had a look of schadenfreude.
The four emcees stepped forward to pull the enormous door, their movements heavy and slow.
Fu Xingyun was outside, watching the door slowly open from a crack.
The other party involved was not present at the wedding, and he certainly knew how embarrassing it was.
He was about to face humiliation, ridicule, mockery and criticism, but knowing what he was about to face, the man's expression did not change at all, and he did not even frown.
He seemed indifferent, but his dark eyes held a turbulent undercurrent.
"Newcomers, please enter!"
The emcee's voice came as the door slowly opened. Fu Xingyun moved and placed his hand on the cold chair wheel.
The next moment, the wheelchair began to move slowly forward.
...
Fu Xingyun: ?
The man noticed something was wrong; his hands were on the wheelchair wheels but he wasn't applying any force, yet the wheelchair started moving on its own.
Soon Fu Xingyun noticed a shadow above him, and heard unfamiliar, heavy breathing.
The man slightly raised his eyes.
The next moment, I saw Lin Qiong, who was exhausted.
Fu Xingyun: ...
Lin Qiong was panting heavily, her body and forehead covered in sweat from the intense running. Fu Xingyun could clearly feel the heat emanating from her, not the smell of sweat, but a faint floral fragrance.
Lin Qiong looked down and met Fu Xingyun's dark and unfathomable gaze. Her body, which had been a little hot, instantly felt cold to the bone.
Fu Xingyun sized him up. He knew what kind of person Lin Qiong was from the very beginning. Her running away from the wedding didn't surprise him. What surprised him was that Lin Qiong came back on her own.
Fu Xingyun's eyes darkened. He couldn't say he was happy, and he didn't even feel any emotional fluctuation about the return of the other protagonist of the wedding. He just couldn't figure out Lin Qiong for a moment.
Lin Qiong was completely distraught under the villain's deathly gaze, as if she had been nailed to the spot.
He saw Fu Xingyun scratch the back of his head and said, "Well, sorry I'm late."
Then he chuckled foolishly twice, "I have no experience with my first wedding, but I'll be better next time."
"..." Fu Xingyun: "Didn't you run away from your wedding?"
The man's words instantly froze Lin Qiong's smile.
My whole body cracked open.
"Nonsense!" Lin Qiong forced herself to remain calm. "How could I possibly run away from our wedding when I love you so much? I won't allow you to slander our love like this."
As she spoke, she stuffed the small wildflower she had been holding into Fu Xingyun's hand, giving a very lame reason.
"I'm going to pick you a bouquet of flowers."
Fu Xingyun looked at the bunch of wildflowers in his hand, then at Lin Qiong.
Lin Qiong suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "What other people have at their weddings, we can have too."
Fu Xingyun: ...
Seeing that the newlyweds had not yet entered, the emcee reminded them again, "Newlyweds, please enter."
Lin Qiong gasped for breath, "Coming!"
The voice was very weak; all the energy had been used on the traditional Chinese music. I don't know if the emcee could hear this. I should have said fewer words earlier.
Lin Qiong puffed out her small chest, and the flower pinned to the pocket of her dress seemed to lift slightly as she proudly pushed Fu Xingyun forward.
One second... two seconds... ten seconds...
I glanced at the wheelchair and the change in distance, which was less than half a meter from where it was before.
"..." Fu Xingyun: "I'll push it myself."
"no!"
Fu Xingyun looked up at him, and Lin Qiong instantly became like a docile little lamb, "On such a joyous day, you just sit and I'll do the work."
The implication was clear: I'll take you.
Fu Xingyun: ...
At first glance, there seems to be nothing wrong with what I've said, but the more I think about it, the more something seems off.
Lin Qiong ran two kilometers in one morning, and his legs were trembling. If Fu Xingyun's wheelchair hadn't been supporting him, Lin Qiong was sure he would have collapsed at Fu Xingyun's feet in the next second.
This won't do!
How embarrassing!
As the newlyweds failed to appear in the hall, the originally quiet atmosphere gradually became noisy.
"Lin Qiongzhen has run away!"
"Does Fu Xingyun feel too ashamed to come out?"
"Fu Xingyun, are you coming in or not? If you have trouble moving around, Grandpa will come and get you out!"
The room erupted in laughter upon hearing this.
Without the barrier of the gate, those outside could hear clearly.
Lin Qiong frowned slightly, then acted faster than she thought, instinctively covering Fu Xingyun's ears.
Don't listen to their nonsense.
The young man's voice came from above, sounding muffled because his ears were covered.
A holy light appeared above Lin Qiong's head, and for a moment she felt like a savior. If Fu Xingyun heard this, wouldn't he turn the tables on them in the future?
The priest tapped the table, and once the gossip inside had subsided, Lin Qiong's legs had recovered somewhat, and she pushed Fu Xingyun toward the auditorium.
"No, I can't bear to watch. If Xingyun comes out alone, just call me and I won't watch anymore." Ji Yao said, covering his eyes in distress.
She couldn't bear to see Fu Xingyun down on his luck, just as she couldn't bear to live with a man.
"Holy crap, what's going on?!"
Who's that at the door?
Exclamations of surprise came one after another from all around. Ji Yao covered his eyes, unable to bear to look, but the sounds around him made him itchy to look.
Then she poked Li Hanyang with her little finger, "Why haven't you called me yet?"
Li Hanyang: "Fu Xingyun didn't come out alone, so how can I call you?"
"?" Ji Yao: "He came out halfway alone?"
Li Hanyang: "..."
Ji Yao suddenly looked up towards the entrance and immediately saw two people moving at a snail's pace on the red carpet of the auditorium.
Fu Xingyun sat calmly in his wheelchair, holding a bunch of colorful flowers that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
The person pushing the wheelchair behind them was none other than Lin Qiong, who had been accused of running away from her wedding.
What's going on?
Didn't Lin Qiong run away?!
This question has been on the minds of countless people, but Lin Qiong's appearance has given them a resounding slap in the face.
The two moved forward very slowly, whether intentionally or not, it was as if they were saying, "Open your eyes wide, we're coming!"
Lin Qiong didn't mean it that way; she just felt weak and couldn't walk fast.
Looking around, one could see the chaos inside the auditorium; it seemed as if a world-shaking Third World War had broken out.
Those attending Fu Xingyun's wedding were naturally prominent figures. One would expect such distinguished individuals to be impeccably dressed and glamorous, but a quick glance revealed...
Either this person's tie was ripped, or that person's button popped.
There was even an unclaimed shoe not far to the left.
"..." Lin Qiong: He doesn't understand the world of the rich.
After the two entered the hall, the shouting subsided. After a long ten minutes, Lin Qiong pushed Fu Xingyun to the priest.
After standing still, the two of them stood on opposite sides. Without the support of Fu Xingyun's wheelchair, Lin Qiong's legs trembled slightly.
I took the paper, shimmering with gold dust, from the priest; it contained the wedding vows.
Fu Xingyun lowered his eyes and glanced at them indifferently a few times. Trust... loyalty... equality...
He heard the sound of clothes rustling beside him. Looking up, he saw that Lin Qiong, who had been standing straight just moments before, had now lowered herself to eye level with him.
Fu Xingyun's fingers, which were resting on the paper, curled slightly.
Noticing the other person's gaze, Lin Qiong feigned shyness and smiled.
Fu Xingyun: ...silently looked away.
Lin Qiong crouched down just as her legs were about to tremble like Parkinson's, fearing something might go wrong at this death wedding.
After all, losing face is one thing, but losing his life is another.
Lin Qiong used to act in plays and had some acting skills. With her professional demeanor, she looked at her partner with affectionate eyes, giving him plenty of face at the wedding.
The two exchanged vows, and the officiant, holding the rings, slowly walked over from a distance.
The priest then asked the two of them whether they wanted to become partners.
Fu Xingyun's voice was cold: "I'm willing."
Lin Qiong was initially conflicted.
I gasped when I saw the pigeon egg in the red velvet box.
"I do."
The wedding was held without any major incidents, much more smoothly than Fu Xingyun had imagined.
Looking at Lin Qiong, who was staring at the ring and grinning foolishly, Fu Xingyun narrowed his eyes.
The fact that the wedding went so smoothly was truly unexpected, and Li Hanyang and Ji Yao breathed a sigh of relief almost simultaneously.
"I never expected Lin Qiong to come back."
Ji Yao tidied his hair, which was messy from the hair-pulling incident, and looked at the people on stage laughing heartily. He pursed his lips as if thinking of something, "Or maybe Lin Qiong didn't run away in the first place?"
Li Hanyang glanced at her after hearing this.
"Didn't Lin Qiong say she loved Xingyun back then?"
Li Hanyang's eyebrows twitched, and he looked sharply at Ji Yao, thinking that the other party had been cursed.
"Were you just provoked? You actually believed Lin Qiong's words? Didn't Lin Qiong mock Xingyun for being disabled before that?"
"Didn't he say later that he wouldn't mind?"
"He simply didn't want to get beaten up."
"..." Ji Yao: "Then why is he smiling so happily?"
After hearing this, Li Hanyang looked ahead and saw Lin Qiong standing next to Fu Xingyun, smiling like a bright sunflower.
There's absolutely no indication that she was unwilling to be forced into marriage; in fact, you could say she was more than willing.
Wasn't that idiot who ran out just now his?
Lin Qiong was completely unaware of the speculations outsiders had about him.
Pigeon egg, love you~
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