She was still wondering why there was a red carpet, red roses, and a grand wedding scene, and asked Bi Cheng: "Whose child booked this place today?"
Bi Cheng smiled without saying a word and looked towards the dressing room.
The door of the dressing room opened, and Chu Yifeng, dressed in a major general's uniform, came out with a wedding dress in his hands. He waved to Bi Yue, "Come, change into it."
Bi Yue looked around at her family members in disbelief.
She hadn't imagined that she would be wearing a white wedding dress and being watched by everyone in the room as she was about to enter middle age. Her vanity as a woman, which she couldn't let go of, to show off her happiness, was instantly ignited.
In the center of the stage, Chu Yifeng, dressed in the uniform of a major general, saluted solemnly to Bi Yue, who was wearing a wedding dress.
Even at his age, he doesn't feel ashamed, nor is he afraid of becoming the topic of conversation among others.
Chu Yifeng even felt that whatever he said at this moment was what he should say, because the woman in front of him was his wife:
"Comrade Bi Yue, you are always beautiful. Today, you are especially beautiful!"
"You really are, there are so many people." Bi Yue felt a little embarrassed amid the laughter in the room.
"You've worked hard over the years, in every aspect. I'll have to trouble Comrade Bi Yue to continue working hard in the future, because you have to take care of me until the end."
Bi Yue immediately blocked her nose with her fingers: "Alright. You made me cry during a make-up wedding, you're really good. Let's talk about it at the end."
Chu Yifeng stepped forward and hugged the crying Bi Yue: "Then let me say it again, I will be with you until the end, no matter how old I am, I can carry you on my back, my child's mother."
"He's still a child. Our children are already so old."
The 18-year-old daughter played the piano and the 18-year-old son served as the master of ceremonies, saying that his father did not have a wedding because he was only focused on carrying out his mission.
When Bi Yue heard this lame excuse, she was so moved that she cried and laughed guiltily, and her heart was filled with fulfillment.
She has a husband, a son, a daughter, and her parents. She said she would travel with them wherever she wants. She is so lucky that everyone is with her.
She also added the part of offering tea to her parents-in-law. Bi Yue said to Liang Yinqiu, "Thank you, Mom. I'm very touched."
Liang Yinqiu smiled and handed over her entire antique jewelry box: "These are all for you."
The entire wedding scene was warm and cozy, with a large screen constantly displaying photos of the Chu and Bi families over the years. It felt more like a family gathering of several prominent figures in Kyoto than a make-up wedding.
Here, I have to mention that:
Not only did Ye Boxuan and Xia Tian attend this belated wedding, but their son Ye Xin also accompanied them.
Therefore, Chu Yuanxi, the only girl of the Bi family and the well-deserved princess who has been studying abroad, also heard about the life resume of brother Ye Xin, who was a child prodigy and a handsome young man in his youth.
But she looked at it from a distance and then turned around and walked forward, still feeling disdainful in her heart:
He looked to be in his twenties, almost thirty. He pouted and casually said to his best friend, "I'm an old man now. No matter how powerful I was in the past, it's all in the past."
Ye Xin was about to pass by when she stopped and asked, "Your name is Chu Yuanxi?"
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Perhaps, the story of this book can go back to the beginning.
The driver's sudden brakes echoed throughout the street, and the blaring of horns filled the air. Reporter Aixuan was fortunate enough to be hospitalized with only injuries.
When she woke up from her coma, she felt as if she had traveled through a century.
The story from the 1980s was so clear in her mind. She muttered, "My name is Bi Yue."
When she recovered from her illness, she stood dazed downstairs of the Chu Building, with an indescribable subtle feeling in her heart.
When she faced Mr. Chu, her eyes widened in shock. An instinct drove her to extend her index finger and point rudely at Chu Yifeng's nose. After a pause, she suddenly shouted:
"Chu Yifeng, how come you are so lucky? You are a second-generation no matter which era you are in!"
President Chu stared coldly. "He's not a reporter? Why is he a psychopath?"
"I'm your wife, Bi Yue!"
Chu Yifeng said coldly: "Security."
"Security is bullshit, I'll beat you to death!"
Chu Yifeng immediately lost his Mr. Chu style, and he dodged in a panic to avoid being chased by the folder.
"Your father's name is Chu Hongtian. He's always loud but he doesn't really care about anything.
Your mother's name is Liang Yinqiu, she's an orchid and she cost me a lot of money.
Your grandmother is in the intensive care unit and is still playing Landlord with three Ks and two threes. She still has a pair of bombs left. She has no education and loves fortune-telling all her life..."
Even the security guard and secretary wanted to arrest Aixuan, but Chu Yifeng suddenly waved his hand to stop them and listened with a frown.
"We even have two children, Chu Yuanxi and Chu Qiwu, two little ancestors that you hold in the palm of your hand. Whenever I try to intervene in them, you stop me. You're really good at pretending to be a good person. This is what I hate most about you. My mother is Liu Yafang, and my father is Bi Tiegang..."
Bi Yue rushed around the room around the desk, determined to help Chu Yifeng regain his memory.
The crowd outside who had rushed in after hearing the news were already in a mess...
The author has something to say:
There won't be any more spin-off versions.
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Thank you to all the book friends for following and supporting me along the way.
I will try to publish a new book in two months, and I hope to see you again for all of you who have always supported me.
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