Chapter 102
Despite being an important figure in the reformist movement, Fei's wedding was very low-key.
The media dared not cross his line, so after negotiating with his smiling underlings multiple times, they finally got permission to film, but in doing so, they owed him a huge favor.
The reporter arrived on the wedding day and obtained a photo showing Mr. Fei and a young male sitting on a red sofa. The light from the crystal chandelier was very soft. The newlyweds were dressed in matching suits and sat very upright, looking at the reporter together.
There wasn't much ambiguity in their actions, and the atmosphere between them was very natural.
Most celebrity couples have lavish weddings, but lack a foundation of affection between them. They often host their own wedding ceremonies separately, and for a time it was even popular to hold separate wedding ceremonies and then move in together.
In the reporter's understanding, Your Excellency is valued by the Federation, and although you are an important figure in the reform movement, you have not been targeted by the Federation in much way.
Therefore, you should be mindful of your position and that the wedding should adhere to customs, prioritizing the acceptance of the submissive partner of lower status.
But you and your partner are not like master and servant.
After the shoot was finished, the young male insect breathed a sigh of relief. Fei asked him if he was tired, and the male insect shook his head, but Fei insisted that he rest for a while.
"You're tired, Toregia."
The tone of the statement was not romantic, but the male insect hesitated for a moment before finally giving in and collapsing onto the sofa.
You watched silently for a while, then leaned over and massaged him with your fingers.
The whole process was very natural.
The reporter was utterly astonished. He had photographed many important figures and conducted numerous interviews, but there was always a gap between his observations and the real lives of celebrities. He didn't know if the person in question was genuinely so approachable in private, or if they were simply being cautious because of the media presence.
But he soon found out.
The young male insect invited the reporter to dinner later. The reporter was flattered but dared not accept rashly, and subconsciously looked at the man's expression.
You have informed the reporter that my partner has invited you to stay for dinner.
What could the reporter say? He quickly nodded.
The male insect chuckled, and seeing two pairs of eyes looking at him, he seemed a little embarrassed and even blushed. He covered his eyes and said, "No, no, I feel something is strange." He lay on the sofa, tilted his head, and whispered, "Your Excellency, don't you find it strange?"
What's strange?
companion.
Your Excellency remained silent for a moment, and for some reason, the reporter seemed to sense a hint of helplessness in your composed expression.
You'll have to adapt eventually, Toregia.
The male insect lowered his gaze; his eyes were dark gray, bright and steady when he looked at other insects, and at the same time, the reporter could sense that, as an insect, he had his own thoughts and was not an immature young insect.
The reporter believes that your new spouse does not appear to be weak; rather, she is the kind of person who can live independently and is not the type that powerful nobles would be willing to keep and tease.
He glanced at you, then at you again, his long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on his cheeks. He seemed a little lost, or perhaps simply hesitant about something.
Your Excellency accepted the male insect's scrutiny with remarkable composure, but when the male insect looked up at you again, Your Excellency grasped the male insect's hand and spoke in the calmest tone, words that evoked pity in the insect: "Please don't leave me here alone, okay, Toregia."
Torregia's face flushed red—no, it could have turned even redder, because there were still outsiders sitting there.
He stammered, and it was already difficult enough for him to remain calm at the wedding, but even the omnipotent His Excellency would be so nervous that his fingers would tremble? Besides, he had no intention of calling off the wedding!
The male insect shook his head. Although he looked very young, he calmly grasped the gentleman's hand and pulled him to his side, trying to comfort him with his tender shoulder: "No, I don't regret it. I'm just... worried that you'll be tired. You haven't slept for several nights. Although I've said that there's no need to rush to arrange the wedding and such... cough cough... Anyway, since it's time to rest, you can lean on my shoulder and sleep for a while. I'll wake you up when the banquet officially begins."
Your Excellency seemed quite surprised, but he very obediently leaned on the other's shoulder and then closed his eyes.
reporter:"……"
He wanted to get up, but didn't dare. He sat awkwardly to one side, listening to the newlyweds' whispered words, feeling at a loss.
The reporters quickly slipped away as soon as the banquet began.
He trembled as he squeezed among a group of celebrities. Looking up, he saw mostly familiar faces from the media, as well as some big shots who hadn't been seen in a long time.
These people are now crammed into an ordinary apartment building, exchanging pleasantries with the male insect who is not from a prominent family. The male insect is not at all intimidated, but he looks a little tired from working non-stop at the wedding.
The reporter was about to take another photo when he encountered a male insect wearing silver-rimmed glasses, with a stern face, who looked somewhat harsh and difficult to get along with. He was dressed like a professor or something similar.
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