Chapter 26 Wedding Day "So, do you like it?"
Time flies and it’s two days later.
Pei Zhiwei's wedding was held in the most luxurious hotel in S City, with great fanfare.
With elegant clothes and cheerful conversation, everything around them exudes the dazzling aura unique to the upper class.
Zhui Lian hasn't experienced such an occasion for many years.
Zhui Lian was wearing a lotus pink dress today. Her long curly chestnut hair was braided into a bun on the side, with a few delicate white flowers dotted in her hair.
She stood beside Yu Peizhi, holding his arm, with a decent smile on her face.
But his gaze would sometimes lower itself to the pair of silver high heels on his feet.
The heels are extremely thin and high.
She picked it out specially this morning.
There was melodious music in the banquet hall, but the wedding had not yet begun.
But everything was going on in an orderly manner. At this moment, a guest came up to greet Yu Peizhi.
"Teacher Yu." The other party was very respectful.
"Hello." Yu Peizhi looked at the other person, putting on a gentle mask.
That’s when—
"ah!"
After a short exclamation, Zhui Lian's body shook unconsciously.
Her figure was shaky.
"Lian Lian!"
A pair of powerful hands instantly grasped Zhui Lian's lower back. Yu Peizhi lifted her up, frowning slightly, "What's wrong?"
"My foot... seems to be twisted..."
Zhui Lian raised her face, her eyes reddened, tears hanging from her long eyelashes trembling as she cried, "It hurts..."
She leaned in Yu Peizhi's arms, leaning most of her body weight on him.
Weak and helpless.
"Husband, take a look."
Yu Peizhi lowered his head to check her ankle, and gently grasped the ankle bone with his palm, which had quickly turned red.
When the skin touches each other, it feels itchy and numb.
Zhui Lian curled her toes unconsciously.
"Baby, can you still stand?" Yu Peizhi asked with a worried tone.
Zhui Lian tried to move, and immediately gasped.
She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes: "It hurts so much when I move..."
Yu Peizhi picked up Zhui Lian horizontally and placed her on the velvet sofa in the waiting room. He sat at the end and gently rubbed her ankles.
"Why are you so careless?" His expression was full of heartache.
But when his eyes fell on the pair of silver high heels, he moved slightly.
There was a hint of doubt in his gentle tone: "Baby, are the shoes too high? Why are you wearing such high shoes?"
"Thinking about Sister Zhiwei's wedding..." Zhui Lian whispered, "I need to dress up nicely... Ouch... It hurts..."
She frowned again, and beads of cold sweat oozed from her forehead.
"Hubby." Zhui Lian tugged at Yu Peizhi's sleeve, her voice weak, "It hurts so much, can you... go to the car and get me some medicine now?"
Zhui Lian: "It's in the first aid kit in the trunk. There seems to be a spray..."
Yu Peizhi looked at her silently for a few seconds.
She looked up at him, her eyes full of dependence.
It seemed as if the entire pupil belonged only to him.
Just reflect him.
Finally, he nodded and said, "Okay, then baby, you sit here for a while, I'll be back soon."
He raised his hand and smoothed Zhui Lian's sweaty hair, his movements still gentle and considerate.
"Okay, I'll wait for you." Zhui Lian responded obediently.
Watching Yu Peizhi's figure quickly disappear at the door of the banquet hall, the dependence on Zhui Lian's face instantly faded away.
It was 70% real and 30% acting. She had indeed twisted her ankle on purpose just now.
Enduring the severe pain, she suddenly stood up.
"hiss……"
The banquet hall was too noisy and no one noticed this place. Zhui Lian was barefoot and limping, but he was very fast.
She avoided the crowd and, relying on her memory from many years ago, slipped into a narrow corridor leading to the hotel's back-of-house area.
A fire door marked "Employees Only" suddenly appeared.
The cold wind rushed in, and she pushed open the door and walked out, finding herself in an alley behind the hotel.
The Pei family's annex building is just across the street.
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My breathing is heavy and my heart is beating fast.
After flipping through the sundries and letters in the mailroom as quickly as possible, Zhui Lian hugged the cardboard box tightly in her arms and hurried out of the Pei family's annex building.
At the entrance of the alley, a dark blue heavy motorcycle was parked silently.
The woman sat sideways on the motorcycle, her entire body hidden under the black cycling suit and helmet, only the pure white eye mask covered indifferently behind the window.
There were no words, only a momentary meeting of eyes.
Zhui Lian handed over the paper box which was still warm.
The other party took it swiftly, nodded his helmet imperceptibly, and then the motorcycle sped out, raising a cloud of dust and disappearing into the distance.
Zhui Lian didn't dare to stay any longer.
Turn around and go back.
The hustle and bustle from inside the hotel surged over, and the senses in my ankles gradually awakened.
"hiss……"
The pain that I hadn't had time to pay attention to just now came back bit by bit, gnawing at my bones and my heart.
Zhui Lian held onto the wall. At this moment when she found it difficult to move, she felt a sense of absurdity and wanted to just wait for her fate to come.
What is this destiny?
Maybe it's that touch of gold.
Perhaps it is the thousands of reflections in a mirror room.
Maybe it's... three faces that overlap, merge, and then separate... overlap again, merge again, or maybe they're suddenly torn apart.
But it is hard to be surprised to think that it is——
"Chasing pity."
Zhui Lian turned around and saw Pei Zhiwei standing there in the shadows of the corridor, wearing a holy wedding dress.
She looked at her quietly, without a trace of emotion on her bright face.
She seemed to have expected it.
A cold hand immediately grabbed Zhui Lian's wrist.
"Come with me."
Pei Zhiwei held her wedding dress in one hand and held her firmly with the other, quickly leading her towards her dressing room.
The door is closed, isolating the outside world.
Pei Zhiwei let go of Zhui Lian.
"sit down."
Zhui Lian sat down on the dressing stool as she was told.
Pei Zhiwei walked to the dressing table, slid the drawer open, took out an unopened bottle of pain-relieving spray, and tore open the package.
She leaned over and just grabbed Zhui Lian's ankle—
"Bang!"
The door was suddenly slammed open.
The culprit was standing at the door, holding a white first aid kit in his hand, his breathing slightly disordered.
His gaze swept across the room inch by inch, finally settling on Zhui Lian's face.
The corners of his mouth slowly curved upwards.
"Ah, Lianlian..." His voice was so soft that it seemed like a whisper, "You are here."
His gaze lingered for a moment on her swollen ankle and the spray in Pei Zhiwei's hand.
Pei Zhiwei stood up, her demeanor calm. "I just went out to get some fresh air. I saw she was sweating from the pain, so I brought her here to give her some medicine. What's wrong?"
The tone was flat and no emotion could be heard.
"Is that so?" Yu Peizhi nodded, as if he believed her words, "I understand."
He walked in and closed the door behind him, completely shutting out the noise.
He didn't look at Pei Zhiwei again, but took the bottle of spray from the other person and weighed it.
But that gaze was only focused on Zhui Lian, as he approached step by step.
Then, with a flick of his wrist—
clang.
A soft sound.
Just like throwing away garbage, Yu Peizhi threw the brand new bottle of spray into the trash can on the side accurately.
But the smile on his face remained unchanged, still gentle and warm.
Pei Zhiwei seemed to be accustomed to such things. She lowered her head and replied to the message on her phone without saying anything.
Yu Peizhi sat down on the dressing stool next to Zhui Lian, slowly opened the medicine box he brought with him, and took out the wet wipes from it first.
"I have to wipe it clean first." He frowned slightly and muttered to himself.
The cool smell of alcohol permeated the air.
The wet wipes cleaned the skin bit by bit, wiping it carefully, and the coolness kept climbing up Zhui Lian's spine.
"That's enough, Pei Zhi..."
Zhui Lian was a little sensitive and wanted to shrink back, but Yu Peizhi grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.
"No."
The person in front of her leaned over and forcefully lifted her ankles.
"It's dirty." He sighed.
A kiss fell.
Soft lips pressed against the skin of her ankle, which she had just wiped.
The touch was fleeting, but it carried a sense of re-marking possession.
After doing all this, he took out another bottle of spray from the medicine box and applied the medicine to her with extreme care.
The movement was very gentle and slow, as if this was the only thing left in the world.
Silence spread thickly in the air.
The cold mirror surface clearly reflected three faces with different thoughts.
Suddenly, Yu Peizhi spoke softly and gently: "Lianlian, when will you go to worship him?"
Zhui Lian was stunned for a moment, not understanding why the other party would bring up this matter.
"It should...it depends on what Sister Zhiwei thinks," she said.
Pei Zhiwei put the phone she had replied to on the table and said, "Didn't I say we'll find a time to go after the wedding?"
Yu Peizhi smiled as if he suddenly realized something and shook his head.
His voice became lighter and lighter: "I'm not asking about this him, I'm asking about...that him."
That him?
"Qiao, Xun, Li." He added word by word.
Zhui Lian's face suddenly became even paler.
Some words flashed back in my mind intermittently.
The cold woman named White Eyeshade who worked in the small shop in the old neighborhood two days ago.
"Miss Zhui Lian, or Mrs. Yu—"
The woman glanced at the amber pendant hanging around her neck with a playful expression. "Is the only thing you want to find out, or should I say, the only thing you need to find out, really the identity of your husband?"
The fog has enveloped every inch of my journey over the past few years.
The woman stopped there and just gave her the information about the Friendship Hospital without saying anything more.
At this moment, Pei Zhiwei's expression in the mirror also changed slightly.
She glanced at Yu Peizhi through the mirror with an unfathomable look.
Yu Peizhi's eyes met hers in the mirror for a moment, and he shrugged.
Pei Zhiwei's voice still sounded calm. She said, "The wedding is about to start. You can take Xiao Lian out first. I'll ask the makeup artist to come in and touch up my makeup."
Yu Peizhi stood up and took Zhui Lian's hand.
His palms were as cold as ever.
Zhui Lian endured the discomfort in her ankle and stood up with the help of his strength.
The next moment, Yu Peizhi suddenly pushed her into his arms and picked her up horizontally.
Zhui Lian curled up in his arms. From this angle, she could clearly see his cold jawline.
besides--
Side of the ear.
Her breath hitched.
At some point, an earring appeared on Yu Peizhi's left earlobe.
Black, in the shape of a cross star.
It was the one found in the Pei family's old room that day.
When Yu Peizhi took it from her, she thought he had thrown it away, but she didn't expect... to actually...
When did he put it on?
Zhui Lian stared at the earring.
She was a little dazed.
Because she couldn't tell whether she felt more fear or more absurdity.
Yu Peizhi seemed to notice her gaze and looked down at her with a smile.
He tilted his head, and the earring was more clearly visible under the light. His tone was intimate and a little playful: "Lianlian, does it look good?"
Zhui Lian reluctantly replied, "It's OK."
"So, do you like it?"
An elusive light flickered in the depths of his black eyes, his voice was like an ambiguous whisper, and his warm breath was low and pressing against his ears——
"Is it suitable for me?"
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The author has something to say: I wanted to speed up the pace, but I found that if I crammed several plot points into one chapter, it would seem like a quest process to complete a task, which would be very dry orz. After thinking it over again and again, I decided to slow down a bit and delete everything I wrote before [burst into tears]
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