A small candy

Chapter 34: Princess Hug in Public

On October 6, the day of Ye Guizhou's wedding, Jian Ling, who always loved to sleep in, got up early and rushed to the bride Shu Yangyang's home before six o'clock.

When she arrived, Shu Yangyang was sitting at her bedroom dressing table, clad in a pristine white wedding gown, a grand and gorgeous sight. The bodice was hand-embroidered, with intricate floral patterns stretching from chest to waist, revealing a glimpse of her fair skin. From her slender waist, she descended into a skirt of tulle, cascading like petals, adorned with glitter. The shimmering light was a dazzling beauty that was impossible to look away from.

Shu Yangyang had finished putting on her makeup, and the makeup artist was doing her hair. As soon as Jian Ling came in, Shu Yangyang interrupted the makeup artist, stood up and hugged Jian Ling.

"Long time no see, I missed you so much." Jian Ling patted her back.

Shu Yangyang smiled sweetly, her eyes filled with happiness. "I miss you too. I wanted to ask you out a while ago, but your uncle said you were very busy with work and that you were working hard, so he told me not to discourage you."

"Tsk, he always says bad things about me." Jian Ling stuck out her tongue and said dissatisfiedly.

The makeup artist stood by with a comb and whispered, "Bride, let's continue to put up your hair. If we don't speed up, it will be too late. The groom will be here to pick you up at 8 o'clock!"

Jian Ling immediately stopped reminiscing about the past, pushed Shu Yangyang's shoulders, and pressed her against the dressing table. Jian Ling changed into her bridesmaid's dress, a light smoky-colored strapless gown tailored just for her. The gossamer fabric had a fairy-like, draped hem, and was very beautiful.

"Where are the other bridesmaids?" Jian Ling sat on the soft sofa and waved to another makeup artist to do her makeup.

There were four bridesmaids in total, and the other three were classmates from Shu Yangyang's graduate school days, people Jian Ling didn't know. Shu Yangyang picked up her phone, glanced at it, and said with a smile, "They're on their way. They'll be here in ten minutes."

Shu Yangyang was studying for a doctorate abroad and only came back half a month before the wedding. He hadn't seen Jian Ling for a long time, and the two of them had endless things to talk about when they got together. As they chatted, they couldn't help but bring up what happened in the past.

Ye Guizhou was two years older than Shu Yangyang, making him her senior. They had known each other since high school and were close friends. Shu Yangyang would often go to him for help with her studies, and she had always had a crush on him.

At that time, Jian Ling was still a little kid in elementary school, always going to the high school to bother Ye Guizhou. Through him, she met Shu Yangyang, the older sister. After a few visits, the two girls, four grades apart, gradually became familiar with each other and became friends.

Ye Guizhou and Shu Yangyang officially got together during college. She ended her secret crush of more than three years and finally entered the eyes and heart of that person.

Today, she will marry him and become his wife.

"I only found out later that you had a crush on my uncle for so long. If you had told me earlier, I would have helped you pursue him." Recalling this, Jian Ling propped up her chin, tapped her cheek with her finger, and sighed melancholy, "I had such a good assist in front of you, but you actually ignored it."

Shu Yangyang was amused by her. They were not far apart, and she reached out and pinched her fingers: "Weren't you still young back then? You hadn't even graduated from elementary school. Besides, your uncle was in his third year of high school, and I didn't want to delay his studies. I wasn't sure I could catch up with him, so I didn't dare to take the risk."

Jian Ling sighed that it was not easy for her. After a long period of secret love, the two of them finally got together. After completing her graduate studies, she went to the UK to study for a doctorate, starting an overseas love relationship. She has not graduated yet, and she has to go back to school after getting married.

A strand of hair fell on Shu Yangyang's cheek. She raised her hand and tucked it behind her ear. The makeup artist then lifted the long strand and put it up. Shu Yangyang lowered her hand and placed it on her knees: "You keep talking about me. What about you? Is there anything wrong?"

"Huh?" Jian Ling stared at the ceiling. "What?"

Shu Yangyang covered her lips and smiled. She was still exactly the same as when she was little, not changed at all. She couldn't even act stupid. "Do you have someone you like?"

Jian Ling felt a little shy at her teasing look, her ears burning, and she covered half of her face with her hands: "Let me make a deal first, I'm telling you, you are not allowed to tell my uncle."

Shu Yangyang raised three fingers: "I swear to keep this a secret for you."

Jian Ling was silent for a while, then said shyly, "Actually, I'm in love."

"Who is it?" Shu Yangyang asked curiously, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Do you have a photo? Show it to me. I want to see who it is that has won the heart of our Princess Lingling."

"No need to look at the photos, he will be at the wedding today." Jian Ling thought of something and looked expectant. "No need to wait until the wedding, you will see him soon."

As one of the groomsmen, Cheng Zhixu had to follow Ye Guizhou to the Shu family to pick up the bride at 8 o'clock sharp.

They were about to meet, and even though it had only been five days, it felt like ages had passed. She missed him. Perhaps it was because she ate, chatted, and took naps with him every day at noon, and without him, she felt completely lost.

Shu Yangyang didn't understand the twists and turns and showed a puzzled expression: "Huh?"

Jian Ling: "He's my uncle's friend, Cheng Zhixu, do you know him?"

Shu Yangyang was stunned for a moment. She really didn't expect that Jian Ling's boyfriend had such a relationship with Ye Guizhou. She was a little amused and helpless. No wonder Jian Ling didn't let her tell Ye Guizhou.

"Cheng Zhixu?" Shu Yangyang searched her mind for memories of this man. "Before I went abroad, your uncle and I went to meet a friend and met Cheng Zhixu once. Although I don't know him very well, my initial impression is that he seems to be a steady and self-controlled man."

After a pause, she added quietly, "He's very handsome."

Jian Ling raised her lips and smiled, her cheeks unconsciously flushed. She turned her head and whispered, "Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have fallen in love with him at first sight."

As the two chatted, the other three bridesmaids arrived, and Jian Ling introduced herself to them. The girls gathered together, changing clothes, putting on makeup, and chatting, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.

At 8 o'clock sharp, the groom, Ye Guizhou, arrived at the Shu family's house. After meeting the elders in the living room and exchanging a few simple greetings, he took his three groomsmen upstairs to the bride's bedroom. Also upstairs were the Shu family's relatives and friends, both adults and children, who had come up to join in the fun.

Cheng Zhixu, who was standing behind Ye Guizhou, raised his head and looked at the closed door in front of him. Suddenly, he had the illusion that he was here to pick up Jian Ling.

Ye Guizhou has always been gentle and friendly, and he can handle any situation calmly and with ease. But now he was unusually nervous, his palms were sweating, and his throat was a little hoarse. Perhaps it was because the long-awaited thing had become a reality, and he couldn't help feeling a bit like "homesickness makes one more nervous".

He cleared his throat and raised his hand to knock on the door: "Yangyang, I'm here to pick you up. Open the door."

The next second, a clear, loud voice rang out from inside the room: "Are you dreaming? How can I open the door for you so easily? Answer my questions honestly first!"

Who else could this voice be but Jian Ling?
Ye Guizhou's face instantly turned as dark as ink. He gritted his teeth, his voice squeezing out, "Jian Ling, who gave you the guts to speak to your elders like that?" Jian Ling knew he wouldn't lose his temper on their wedding day, so she boldly shouted, "Then I won't open the door for you!"

Cheng Zhixu's shoulders trembled with laughter. Ye Guizhou turned around and saw his brother almost collapsed with laughter. His forehead twitched: "Why are you so happy?"

Cheng Zhixu suppressed his smile, tugged at his clothes and said seriously, "No."

Ye Guizhou didn't lose his temper. He held back his temper and turned back to face the door, saying helplessly, "What are you asking? Hurry up! If you miss the auspicious time, you'll be beaten."

Jian Ling shrank her neck in feigned fear and took out the questions the bridesmaids had prepared in advance, ready to give the groom a hard time: "What is Sister Yangyang's favorite food?" Jian Ling finished reading the question on the paper and grumbled quietly, "Who asked this question? It's too simple, even I know it."

One of the bridesmaids raised her hand, saying she had come up with the questions. Jian Ling said, "Oh," and then, "Lord, for the sake of justice, you should ask some difficult questions to make your uncle jump in frustration." The bridesmaid couldn't stop laughing.

Ye Guizhou first corrected Jian Ling's address: "What's the point of calling her Sister Yangyang? Can't you call her Auntie?" Then, he easily said the answer to the question, "Stinky tofu, the really stinky kind."

The bridesmaids looked at each other in the room and laughed. Shu Yangyang's face was a mixture of anger and resentment, and she clutched the bouquet, her cheeks flushed even more than the blush she had applied.

Jian Ling then asked, "When did you first meet?"

Even Shu Yangyang thought about this question seriously for a long time, but Ye Guizhou outside the door told her the exact date before she could come up with an answer, and he was accurate to the exact time.

Jian Ling turned around and looked at Shu Yangyang, who was sitting beside the bed, and asked her, "Is he right?"

Shu Yangyang fell into deep thought. After a moment, she looked up with tears in her eyes and nodded. She hadn't expected him to remember. She had always thought it was just a silent performance she had performed alone. Later, after they were together, she rarely recalled the heartbreaking past of her secret love, so she didn't immediately think of the answer.

Ye Guizhou passed several questions. Next was the game session, in which the best man also had to participate.

The first game is that the best man picks up the bridesmaid in his princess carry and does thirty squats while standing on a massage mat.

In this case, they had to open the door and let the people outside in first.

As the bridesmaid opened the door a crack, the crowd of onlookers outside rushed in like a flood, pushing and shoving each other to force the door open. The door hit the wall and bounced back. Someone stepped on Jian Ling's heel, and she lost her balance. Just as she was about to fall, a pair of strong arms supported her.

Amidst the chaos, a man's voice rang out above her head. It was familiar, deep, and a little amused. "Why are you so excited?"

After Jian Ling used the strength of his arm to steady herself, she raised her eyelids and looked at Cheng Zhixu, pouting, "No way, someone stepped on me."

In the blink of an eye, the bride's boudoir was packed with people, and the cameraman came in and pointed the camera at everyone. Jian Ling blinked and stepped back a little.

Before Cheng Zhixu could even breathe a sigh of relief, Ye Guizhou patted his shoulder hard. Startled, Cheng Zhixu thought Ye Guizhou had discovered something, but he looked at him with a look of help: "Brother, it's time to show our revolutionary friendship. The acupressure mat is now yours. You work out regularly, so you're in good physical shape."

The bridesmaid dragged over an upgraded acupressure mat from the side. The bumps on it were all pointed like small bamboo shoots. I felt severe pain before I even stepped on it.

The veins on Cheng Zhixu's forehead throbbed, his face pale, but he couldn't refuse. He took a deep breath and silently prayed to himself that Ye Guizhou would, for today's sake, stop giving him trouble in the future.

Cheng Zhixu bravely stepped forward: "I'll do it."

Someone on the side kindly reminded: "Why don't you choose one from our bridesmaids?"

As soon as he said this, the bridesmaids looked at him expectantly, each of them showing an eager expression, as if the words "choose me" were written on their faces.

When Jian Ling and Shu Yangyang were chatting, the other three bridesmaids were not there. They didn't know the relationship between Jian Ling and Cheng Zhixu. They just thought that the best man in front of them was tall, handsome, and had outstanding temperament in a black suit. They didn't feel at a disadvantage at all when he carried them like a princess. Instead, they felt like they were taking advantage!
As we all know, at weddings, best men and bridesmaids are often brought together for jokes, and maybe a marriage will be fostered.

Jian Ling stood behind the three bridesmaids with confidence. She didn't believe Cheng Zhixu would dare to choose anyone else.

Cheng Zhixu met her determined gaze, smiled, and pretended to "pick someone at random" as he raised his finger and pointed: "You, cooperate."

The bridesmaids turned around in the direction of his finger and looked at Jian Ling with envy in their eyes.

Jian Ling pushed through the crowd from behind and walked up to Cheng Zhixu, arms outstretched, welcoming his princess hug. Cheng Zhixu bent slightly with familiarity and lifted her sideways, one arm around her shoulders and the other supporting her knees. Jian Ling then wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself close to him.

As the only person present who knew the truth, Shu Yangyang covered her face with the bouquet and smiled happily.

Cheng Zhixu took off his shoes while holding Jian Ling, then stepped onto the acupressure mat in his socks. Instantly, a piercing pain shot through the soles of his feet and spread throughout his limbs. He couldn't control his expression; his eyebrows twisted slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

The onlookers laughed so hard.

Cheng Zhixu bent his knees and did deep squats, while another bridesmaid counted beside him. Sweat quickly formed on his forehead. Jian Ling couldn't help but raise her hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

Cheng Zhixu lowered his dark eyes and stared at her intently. The girl wore a strapless dress, revealing her slender neck, shoulders, and arms. Her collarbone was incredibly beautiful, and the kiss mark he'd left there last time was gone. She probably didn't realize that at that moment, she looked like a tender little white rabbit, curled up in his arms, motionless.

He smiled, lifted her up a little, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I shouldn't feed you so many delicious foods every day. It makes me suffer."

Does this mean she's heavy?
If there weren't so many people around, Jian Ling really wanted to punch him.

　Oh, it’s so sweet. Hope you have a sweet dream tonight after watching this.

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