A small candy

Chapter 35 Do You Want to Get Married?

Cheng Zhixu took the lead, and the next game session was the turn of the other three groomsmen.

They weren't much better off. The bridesmaids brought six drinks, three of which were regular cola, and the other three were spiked with mustard, soy sauce, pepper, and aged vinegar. They were all placed in opaque paper cups, covered with lids to prevent anyone from smelling them, and the groomsmen were asked to choose one to drink. One groomsman was unlucky and chose the spiked drink. After finishing the entire cup, he nearly vomited his leftover food.

The bridesmaids had had enough of the fuss and decided to call it a day. They asked the groom to find the wedding shoes that the bride had hidden in advance, put them on her personally, and then he could marry the beauty.

Ye Guizhou searched around and finally found a pair of crystal shoes in the mezzanine of the wardrobe.

He knelt on one knee in front of Shu Yangyang, held her fair feet with his left hand, put on her high heels, lowered his head, and kissed the back of her feet with such a pious expression.

Shu Yangyang was deeply moved, her nose aching, and she blinked rapidly, nearly bursting into tears. Worried about smudging her makeup, she tilted her head back slightly and fanned her eyes with her hand, forcing herself to hold back the tears.

Ye Guizhou touched her head through the veil, bent down, picked her up, went downstairs and rushed to the wedding venue.

The best men and bridesmaids formed their own groups and got into cars to follow behind the wedding car. Jian Ling got into Cheng Zhixu's car, still excited, and chattered non-stop along the way.

"Cheng Zhixu, let me tell you, I hold grudges very hard. Don't expect me to forgive you for what you said about me." Jian Ling accused him in an accusing tone, poking the man's arm with her fingers.

Cheng Zhixu smiled, took her fingers, clenched them tightly in his palm, and said slowly: "As a breeder, I am proud to have fattened you up."

Jian Ling choked: "You just find excuses."

Cheng Zhixu couldn't help teasing her when he was with her. He found her puffy look amusing. He reached out and pinched her cheek: "It's better to be a little fatter, like a piglet, cute." Especially during naps, when she lay beside him, her face pressed against the pillow, squeezing out a little baby fat, really like a piglet.

Other straight men have low emotional intelligence, but Jian Ling suspects Cheng Zhixu has no such thing as emotional intelligence. It's not enough that he calls his girlfriend a "pig" every day, but he also leaves her WeChat notes with the word "pig" in them. She's raised this issue several times, but she doesn't know if he's changed his notes.

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It took half an hour to arrive at the wedding venue.

In the largest hotel ballroom in the city center, thousands of crystal beads dangled from the ceiling. The lights lit up, creating a dazzling spectacle, like a vast galaxy descending upon the earth. The scene was breathtakingly beautiful. Flowers and balloons filled the air, creating a sea of blossoms and a delightful fragrance.

The bride Shu Yangyang held her father's arm and walked across the long bright red carpet. Her father handed her hand to Ye Guizhou who was standing at the end of the red carpet.

The elders of both families sat in the first row of the guest seats, watching the ceremony with smiles on their faces and tears in their eyes, as they witnessed the couple getting married.

The master of ceremonies walked between the two newlyweds and asked them to declare their love to each other. At the same time, photos of the two since they met were played on the big screen behind them.

They were wearing the blue and white uniforms of the same school, with a small golden school badge on their chests. They were standing on the rooftop of the teaching building, with the slanting orange sunset behind them, shrouding them as if giving them a layer of soft misty filter; the following photos were taken during their college years, probably at the welcome party. Shu Yangyang had a childish face, wearing a light blue dress, sitting in the center of the stage holding a cello and playing. Next to her was Ye Guizhou, wearing a black tuxedo, accompanying her on the piano... Each photo was like a time machine, taking them to the past.

The last photo is their wedding photo. One of them is wearing a holy wedding dress, and the other is wearing a suit and tie. They look at each other, warm and sweet.

Jian Ling stood at the side of the stage. As she watched, her eyes became moist. She sniffed and let out a small sob. Just as she was about to wipe her eyes with her hands, a handkerchief was handed to her.

She turned her head and saw Cheng Zhixu standing behind her without her knowing when. He held a dark blue plaid handkerchief in his slender fingers and raised his eyebrows, motioning her to wipe her tears.

Jian Ling took the handkerchief and carefully wiped away her tears, her voice buzzing: "Don't laugh at me."

"I'm not laughing at you." Cheng Zhixu tilted his head to notice her expression and whispered, "Are you touched? Or do you want to get married?"

"..."

Jian Ling didn't answer his question. She turned her head to look at the stage, and when no one was paying attention, she elbowed Cheng Zhixu backwards.

After the emotional part, the host said a few funny words at the right time, which made the whole audience laugh and the atmosphere became joyful.

Suddenly, all the lights went out, leaving the venue in darkness. A slightly noisy chatter rose from the guest seats. Soon, a faint blue light illuminated overhead. One by one, the blue bulbs lit up, forming a constellation of two people, connected by a bridge, symbolizing their bond.

Shu Yangyang remembered that when she was in school, the girls in her class would have a crush on a boy and would always try to find a connection between them, matching zodiac signs, the strokes of their names, and so on. Back then, she would draw the two of them in her notebook over and over again, connecting them with a bridge, thinking that one day, she would cross this bridge and be with him.

Shu Yangyang couldn't hold back any longer, and a crystal tear suddenly slipped from the corner of her eye. Ye Guizhou stood in front of her, looking at her deeply with his eyes downcast, a smile on his lips, and whispered, "I know everything."

The host spoke of the origin of the picture in an emotional voice, and there was another sigh from the audience. Eight years of love, from school uniforms to wedding dresses, was indeed touching.

"I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cry again." Jian Ling raised her head desperately, trying to let the tears flow back. "As a witness to their love, I really am..."

Before she could finish her words, a large hand covered her waist, and Cheng Zhixu's voice rang in her ears: "Why didn't I realize before that you're still a little crybaby."

Jian Ling was so frightened that she couldn't even think about being moved. She quickly looked around. Fortunately, the lights were off, and only the constellation map above her head was flashing a faint blue light. Everyone's attention was on the two newlyweds on the stage, and no one paid attention to this corner.

Jian Ling spoke, her nasal tone a little heavier than before: "You just found out? I have well-developed tear glands."

Cheng Zhixu wiped the corners of her eyes with his fingertips: "Remember, I won't make you cry in the future."

Jian Ling burst into laughter, lowered her hand and held his warm and generous hand, groping her fingers into his, interlocking theirs: "You said so."

"Yeah." Cheng Zhixu curled his fingers and squeezed her hand, answering with a sound that sounded like a promise. Ye Guizhou and Shu Yangyang exchanged rings and kissed, completing the wedding ceremony in the presence of their family and friends.

Initially, Ye Guizhou wanted to hold his wedding abroad, hoping to give the girl he had cherished for so many years a grand and magnificent wedding. It was Shu Yangyang who decided to hold the wedding in China. She didn't want a fancy, dreamy wedding, just wanting family and friends around her. Ultimately, Ye Guizhou gave her the best, while still meeting her expectations.

Shu Yangyang composed herself, smiled, raised the bouquet in her hand and shook it, and said to the bridesmaids standing on the side of the stage, "Get ready, I'm going to throw the bouquet, and I hope to pass this happiness to you."

She turned her back to them, counted down to three, two, one, and threw the bouquet in her hand behind her.

Jian Ling has always loved joining in the fun and playing games. Seeing the other three bridesmaids rubbing their hands and trying their best to grab the bouquet in the air, she was immediately aroused and jumped up without hesitation to grab it with both hands.

She forgot she was wearing high heels, and when she landed, she lost her footing and bumped into a bridesmaid next to her. Cheng Zhixu, who was standing behind her, couldn't bear to watch, so he grabbed her arm with one hand and lifted her up.

Shu Yangyang turned around and saw Jian Ling holding the bouquet. She gave her a flirtatious look with a strong hint of meaning.

Jian Ling stood there, panting, then realized belatedly that her behavior was too much of a marriage-hateful act, especially with Cheng Zhixu still right behind her. Her cheeks flushed, and she opened her mouth to say something, but was at a loss for words.

Cheng Zhixu looked at her leisurely, his beautiful features etched with affection and a smile. "I understand what you mean. I'll try harder and try not to keep you waiting too long."

"No!" Jian Ling felt the bouquet burning in her hand, and she defended herself impatiently, "I just thought it was fun to grab the bouquet, I didn't mean that, don't guess."

The lights were dim on one side of the stage. The Ye and Jian family relatives below didn't notice the interaction between Cheng Zhixu and Jian Ling. They only remembered Jian Ling's desperate attempts to grab the bouquet. Ye Xianxin smiled helplessly, "This girl, she doesn't have a boyfriend, but she's so eager to grab the bouquet."

Mr. Ye, who was sitting in the front row, turned around and said to his daughter, "She's not young anymore, it's time for her to try and pick a partner. But there's one thing: set your sights high and don't let my granddaughter down!"

"Dad, I've already chosen one. Don't you know your granddaughter's temper?" Ye Xianxin shook her head, seeming to have a headache. "If she doesn't want to, can I force her to go on a blind date?"

After the long wedding banquet, the guests had their fill of food and drink, and now it was time to relax at the party. Whether they were middle-aged couples, young lovers, or strangers meeting for the first time, they embraced each other, slid onto the dance floor one after another, and danced to the melodious background music.

Jian Ling had just finished talking to a young lady in her circle. As soon as she turned around, Cheng Zhixu extended a hand to her, bowed slightly, and smiled as warmly as a spring breeze: "Beautiful lady, can I ask you to dance with me?"

affectation!

Jian Ling pursed her lips, looked at the palms in front of her, put her hands behind her back and stood on tiptoe, saying proudly: "I'm sorry, there are so many people who ask me to dance, and I just rejected three. You have to show some skills, then I can..."

"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't want to dance with me, who else can you dance with?" Cheng Zhixu said without hesitation. He put his hand around her back, grabbed one of her hands and put it on his shoulder. He held her hand with the other hand and led her to the center of the dance floor.

Jian Ling was dragged a few steps and said disdainfully, "Cheng Zhixu, you are really overbearing."

"Really?" Cheng Zhixu raised his eyebrows, not seeming to care much about her evaluation.

The two of them danced unsteadily to the rhythm of the music. Suddenly, Jian Ling thought of something and looked a little nervous: "Aren't we afraid of being discovered if we do this?"

"What did you find?" Cheng Zhixu said with a matter-of-fact expression, "Isn't it normal for a man to ask a woman to dance in an occasion like this?"

Jian Ling was persuaded by him and danced with him at ease.

On the other side, Ye Xianxin narrowed her eyes, following Jian Ling's figure, and excitedly patted her husband's shoulder: "Hubby, look, who is Jian Ling dancing with?"

Jian Zumao looked in the direction she pointed, and saw Jian Ling smiling with her eyes curved. She was looking up and talking to the man in front of her. The man had his back to them, so his face could not be seen.

"That's... Gui Zhou's friend, right?" Jian Zumao thought for a moment and said, "I remember he was one of the groomsmen. He's quite handsome."

"Our Lingling, right?"

"I know what you're thinking. You always overthink things. Maybe someone asked Lingling to dance, and she agreed out of politeness. It's just normal social etiquette. Don't always think about blind dates or marriage. Let her think about it herself. Our daughter is so outstanding, why would she worry about not being able to get married?"

Ye Xianxin was left speechless by his words, but her eyes couldn't help but look over there frequently.

"Still dancing?" Cheng Zhixu didn't know that his future mother-in-law was looking at him. He lowered his eyelashes and asked the girl in his arms.

Jian Ling stopped, her hand still on his shoulder. Some of the people around her were familiar. She felt nervous but also secretly excited. She complained softly, "I've been wearing high heels all day. I'm a little tired."

Cheng Zhixu stopped, put his arm around her waist, and walked out through a side door of the banquet hall. This floor was completely booked, and the corridor was silent, with no sound from footsteps on the carpet.

Jian Ling was about to ask him where he was taking her, but the next second, he turned a corner and entered a spacious room. Without saying a word, he lowered his head, rested his forehead against hers, and touched his lips to hers.

"Do you want to get married?" Cheng Zhixu asked.

　It would be fun if Jian Ling's parents came over at this time.

　　Jane's father: Marriage? You're dreaming.

　　Cheng Zhixu: ...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)