Fatal Desire

Chapter 173 Extra: The Wedding (Part 2)
Between kisses, Song Xi regained her composure and gasped, "There...there's someone."

"Ok?"

"Fang Hao is still waiting for me in the room," Song Xi said, her breath unsteady. "I have to go back."

Zhao Yansen reluctantly released her, his eyes deep and serious: "Wait for me after the wedding."

Song Xifu, quick-witted, obediently replied, "Okay."

Back in her room, she was caught red-handed by Qin Fanghao as soon as she opened the door.

"Where have you been so late?" Qin Fanghao crossed his arms and scrutinized him. "Have you forgotten the rule that the bride and groom can't meet the day before the wedding?"

"Big star, it's past midnight already," Song Xi argued. "Besides, aren't rules meant to be broken?"

She spoke with such confidence and without the slightest embarrassment.

"A woman in love, huh?" Qin Fanghao stepped forward and pinched the ticklish spot on her body.

Song Xi laughed uncontrollably and replied, "A woman who has severed all feelings and love."

The two best friends laughed and wrestled together, falling onto the sofa, their hair all messed up, throwing pillows around, and finally pitifully leaving them in a corner, untouched the next day.

The wedding day was extremely busy, with a complicated process and a large number of guests.

Song Xi sat upright in front of the dressing table, and the stylist was putting on the last hair accessory for her.

Her makeup today was exquisite, but it couldn't overshadow her bright and noble features. The slight upturn at the corners of her eyes made her look even more dignified and elegant.

The traditional embroidery on the gold-embroidered red wedding gown is exquisite, with hot-fix rhinestones and beads adorning the elegant gold, exuding luxury and elegance. Even the handmade rhinestone tassels in the hair are carefully designed, hanging down just right.

After the styling was completed, the first round of photoshoots began.

The bride and her bridesmaids were all stunningly beautiful, and the photographer kept snapping photos as if he couldn't get enough of them.

"The groom and groomsmen, come out!" one of the bridesmaids reminded them, glancing down at her phone.

Upon hearing this, Song Xi, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, felt her heart race. She quietly wiped the thin layer of sweat from her palms with a handkerchief, remaining quiet and obedient.

Qin Fanghao began to make arrangements: "Is everything prepared ready? We need to find a good place to hide the wedding shoes."

The room instantly became a flurry of activity. Two bridesmaids were arguing incessantly, neither wanting to accept the other's choice of where the shoes were hidden. In the end, Qin Fanghao simply lifted Song Xi's skirt and stuffed the shoes inside.

"What's the point of arguing? It doesn't matter where you hide it," Qin Fang said with a laugh. "You'll be found eventually anyway."

The groom and his groomsmen were all heirs of prominent families, none of them easy to deal with; they could be hidden anywhere.

Song Xi cooperated by moving her feet slightly, concealing her shoes completely under her skirt.

Qin Fanghao leaned over and teased, "President Xi, you can't be a traitor later."

“What traitor? I’m with you guys.” Song Xi laughed.

Qin Fanghao said seriously, "You're with us, with Mr. Zhao's family, right? I know how to handle relationships."

"what the hell."

Song Xi reached out to pinch her arm, but Qin Fanghao nimbly dodged and gave her a flirtatious wink: "Bride, be careful, the makeup and hair are just finished!"

The bride and her bridesmaids laughed and joked, their faces beaming with smiles.

At the same time, the wedding procession arrived in a grand procession, parking haphazardly throughout the entire alley, creating a magnificent and spectacular scene.

Madam Zhao and Song Yunyu reached an agreement that Song Xi would treat the courtyard house as her maternal home, while Zhao Yansen would go to the bridal chamber in the Taihe Courtyard and come from there to fetch the bride.

The wedding was mainly held at Taihe Courtyard.

"They're here! They're here!" the bridesmaid standing by the window suddenly called out.

Song Xi's heart skipped a few beats, and she suddenly felt her mouth go dry.

The bridesmaid immediately ordered someone to bring over the cooked sweet red beans in an iron pot: "Mr. Zhao specifically instructed that this bean dish ...

Qin Fanghao exclaimed, "Mr. Zhao is such a considerate man, no wonder our CEO Xi got married so young."

"Someone, cover the actress's mouth." Song Xi suppressed a laugh. "She made me laugh so hard my makeup came off."

The room erupted in bursts of laughter, the bridesmaids laughing heartily in waves.

Not long after, a commotion came from outside the door.

Everyone exclaimed in surprise, "They arrived so quickly! Much faster than we expected!"

The women of the Zhao and Xiao families blocked the door and set up many obstacles, but Zhao Yansen somehow managed to get to the door in no time.

The noise outside rose and fell, then suddenly fell silent.

Qin Fanghao and her bridesmaids came up with all sorts of tricks, giving Chi Wang and the other groomsmen a real ordeal, and even making each of them recite a modern-day model of male virtue.

Chi Wang sighed, "I didn't study as hard as I do now when I was in school. You guys really know how to stir things up!"

“What’s so special about that? I can recite it in six languages,” said the scion of a diplomatic family.

Chi Wang immediately bristled: "Hey! Whose side are you on? How can you undermine your brother's station like this?"

These young masters love to fight amongst themselves. They put on a high and mighty facade, but their inner workings are often falling apart. Song Xi couldn't help but laugh, and the golden phoenix tassels and hairpins in her hair swayed gently.

Zhao Yansen stepped across the threshold, his gaze precisely locking onto Song Xi, who was sitting upright on the bed.

She wore a gorgeous Chinese wedding dress, exquisite and elegant, with her hands gracefully folded on her knees. She looked like a crabapple blossom in early spring, breathtakingly beautiful.

When she looked up at him, the surrounding noise receded like a wave, leaving only their gazes meeting.

Zhao Yansen carefully examined the bride in front of him.
When preparing for the wedding, he didn't let her participate in anything related to trying on wedding dresses or getting her hair done, saying that if she saw it beforehand, there would be no surprise.

Seeing her dressed up like this, he felt as if his heart had been struck by a meteor shower, overflowing with anticipation and joy.

"I've finally found you after traversing mountains and rivers," he whispered in her ear.

Song Xi smiled and asked, "Which mountain did you climb, and which river did you wade through, brother?"

"We have climbed the mountains in people's hearts and crossed the long river that lies between us."

After saying that, Zhao Yansen handed the bouquet to her, knelt down on one knee, lifted her skirt with his long, slender fingers, took out the wedding shoes hidden underneath, and put them on for her by hand.

Upon seeing this, the groomsmen and bridesmaids, who had been joking around, burst into laughter.

"Holy crap, what genius came up with this crazy idea of ​​hiding it under a skirt?"

"This isn't a search for wedding shoes, it's a massive display of affection!"

"Excellent! Excellent! That's cleverly hidden, a subtle reference to the princess's admirers!"

……

After this process was completed, Zhao Yansen led Song Xi to the festively decorated front hall.

Grandma Xiao and Song Yunyu, dressed in newly tailored, exquisite cheongsams, sat on sandalwood chairs, and Song Xi and Zhao Yansen served them tea.

Old Zhao and Old Xiao were waiting in the bridal chamber when Zhao Yansen and Song Xi took a car to the bridal chamber.

After getting on the bus, Zhao Yansen calmly asked as usual if the clothes and jewelry were heavy, and if the person was hungry...

Song Xi rubbed her stomach: "I'm a little hungry."

Zhao Yansen fed her a piece of pastry, wiped away the crumbs with his fingertips, and then kissed her.

It was out of control, like breaking a vow.

Upon arriving at Taihe Courtyard, Song Xi had no choice but to touch up her makeup again.

Inside the bridal chamber, elders such as Mr. Zhao and Mr. Xiao had been waiting for a long time. The couple offered tea again.

Song Xi accepted the red envelope for addressing Zhao Yansen by name, but she didn't change her way of addressing him. She had always called him that, just like Zhao Yansen had, and her form of address remained exactly the same.

The wedding ceremony officially begins.

The entire ceremony was well-organized, lively yet elegant.

After the ceremony, Song Xi went back to her room to change out of her wedding dress and into a haute couture gown. She then joined Zhao Yansen in toasting guests at each table.

As night deepened, Song Xi grew tired, so Zhao Yansen had someone escort her back to her new home while he stayed behind to deal with family friends and elders.

In the courtyard, double happiness symbols were pasted on the glass palace lanterns, emitting a warm orange-red glow in the night.

The day's hustle and bustle finally came to an end.

The large bed in the bridal chamber was carefully decorated, with beautiful gold-threaded red quilts and flower petals everywhere. Song Xi didn't want to ruin the beauty by herself, so she collapsed on the sofa to rest.

When Zhao Yansen returned with a faint smell of alcohol, she was still lying motionless on the sofa with her eyes closed.

The wedding was attended primarily by people from the entertainment industry, all of whom were incredibly shrewd and took advantage of this special occasion to get the young master of the Zhao family drunk.

Zhao Yansen was also happy, so he decided to have a drink with them.

He unbuttoned his shirt, knelt on the edge of the sofa, leaned closer, and slowly moved his kisses up her neck.

"tired?"

"I'm exhausted." Song Xi raised her hand to wrap around his neck, without opening her eyes. "I don't want to move. Husband, carry me to take a shower."

A very new title.

Zhao Yansen was taken aback.

His dark, deep eyes flickered slightly as he gazed at her face and asked in a deep voice, "Xixi, what did you call me?"

"Honey."

Song Xi opened her eyes, confused. "What's wrong?"

"Your voice sounds very nice."

Zhao Yansen's strong arms slipped under her legs, easily lifting her up horizontally. "Keep calling her name later."

Song Xi understood immediately, but her willful and rebellious nature prevailed: "I don't care, I'm going to call you that now. Husband, husband, husband, husband..."