The antique girlfriend of a chaebol heir

Jiang Duo straightened his back, looked towards the stairs, and softly replied, "Thank you, Dad."

The second-floor corridor was carpeted in dark red.

Jiang Duo and his groomsmen turned the corner and arrived at the tightly closed door.

Outside the door, Lin Ruojin and several female relatives stood there with smiles on their faces, becoming the last "checkpoint".

"Aunt Lin." Jiang Duo stopped and bowed slightly.

Lin Ruojin looked at him with loving eyes and said gently, "We won't make things difficult for the groom. Just say a few nice words to Youyou inside. If she agrees, we'll open the door."

Jiang Duo straightened up and looked at the tightly closed door.

He took a deep breath, then stepped forward and gently placed his palm on the cold door panel.

"Wife," his voice came through the door, deep and serious, with an almost reverent sincerity, "I've come to pick you up."

Thank you for choosing me.

"The future is long, I only wish you to be by my side, and I will always be by your side."

"We will always be happy."

After he finished speaking, the corridor was silent for a few seconds.

The bridesmaids' gentle laughter came from inside the room, and then the door was slowly pulled open from the inside.

"Go in. I wish you and Youyou a long and happy life together, and that you will be forever united in heart." Lin Ruojin smiled and stepped aside.

"Thank you, Aunt Lin."

Jiang Duo responded gently and turned to enter the room.

The moment he saw it, his breath hitched slightly.

Shen Ci was sitting upright on the edge of the bed, her elaborate and exquisite wedding dress making her look like a dream, and her face under the veil was so beautiful that it was hard to look away.

Jiang Duo stood still, and it took him a long time to suppress the emotions surging in his chest before he walked steadily to her.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the room, he knelt on one knee, looked up at her, his gaze intense:

"Honey, I'm here."

Shen Ci looked into his sincere eyes and gently placed her hand in his palm.

Jiang Duo held her hand, their palms touching, their warmth mingling.

With a slight effort, and amidst her soft gasp, he swept her up in his arms, passing under her knees and back.

Shen Ci subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck, her veil gently brushing against his cheek, carrying a faint fragrance.

"Hold on tight," Jiang Duo said softly, his voice tinged with amusement.

He picked her up and carried her from the bedroom to the stairs and then to the living room, each step taken with utmost steadiness and solemnity.

When Jiang Duo reached Shen Xiaoming, he stopped, hugged Shen Ci, and bowed deeply to his father-in-law.

Shen Xiaoming looked at the perfect couple in front of him, his eyes already red.

He waved his hand, his voice hoarse, managing to squeeze out only two words: "Go..."

Jiang Duo turned around, holding Shen Ci in his arms.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly, and rows of black wedding cars were neatly parked in the courtyard. The groomsmen had already caught up quickly, and someone opened the car door.

Jiang Duo carefully placed Shen Ci into the car, straightened her skirt, and then bent down to fasten her seatbelt.

He placed a light kiss on her forehead before walking around to the other side and getting into the car.

The engines started, the convoy slowly began to move, one vehicle after another drove out of the courtyard, and merged into the street in a grand procession.

The Jiang family's private estate covers an extremely large area.

The black wrought iron gate slowly opened to both sides, with fresh white roses and green vines entwined on the gateposts, and the golden family crest shining brightly in the sunlight.

After the car came to a stop, Jiang Duo carried Shen Ci through the corridor and led her to her private lounge.

Several stylists gathered around and carefully helped Shen Ci change into her main wedding dress.

Compared to the dress worn during the wedding procession, this main wedding dress is significantly more elaborate and grand.

Layers of sheer fabric intertwined with tiny diamonds made her appear like an unapproachable deity, breathtakingly beautiful.

The guests on the lawn have already taken their seats.

A gentle string quartet rose from the corner, its notes flowing like water past everyone's ears.

The music suddenly changed.

As the prelude to the Wedding March began, the guests rose and turned to look at the end of the red carpet.

Beneath the floral archway, Shen Ci, arm in arm with her father Shen Xiaoming, walked step by step towards the tall, pine-like man in the center of the ceremonial platform, amidst countless admiring and blessing gazes.

As they neared the finish line, Jiang Duo took a step forward to greet them.

Shen Xiaoming gently pulled Shen Ci's hand out of his arm, then he held his daughter's hand, and then held Jiang Duo's hand, placing both hands together.

His palms were warm and rough, trembling slightly.

"I'm entrusting her to you." Shen Xiaoming looked at Jiang Duo, his eyes reddening, his voice low and solemn, "You must... treat her well."

"I will, Dad." Jiang Duo gripped Shen Ci's hand tightly, his gaze unwavering. "I promise you with my whole life."

Shen Xiaoming nodded, took one last look at his daughter, and turned to walk off the stage.

He sat down in the first row, raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eye, and Lin Ruojin next to him gently took his hand.

The emcee was a refined-looking middle-aged man who smiled at the newlyweds, his voice gentle yet firm:

"Mr. Jiang Duo, Ms. Shen Ci, today, with all our relatives and friends as witnesses, you will become husband and wife."

"Marriage is a promise between two people to walk hand in hand through the long years, a vow to weather storms together and never abandon each other..."

"Now, please have the newlyweds exchange rings."

Yin Kuo and Chu Xuanxuan handed over the velvet ring box.

Jiang Duo took out the diamond ring, lifted Shen Ci's left hand, and carefully pushed the ring into her ring finger, all the way to the base of the finger, as if completing some kind of sacred seal.

Shen Ci also took out a men's ring and gently slipped it onto Jiang Duo's finger.

Her fingers were a little cold, so Jiang Duo took her hand in his and stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, silently comforting her.

"Now, the groom may kiss the bride," the emcee announced with a smile, eliciting cheers and even more enthusiastic applause from the audience.

Jiang Duo stepped forward and cupped Shen Ci's cheeks in his hands.

His thumb gently brushed across her cheekbone, his gaze lingering on her eyes, then slowly moving down to the tip of her nose, finally settling on her slightly parted lips.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

Then, he leaned down slightly and, in full view of everyone, placed a very light and gentle kiss on her forehead.

It was a kiss as devout as a vow.

Good-natured laughter and applause erupted from the audience.

Yin Kuo shouted from below, "Brother Duo, you're too reserved! Give me another kiss!"

Someone nearby started whistling.

Shen Ci closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his lips, her heart pounding like a drum.

Only Jiang Duo himself knew how much self-control he had to use to keep the kiss from falling somewhere else.

Actually, he wanted to kiss her lips, the corners of her eyes, and the tips of her red ears.

I wanted to pull her into my arms and kiss her until she couldn't breathe...

But he simply straightened up, and amidst the deafening cheers, in a whisper that only she could hear, he said:

"We'll kiss again when we get home tonight, especially in the places you find most irresistible."

Shen Ci's face instantly turned bright red.