The wedding was livestreamed by the sister, revealing his identity as a Taoist priest.

"Twenty million!"

Lin Keke sprang up and grabbed Chen Xiaoyu's shoulders tightly with both hands.

"Chen Xiaoyu! You told me your brother was just a hired hand!"

"Yes...yes..."

"Just a hired hand? Twenty million for one box!"

Lin Keke's voice was off-key.

"Twenty million for boxes to pack things! What kind of job does your brother do? At a money printing factory?!"

Chen Xiaoyu opened her mouth.

Could she say that she actually wants to know too?

The live stream chat exploded with excitement at this point.

[What exactly does your brother do? Can you give me a straight answer?]

[Putting a piece of paper inside a box worth 20 million—what kind of performance art is this?]

I strongly suspect this document is a property ownership certificate, and for more than one property.

The layout upstairs is still too small. A 20 million dollar box to hold a property deed? It should at least be the title deed for an entire island.

[Maybe it's just a blank sheet of paper, haha, we don't understand the romance of the rich.]

At this point, the eldest grandson of the He family regained some confidence.

He acknowledged the box was valuable.

But paper is just paper.

He turned his head and whispered something to the Second Young Master Lu beside him.

"What can you make out of a piece of paper? At most, it's a handwritten love letter, all that romantic stuff."

Young Master Lu didn't reply, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

The Zhou family member was even more direct, letting out a snort through his nose.

"No matter how expensive the box is, if all you get inside is a piece of paper, it's like buying the box and returning the pearl."

His voice wasn't loud, but several people in the front row heard him.

Someone chuckled, then quickly pulled it back.

Chen Xiaoyu took a deep breath.

Her camera was pointed directly at Shen Nianqing.

Because Shen Nianqing was looking at that piece of paper.

To be precise, her gaze never left the box from the moment she opened it.

The whole place fell silent.

All the mocking, curious, and gossipy gazes were focused on her.

Shen Nianqing's fingers pinched the edge of the paper very lightly, as if afraid of making a crease.

Her eyes are reading.

I read very slowly.

From the first line to the last line, walk one word at a time.

Gu Xinglu craned her neck to the side, almost resting her chin on Shen Nianqing's shoulder.

"Nianqing! What does it say on there?! Let me see it!"

Shen Nianqing ignored her.

She read the whole page.

Then she looked up.

Her eyes were red.

But there was a smile on his lips.

That kind of smile isn't for anyone else to see; it comes naturally from the depths of her eyes.

When Chen Xiaoyu saw her sister-in-law's expression, her nose suddenly stung with tears.

She didn't know what was written on it, but she knew that every word on that piece of paper was what her brother wanted to say.

Her brother, who rarely speaks more than ten words a day, wrote everything he needed to say down on paper.

"Sister Nianqing!"

Gu Xingluo stamped her feet in frustration.

"If you don't show me, I'll just steal it myself!"

Shen Nianqing came to her senses.

She didn't give the paper to Gu Xingluo.

She turned her head and looked at Zhou Dechang.

"Old Zhou."

Zhou Dechang stared intently at the paper, a strange light emanating from the depths of his pupils.

The hound smelled the scent, but was not yet sure what kind of prey it was.

"You can take a look at this piece of paper."

Shen Nianqing handed it over with both hands.

Zhou Dechang caught it even more gently than when he caught the box earlier.

The moment his fingers touched the paper, he stopped breathing.

Hundreds of eyes were fixed on him.

The number of viewers in the live stream has exceeded seven million, and the barrage of comments is so fast that you can only see the colors scrolling.

But everyone is waiting for the same thing.

Wait for the old man to speak.

Zhou Dechang did not read the contents first.

He turned the paper over, looked at the back, and then turned it back to the front.

My finger ran very lightly along the edge of the paper.

Then he brought the paper close to his nose and smelled it.

Zhou Mingyuan stood on tiptoe behind him, his neck craning like a goose.

"Sir, what kind of paper?"

Zhou Dechang did not answer.

His hands started to tremble.

He slowly unfolded the paper and finally saw the contents on the front.

The handwriting is vigorous and written in one go.

Golden specks of light appear and disappear on the paper, like stars sealed inside the fibers.

It says on it...

[Chen Shidu, with heaven and earth as his witness, mountains and rivers as his betrothal gift, the sun and moon as his testimonies, and three lifetimes as his vow, betroths Shen Nianqing to him as his wife.]

[Once this book is finished, it's like spilled water—it can't be retrieved.]

I would give the rest of my life to give you a lifetime of peace and happiness.

When the wind rises, I am there.

I was there when the rain fell.

If the sky falls, I'll hold it up first.

The room fell silent again, everyone processing those words.

Gu Xingluo leaned close to Chen Xiaoyu's phone; people in the live stream were frantically taking screenshots.

Holy crap.

Gu Xingluo said softly.

"Your brother's copywriting is better than a hundred of my ex-boyfriend's posts on WeChat Moments combined."

The eldest grandson of the He family stood at the back, his expression somewhat stiff.

It's not that he can't understand these words.

He understood.

"With heaven and earth as our witness, and mountains and rivers as our betrothal gifts."

Most people couldn't write with such momentum!

This person practically wanted to bring out the whole world as a dowry.

The Zhou family member opened his mouth, but ultimately couldn't utter a word.

The string of beads in Young Master Lu's hand slammed against the armrest of the chair.

The chat in the live stream has taken on a completely different style.

Oh no, I'm totally in love!

"If the sky falls, I'll hold it up first? I could sing that line for a year!"

Sisters, if a man proposes and can't produce a marriage certificate of this caliber, don't say yes.

[Isn't he a migrant worker from the mountains? With his classical Chinese level, he should have no problem getting into Tsinghua University!]

I cried. This is the most amazing love letter I've ever seen.

[Don't just look at the content, isn't that paper glowing? Am I seeing things?]

I'm not seeing things.

Several people sitting in the front row also noticed it.

The paper did indeed have a very faint golden glow under the light; it wasn't a reflection, but rather the paper itself emitting light.

Marco Bellini stood up again.

This is the fourth time today.

He leaned closer to examine the edge of the paper, then abruptly turned to look at Zhou Dechang.

"Professor Zhou?"

Zhou Dechang did not respond.

He held the paper up, motionless.

Zhou Mingyuan had never seen his grandfather like this before.

This 83-year-old man has handled hundreds of national treasures.

He remained calm and composed while the golden nanmu pillars of the Hall of Supreme Harmony in the Forbidden City were being restored.

He remained calm and composed while authenticating the only surviving copy of a Tang Dynasty manuscript.

But at the moment.

His lips were trembling.

"grandfather?"

Zhou Mingyuan called out softly.

"What...what's wrong?"

Zhou Dechang slowly put the paper down.

He took off his reading glasses.

He put it on again.

Then it was removed.

"Old Zhou?"

Shen Nianqing asked.

Zhou Dechang finally spoke, his voice hoarse, and he only uttered one sentence.

"This piece of paper..."

He stopped.

Everyone held their breath.

The old man's gaze swept over the faces of those who had just scoffed, "What good can a piece of paper do?"

He put his reading glasses back on his nose, looked down, and looked at himself again.

His brows furrowed.

Zhou Mingyuan was so anxious that he gripped the ground with his toes.

"Grandpa, please tell me!"

Zhou Dechang raised his head and his lips moved slightly.

He didn't make a sound.

He looked down and glanced at it again.

Chen Xiaoyu gripped her phone, her heart pounding so hard the screen was shaking.

With seven million viewers watching the live stream, only one sentence kept being spammed in the chat.

What is he going to say?!