He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

She really spoiled him too much, which made him more and more demanding!

The thought of his many friends on the plane, while they were in the private lounge enjoying their time together, made Sang Jiuning blush with embarrassment. She raised her foot, feeling both angry and awkward, and gently kicked his calf.

"You're not allowed to do anything reckless! Don't even think about it!"

She looked sulky, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes were wet, like a little cat with its fur standing on end but not very dangerous, which was incredibly cute.

Wen Zhaoci was completely amused by her shy and angry appearance. His eyes were filled with a deep smile. He leaned closer to her, took the opportunity to lift the thin blanket covering the two of them, and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"Honey, you're overthinking it. I just want you to get some rest on the plane."

"I was originally thinking of going along with my husband's wishes, but I was overthinking it."

Wen Zhaoci: "My wife has gone astray, so I'll do whatever she wants now."

Just as Sang Jiuning was about to pull back, her wrist was gently grasped by two large, well-defined hands.

Those hands moved upwards from her wrists, directly gripping her shoulders, and then flipped her over.

Sang Jiuning turned her back to Wen Zhaoci.

"Wife..."

Sang Jiuning's body had long been accustomed to his gentleness, allowing him to indulge in it at will.

"Wife, I love you."

……

As night deepened, a room filled with tender intimacy.

The next day at dawn, the outcome was exactly as predicted.

Sang Jiuning felt weak and sore all over, her limbs were limp, and she didn't even have the strength to lift her hands and get up. As soon as she moved, her whole body ached and she couldn't get out of bed on her own.

In the end, Wen Zhaoci could only carefully dress her, pick her up horizontally, gently dress and tidy her up, steadily carry her out to the car, and then carry her directly onto the private plane bound for the island.

She nestled in his arms the whole time, her eyes wet with tears, both sleepy and shy, completely losing her temper.

The entire private island was a wedding gift from Qin Muze to Gu Shichan.

The island was exceptionally lively today. Several private jets were neatly parked on the tarmac, and the people coming and going were all prominent figures in the industry. The children of the powerful and wealthy and business tycoons gathered together, creating a grand yet orderly scene.

All media outlets were uniformly arranged to stay in a designated area outside the island. Without Qin Muze's personal permission, no one was allowed to set foot on the island. Security was impeccable.

Sang Jiuning stood in the crowd, looking at everything before her, her heart filled with shock.

She had only ever seen such grand and romantic wedding scenes in idol dramas before, and she never expected to see it in person today. The real atmosphere was far more moving than what she saw on camera.

The wedding archway by the sea is made of logs, simple yet exceptionally gentle, adorned with abundant hydrangeas and delicate moon roses, with layers of thin veil hanging down.

A gentle sea breeze caressed the fabric, causing the sheer gauze to sway softly in the wind, resembling the swirling clouds in the sky.

The tiny crystals embedded at the top of the archway, illuminated by the midday sun, refracted into countless tiny sparkles, so dazzling that one couldn't help but squint.

Sang Jiuning's gaze was quickly drawn to the newlyweds who were walking slowly towards them.

Gu Shichan, arm in arm with her father, wore a simple white strapless mermaid wedding dress with a long train adorned with fine diamonds, the five-meter train stretching across the clean lawn, exuding gentleness and elegance.

The veil on her head fell gently, making her features appear extremely gentle.

Qin Muze, standing beside him, wore a tailor-made black handmade suit, the sharp shoulder lines highlighting his tall and noble figure.

His gaze remained fixed on the bride from beginning to end. His dark eyes were completely filled with Gu Shichan's image, leaving no room for anyone else.

The two stood side by side, their temperaments complementing each other perfectly. Their gentle and harmonious relationship made them seem like a real-life couple straight out of an idol drama, so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.

The wedding ceremony went smoothly, and the most anticipated part, the bouquet toss, arrived as scheduled.

Everyone smiled and moved forward, and Sang Jiuning subconsciously took half a step forward as well, secretly harboring a little expectation in her heart.

She watched as the bouquet, brimming with joy, was tossed from Gu Shichan's hands, tracing a gentle arc in the air before being caught steadily by Lin Luoluo beside her.

Cheers erupted around them instantly. Lin Luoluo, holding a bouquet, smiled broadly.

Jiang Shangyu immediately knelt down on one knee and proposed.

As Sang Jiuning watched the beautiful bouquet fall into someone else's hands, a faint sense of disappointment welled up in her heart.

Actually, she didn't really want the bouquet that much.

This subtle, aggrieved emotion was so well hidden that even Sang Jiuning herself didn't pay much attention to it, but it was precisely captured by Wen Zhaoci beside her.

Wen Zhaoci knew her too well.

He immediately saw the fleeting sadness in the girl's eyes, noticing her slightly pursed lips and her quietly lowered gaze.

He didn't say much, but simply raised his hand naturally, gently hooked Sang Jiuning's wrist, and pulled her in front of him, isolating her from the noisy crowd around them.

Under Sang Jiuning's questioning gaze, he reached into his suit pocket and took out a small black velvet box.

The lid was gently lifted, revealing two simple and clean rings lying quietly on a soft velvet cushion.

One is an exquisite pink diamond ring, with the diamonds polished into the shape of stars. It is small and delicate, understated yet dazzling; the other is a minimalist plain band men's ring, with a clean texture and a low-key, versatile style.

Sang Jiuning's pupils contracted slightly, and she froze instantly. Her heart skipped a beat and then began to pound wildly.

She stared blankly at the ring in the box, her mind completely blank, utterly bewildered by what was happening before her.

Wen Zhaoci lowered her eyes, her gaze gentle yet earnest. Without the slightest hesitation, she picked up the pink diamond ring and carefully slipped it onto her slender ring finger.

The movements were gentle, the attitude solemn, as if they were accomplishing something of utmost importance.

It wasn't until the cool metal touched her fingertips that Sang Jiuning snapped back to reality, feeling both flustered and sweet inside.

She looked up at the boy in front of her, her eyes filled with a hint of reproach. She reached out and gently poked his firm chest, her tone full of helplessness: "What are you doing? You have no sense of ceremony at all."

Who proposes to someone else's wedding on the spot?

Without a formal confession or any build-up, she suddenly put the ring on her finger.

Wen Zhaoci lowered his head, his warm breath falling on the top of her head. He gently kissed her forehead, his voice tender and lingering, filled with barely concealed restraint and eagerness: "I had everything planned out."

"Tonight, when it gets dark and the beach is covered with lights, I'll propose to you under the starry sky, giving you the most complete sense of ceremony."

He paused, his fingertips gently tracing her ringed finger, his voice tinged with a hint of grievance: "But I can't wait any longer."

Seeing her envious look at others, he couldn't stand it for even a second longer.