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

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Zhaoci, dressed in red and exuding an air of noble elegance, looked up at the tightly closed window of her boudoir upstairs. Her gaze was tender and lingering, and she spontaneously uttered a poem that was both fluent and deeply affectionate:

"Zhao Ci waited patiently before the painted hall, awaiting the arrival of the beautiful lady from the embroidered banquet."

The fragrance of lemon blossoms heralds the beauty of spring; may our carriages soon carry us together, destined for a life of companionship.

Every sentence is imbued with emotion, every word carries the affection of Sang Jiuning.

"What a wonderful poem!" Qin Muze, standing at the door, couldn't help but cheer and nod repeatedly.

Seeing this, Fu Yanchen was unwilling to fall behind and didn't want to be outdone. Looking up at the direction that belonged to Tang Tongtong, he calmly spoke, cleverly incorporating both of their names in one smooth motion:

"Fu Li, standing in the vermilion gate, awaits the arrival of the brocade phoenix; Yan Ning, with a joyful expression, leans against the carved railing."

The time is perfect, the auspicious day has arrived, and the beautiful lady in the Tang Pavilion is arranging her phoenix crown.

With rouge applied to her beautiful face, she drew back the embroidered curtains to her destined marriage.

Do not keep the groom waiting too long; let them grow old together in simple joys.

A long poem, elegant and refined, brimming with affection, hides the love for Tang Tongtong between the lines.

Gu Shiyan smiled and exclaimed, "As expected of your brother-in-law, your talent is truly exceptional. You even perfectly hid the names of the two of you in the poem."

Wen Zhaoci glanced at Fu Yanchen indifferently, still unwilling to admit defeat, and spoke again, her new song, every word filled with deep affection, exclusively for Sang Jiuning, exuding overwhelming power:

"Hearing that you have stood for a long time before the jade steps, I am filled with deep affection and sincere feelings."

Having bid farewell to my longing for you, I welcome the virtuous lady; by the morning window, before the mirror, I arrange my floral hairpins.

Nine branches of fragrant blossoms capture the colors of spring, while the lemon breeze brings joy and a happy union.

Do not let the precious time slip away in vain; quickly follow the imperial carriage out from behind the dressing table.

Both poems contain names embedded in each line.

Nan Chili, standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded.

Oh no, these two are really stubborn!

This isn't a wedding procession; it's a public display of talent!

As a fellow science-oriented straight man, he simply couldn't keep up with this artistic atmosphere and couldn't compose a single poem.

Seeing that he couldn't compete, Nan Chili had a sudden inspiration and found a shortcut.

It's just blocking the door, isn't it? It's just a test, isn't it?

If you can't write poetry, then throw red envelopes!

He deftly pulled out more than a dozen bulging red envelopes from his lucky bag and, without saying a word, handed them one by one to Qin Muze, Jiang Shangyu, and their group at the door.

"Everyone, please be lenient! It's a joyous occasion, the main thing is to have fun!"

Once the red envelope is in place, the difficulty of blocking the door is immediately reduced to zero.

The crowd smiled and accepted the red envelopes, no longer making things difficult for him. They generously stepped aside and let him pass.

The grand wedding ceremony officially began.

At this moment, all the guests present were dressed in exquisite ancient costumes, their robes fluttering, exuding a strong sense of antiquity.

For dozens of miles, red bridal processions lined the streets, guests filled the halls, gongs and drums resounded, and joyful music filled the air.

Three perfect couples, three blessed unions, embarking on a lifelong promise to grow old together as the summer winds rise.

The deafening joy gradually faded, the noisy guests dispersed, and the large bridal chamber finally quieted down, leaving only the faint scent of ambergris and the warmth of red silk, gently enveloping the newlyweds inside.

Layers upon layers of bright red wedding curtains hung down, and the flickering candlelight illuminated the entire room in a warm red glow, creating a gentle and tender atmosphere.

Wen Zhaoci stood before the bed, his posture upright, dressed in a bright red wedding robe, like an ancient handsome man brought to life.

He held a jade-white wedding scale between his fingers; the scale bars were warm and smooth, representing the most orthodox etiquette for lifting the veil in ancient times.

He looked down at the young girl sitting upright on the bed, his eyes burning with undisguised passion. He slowly raised his hand and gently lifted the thin red veil from her face.

The red veil slowly slid down.

Sang Jiuning's appearance was now fully revealed.

The heavy, pure gold phoenix crown on her head shone brightly, making her slender, fair neck appear like a swan's neck.

Her slender, willow-leaf eyebrows were gentle and graceful, and her eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, exuding a unique sweetness and charm.

Her originally plain lips were now adorned with a fiery red lipstick, bright and dazzling, yet not at all gaudy. Instead, it accentuated her clean and gentle temperament to the fullest extent.

Every frown and smile, every eyebrow and glance, exudes a natural, timeless charm that even period costumes cannot capture.

Wen Zhaoci's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, his smile deepening, his tenderness almost overflowing.

He reached out and picked up the wine cups placed on the table. Two white jade cups were filled with a pale amber liquid. He handed one cup to Sang Jiu Ning, his voice deep and magnetic: "Madam, please."

Sang Jiuning looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, and obediently took the wine glass.

Their arms were intertwined, their noses touched, and they were so close that their breaths mingled as they tilted their heads back and drank the warm wine in their cups.

The sweet wine went down my throat, and the warmth spread from my throat to my heart.

A cup of wine to celebrate our union, a promise to grow old together.

Setting down his wine glass, Wen Zhaoci leaned slightly forward, his warm breath brushing against Sang Jiuning's flushed ear, his tone deliberately coaxing: "Madam, what should you call me?"

An ambiguous atmosphere instantly enveloped Sang Jiuning completely.

Her cheeks were already flushed from the candlelight, and with him so close to her, her ears turned bright red instantly, and even her slender shoulders tensed slightly.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling gently like a startled butterfly, and softly whispered, "Husband."

Her voice was too soft, filled with a deep shyness, and almost drowned out by Wen Zhaoci's burning gaze.

Wen Zhaoci's smile widened, and he deliberately lowered his voice, pretending not to hear her, teasing her slowly, "Your voice was too soft, I didn't hear you."

Sang Jiuning was both embarrassed and ashamed. She glared at him, but there was no anger in her eyes, only tenderness.

With a quick thought, she instantly regained her usual mischievousness and changed her tone, saying softly, "Mr. Wen, your little secretary is easily teased."

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhaoci chuckled softly, his chest vibrating slightly, his breath falling directly into her ear.

Unbeknownst to others, only the two of them understood the intimate and exclusive meaning hidden within that form of address.

Since Sang Jiuning entered her junior year of college, her classes became more relaxed and less demanding. She has stayed by Wen Zhaoci's side as his personal secretary, helping him manage all the affairs of the company, spending every day with him.

In the spacious and private CEO's office, besides the sofa, desk, and chair, there was a large bed in the darkened lounge. The two of them often played intimate little games as CEO and his personal secretary.

But things are different now.

There were no suits or formal attire, only a room full of red makeup, a night reserved exclusively for the newlyweds' wedding night.

What Wen Zhaoci liked and cherished most was the way she called him "husband" in her soft, sweet voice.

He raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing against her blushing earlobe. He turned and gently lowered the curtains on all four sides of the floor-to-ceiling windows, shutting out all light and outside noise. Only the flickering red candles remained in the room, instantly filling the room with an ambiguous atmosphere.

He leaned closer to her, his voice low and husky, full of seduction: "The office is for President Wen and his secretary, but tonight is different. My wife, call me 'husband' a few more times tonight, I want to hear it."