Qing Muye tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over Tang Si with the corner of his eye, before turning back to Meng Jingwei, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously.
"Awei, I'm so fortunate to have met you in this lifetime. It was... it was your appearance that filled my once dull and monotonous life with color."
He paused, stepping forward to take Meng Jingwei's hand, gently caressing her hand's back with his thumb.
It seemed that by holding her hand, he could find a sense of security.
"For the rest of my life, no matter the hardships or obstacles, I only wish that we can walk hand in hand, sharing life and death." As he spoke these words, Qing Muye held Meng Jingwei's hand tightly, his eyes sincere and deeply affectionate.
Listening to his confession, even in just a few words, Meng Jingwei was already content.
She reached out, taking the microphone from Qing Muye's hand. "Everything I wanted to confess to you, I wrote it all down on Weibo that day. But Qing Muye, listen to me... once we're married, you're mine. If you dare to abandon me, I'll chase you to the ends of the earth."
As she spoke, Meng Jingwei's red lips curved into a slight smile, her dark pupils shimmering like the rippling waves on water, her hidden happiness overflowing.
"Wow, so happy."
"I love this confession."
"Oho... wishing you happiness."
"You can tell, she really loves Qing Muye."
"Kiss her, kiss her."
...
The guests offstage were all close relatives and friends; no one else was invited.
Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye both knew that this wedding was already fraught with danger. The more people who attended, the more chaotic the scene would become, and any incident could lead to more severe consequences.
On stage, Qing Muye looked at the woman before him. Even on their wedding day, in her red wedding dress and with minimal makeup, her skin seemed like white clouds infused with red clouds. Her lips were red and her teeth white, her lashes dark, dense, and curled. Her deep black pupils gleamed with scattered starlight, and her features seemed naturally enhanced, possessing a deadly allure.
After Meng Jingwei finished speaking, he stepped forward, cupped the back of her neck with his large palm, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, possessively kissed her red lips.
The kiss was sudden, and Meng Jingwei couldn't help but be taken aback. She only heard the cheers, whistles, and exclamations of approval erupting around her.
Qing Muye, dressed in a scholar's robe today, was a stark contrast to his usual cool and noble demeanor. However, the scholar's robe made his features even more striking. With sword-like brows and starry eyes, his profile was sharp and deep, a flawless perfection that could be described as divinely handsome.
Despite it being a wedding ceremony, Qing Muye's passionate kiss drew a flurry of screams from the audience. Meng Jingwei, still a little unaccustomed to it, gently pushed him away, her face flushed with shyness.
The host took the microphone, and the familiar script resumed.
As it was a Chinese wedding, the entire process naturally followed traditional Chinese wedding customs.
Next was the 'exchange of rings' segment, followed by 'bowing to heaven and earth.'
"First bow to heaven and earth, honoring the heavens, a match made in heaven; honoring the earth, a union blessed; honoring heaven and earth, enduring forever."
Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye bowed towards the audience.
"Second bow to the elders, honoring parents, flesh and blood, love as vast as the East Sea; thanking parents for their upbringing, a debt as heavy as mountains; wishing parents a lifetime of happiness and longevity."
The couple turned and bowed to Madam Qing and Old Man Chen seated on the stage.
Madam Qing nodded and cheered joyfully, her face beaming. Old Man Chen, however, maintained his usual composed expression, making it impossible to discern his emotions.
"Couple's bow. May your love move mountains and rivers, holding hands through eternity without separation; even if seas dry up and rocks decay, you will remain united in the same boat."
Facing each other, they gazed into each other's eyes, their faces radiating happy smiles.
They lowered their heads, bowed, and completed the couple's bow.
In this moment, Meng Jingwei was immersed, feeling the excitement and joy of the wedding.
She had always loved Chinese weddings. She had expected Qing Muye to opt for a Western-style wedding, simple and convenient, given the rushed nature of this one. But she hadn't expected him to go to such lengths to meticulously prepare the most luxurious and grand Chinese wedding in the shortest possible time.
Everything was exactly like the wedding in her dreams.
She, it seemed, had her dreams come true.