Rufeng sniffled, trying hard not to cry.
Qiuyi shouted, “Bring out the red envelopes, quick!”
A stack of red envelopes was pushed through the bottom of the door. Qiuyi grabbed them and distributed them to her sisters before opening the door.
Qifeng saw Rufeng standing gracefully in a white trailing wedding dress, which gave her an otherworldly beauty.
Qifeng could no longer hear anyone else’s words. He took a few steps forward, facing her glistening eyes, momentarily losing the ability to speak.
Is this a dream? If it is, why does it feel so real? Is this reality? If it is, why does this happiness feel like a dream?
Slowly, he knelt on one knee, holding the butterfly orchid high in his hands – the most sincere expression of his love. “My princess, I’ve come to take you home!”
These two simple words “home” represented rich meaning. Home, where her beloved, her family, the people she loved most were.
Rufeng took the bouquet and threw herself into his arms, crying, “Okay!”
“Don’t cry, don’t ruin your makeup!” Qiuyi reminded.
Qifeng stroked her hair, “It’s okay, we’ll leave after you’ve cried enough. The makeup artist is in the car for touch-ups.”
Saying goodbye to Qiu’s mother, who was choked with tears, she placed Rufeng’s hand in Qifeng’s, “I’m entrusting Rufeng to you. Please take good care of her.”
“I will.”
“Don’t bully her, always love and protect her, be faithful and never abandon her.”
“Don’t worry, in this lifetime, she will be the only woman for me,” Qifeng replied seriously, holding her delicate hand tightly. “Since I’ve won her heart, I’ll never let go.”
Qiuchi stepped forward, hugging Rufeng gently, “Rufeng, this will always be your home. If anyone ever makes you feel wronged, just come back.”
Qifeng reassured, “Rest assured, there will never be a day when you need to worry.”
Qiuchi ignored him and addressed Qiu’s mother, “According to old customs, the bride’s feet cannot touch the ground before arriving at her husband’s home, right?”
Qiu’s mother nodded, and he looked at Qifeng with satisfaction.
The Qiu residence featured a swimming pool, a tennis court, and a courtyard of about 200 square meters.
Qifeng squatted down, “Come on, Rufeng, I’ll carry you.”
Rufeng smiled and lay on his back, hugging his neck as he carried her down from the second floor, across the swimming pool, tennis court, and courtyard, until they exited the Qiu family gate.
She pressed her face against his neck, breathing in his comforting scent. Her second brother had always carried her through their youth; now he was carrying her into another chapter of life.
From now on, she was not just his sister and family, but his wife and partner.
Situ Jin and Ling Feng were waiting at the gate for the wedding banquet at the Situ family’s garden. Rufeng was stunned by the flowers stretching for miles, transforming the garden into a colorful sea of blooming roses.
Rufeng turned to Qifeng, “Isn’t this a bit too high-profile?”
Qifeng kissed her cheek, “A ten-mile red wedding procession — is this enough to show my sincerity?”
“Wasteful!” she replied, though her eyes curved in a smile.
“I’ll only waste this one day in my life. Rufeng, I want to give you an unforgettable wedding!”
She loved butterfly orchids, roses, and the romance of a grand wedding. Qifeng remembered every word she had ever said, knowing she didn’t necessarily love luxury but appreciated the thoughtfulness behind it.
He had prepared for this moment to see her brilliant smile.
Rufeng held his hand, “How many times are you going to make me cry today?”
Qifeng, filled with tenderness, replied, “If it’s tears of joy, I’ll allow it.” He wiped her tears, “You are the most beautiful bride in the world!”
She hugged him tightly, “But I don’t want to cry today!”
Autumn’s eyes were also wet; she never expected the usually cold Second Young Master could be so devoted to his wife, far beyond everyone’s expectations.
She opened the car door, “Alright, newlyweds, everyone’s waiting. Get out!”
Qifeng carried Ru Feng out of the car. Applause erupted. Ru Feng blushed and struggled, “I can get down now that we’re home.”
Qifeng glanced at her and then let go, helping her stand steady.
At noon, all the guests had arrived. Qifeng stood on the stage, eagerly looking down the flower-lined aisle. Qiu Ru Feng had no father, so Qiu Chi accompanied her as her older brother.
As the music played, Qifeng’s smile deepened, his eyes sparkling at her approach. Step by step, she drew closer, and his hand began to tremble with nervousness.
“Mr. Situ Qifeng, do you willingly take Miss Qiu Ru Feng as your wife, to forever respect, love, and protect her?”
Qifeng gripped her hand, his voice loud and firm, “I do!” He smiled at Ru Feng, “Today, with heaven above, earth below, and all witnesses present, I, Situ Qifeng, am willing to marry the woman before me as my wife. No matter what she becomes, through life, illness, and death, from the highest heavens to the lowest earth, I will never let go of her hand. For all lifetimes, I want only her. My heart belongs only to her.”
My wind, I belong to you, and you belong to yourself.
In the depths, Situ Qifeng had long since proven his vow.
He never forgot through countless lifetimes, waiting persistently through each reincarnation like the blooming of Red spider lily.
Had deep love not transcended life and death, had passionate devotion not moved the heavens, how could destiny have allowed them to meet again and complete this lifetime’s regret?
“Miss Qiu Ru Feng, are you willing to marry Mr. Situ, to forever respect and love him in health and sickness, in wealth and poverty, to walk hand in hand through life?”
Ru Feng’s eyes glistened with tears. “I do, I willingly marry him. I thank heaven and earth, fate, and the mysterious powers that allowed me to meet him again. I believe I must have cultivated good fortune to encounter such a man. He says his person and heart belong to me, so I will do everything to ensure that this person and heart remain forever happy!”
Everyone who attended that wedding would remember this moment for years to come.
Luxurious weddings in wealthy families were common, but how many couples could express such genuine emotion and move the entire audience?
Qiu Chi quietly left. Some missed opportunities can never be recovered.
Fortunately, she had obtained her true happiness. Today, he thought he no longer needed to worry about her – not in the past, not now, and not in the future.
After a long while, Rufeng got up from the bed, glaring with frustration at someone who looked obviously content. Qifeng watched her calmly, a flush still on his cheeks. Rufeng bit her lip, gave up the staring contest, grabbed her clothes, and dashed to the bathroom.
“If you don’t get up for dinner, you’ll starve!” she shouted.
“How could that be? I’m already full.” His laughter rang out as Rufeng slammed the bathroom door shut.
Standing in front of the mirror, she touched her rosy lips and lowered her eyes. Last night, he seemed to have been in more pain, sneaking off to another room. She felt the spot where he had lain, finding it damp.
Is there a way to have it all, not to let down Buddha, not to let down my love?
Hearing these words, Qifeng gritted his teeth. His brother showed so little brotherly love, leaving him alone for half a month on a business trip right after getting married!
“Oh, by the way, Feng’er, I want to tell you about something strange.”
Jinlie Yan has never had an episode before. At first, I thought it was because you were by my side and I slept too soundly. But since coming here, I hardly sleep from night to dawn, and I still haven’t had an episode.”
