Ying Zijin rarely wore dresses; when she did, it was usually a sporty short skirt with white sneakers.

This was the first time she wore a floor-length gown like this.

The scarlet wedding dress accentuated her already stunning beauty, making her even more breathtaking.

The bridal attire was like fire, her features like a painting.

Sunlight from outside spilled over her, casting a faint golden glow.

The girl's porcelain-white skin was like cool jade, her lips a deep red, reminiscent of a morning glow, radiating gently.

Fu Yunshen always knew she was beautiful.

But this version of her was one he was seeing for the first time.

Previously, he had only seen her like this in dreams, but now, everything was laid out before him for real.

To the former him, all this had been a luxury he dared not entertain.

His fingers caressed her face, and, forehead touching hers, his voice was slightly hoarse: "Yaoyao."

"Hmm?" Ying Zijin's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

This was her first marriage.

She valued it greatly.

"Shall we?" Fu Yunshen's hand moved down, intertwining their fingers, chuckling lowly, "We agreed, let's get married."

After all, this was just the first.

The upcoming global trip was something he hadn't told her yet, planning to act first and explain later.

Once he ran off with her, she'd be his.

Ying Zijin nodded, "Hmm."

Ling Mianxi looked at the girl who had already stood up, like waking from a dream: "Shoes! The shoes haven't been found yet! No, you can't go!"

She had hidden the shoes in a perfect spot.

Fu Yunshen had no chance of finding them.

If they couldn't be found, they couldn't take the bride away.

As soon as she said it, she saw Fu Yunshen had already picked Ying Zijin up horizontally in his arms.

Glancing at her lazily, he said, "Don't need them."

Then, Fu Yunshen spoke again, "Yun Shan."

"Here, here." Yun Shan immediately ran in with a pair of new red embroidered shoes, "Young master, right here."

Fu Yunshen's arm strength was astonishing.

With one hand carrying the girl in his embrace, he patiently put her shoes on with the other.

After putting them on, he still carried her as he walked out without even turning back.

Ling Mianxi: "..."

Everything she had meticulously arranged was undone by this shameless man who had no martial ethics.

"Xiao Mian." Nie Yi spoke, his voice deep, "Don't try to stop him anymore; if we delay further, he might just tear the roof down."

Ling Mianxi: "...Stop talking, I believe it."

Nie Yi paused for a long moment, then spoke again: "Xiao Mian, when will we get married?"

"Our wedding definitely can't be like this; you must know, this is a trap for outsiders," Ling Mianxi spread her hands, "I would never set a trap for myself."

Nie Yi chuckled softly, squeezing her hand, "Alright."

The wedding was held in a luxurious courtyard in Shanghai City, all designed in a traditional Chinese style.

There were little hills and flowing water, with birds singing and flowers fragrant.

The courtyard was large enough to accommodate a few thousand guests.

For such a major event as Fu Yunshen's wedding, Yuh Shaoyun also had to come out from the Ancient Martial World.

He didn't sit in a place of honor but joined the guest seating.

To spend his latter years with Fu Liuying and watch Fu Yunshen marry and have children.

There were regrets, but he was also content.

In this life, he had made some mistakes, but he had also gained truly hard-earned happiness.

Old Master Zhong was grinning ear to ear, snapping photos non-stop, live broadcasting for the friends who couldn't attend.

Ying Tianlv was genuinely happy for Ying Zijin.

Fate had brought them together.

If not, given Ying Zijin's status as the eldest daughter of the main house, she would never have come to Shanghai City in this life.

However, just as he started applauding, he got kicked.

Ying Tianlv's expression stiffened, "Grandfather?"

"Do you see, do you see?" Old Master Zhong switched faces instantly, grabbing Ying Tianlv's ear, "Zijin is married, and you? Where's your girlfriend?"

"Oh, I forgot, you, with no emotional intelligence and only business acumen, are too much of a dead bore to have a girlfriend."

Ying Tianlv: "..."

Having a fashion-forward grandfather who was always surfing the internet was not a great experience.

Ying Tianlv sighed, "Grandfather, I'm not even thirty, why worry?"

"Why worry?" Old Master Zhong rolled his eyes, "Once you're thirty, you'll be an old leftover man; see which girl would want you then."

With no words to retort, Ying Tianlv chose to say nothing more.

At the entrance, guests were entering in single file.

Yun Shan, Yun Wu, and Yun Shui, who had been called back, were all there, responsible for greeting guests.

The elders of the Judicial Hall weren't idle either, too impatient to wait for the Imperial Capital event and hurried over to help out.

"Patriarch Manson, this way please."

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