Chapter 1997: Chapter 1998: The Wedding of the Century 3

Li Shengxiao took Rong Yan’s hand from his, equally deep and elegant, "I don’t make promises lightly. Since I’ve promised, I will definitely keep it!"

Chu Aotian released Rong Yan’s hand, his resolute brow relaxing, "I hope you will be true to your word."

Looking at the couple holding hands, his tone softened, "Little Yan is in your hands now. She is my most precious treasure. You know how hard it was for us to find her. I hope you treat her well. It’s not a threat; I’m pleading with you to be good to her. Remember the promise you made to our family today."

He patted Li Shengxiao’s shoulder, his voice touched, "... This is a father’s plea."

Li Shengxiao met his gaze and nodded, "I won’t forget what I said."

"That’s good." He breathed a sigh of relief and said emotionally, "Her mother and I missed her first twenty years, we didn’t protect her well. We just hope that from now on, she lives happily ever after."

He glanced at Li Shengxiao, speaking with deep meaning, "Don’t let down the expectations your mother and I have for you!"

Letting them down is one thing, but letting down his daughter, whom he had regretted over for half his life, he would not easily forgive!

"I understand."

"Good."

With words said up to this point, he couldn’t possibly hold them back any longer.

Chu Aotian reluctantly placed their hands together, solemnly instructing, "Now that you’re married, stay together well. Dad will always support you. Go on."

Li Shengxiao held Rong Yan’s hand, lowered his head, and softly said, "Let’s go."

*

The host had long been waiting for the handoff between the father and the groom to complete.

Upon hearing, he immediately said, "Thank you to our father, the father can step off the stage now and take a seat."

"Groom, please lead the bride to the front of the stage, and in the presence of our witnesses, make your vows to each other."

The priest had been waiting there.

When the two walked hand in hand before him, he immediately chanted a long string of praises in the native language toward the heavens, then looked directly at them and said.

"This is a sacred ceremony."

"Groom." He looked at Li Shengxiao, and using accented Mandarin, asked: "Mr. Li, before you stands the graceful and beautiful, gentle and kind Miss Rong, please lift her hand to look at her, and tenderly say: Will you hold my hand and walk together for a lifetime?"

Rong Yan’s heart was pounding like a drum.

Her hand had already been lifted, held aloft, as those eyes, darker than the night, gazed at her, the deep voice softly asked, "Yanyan, will you hold my hand and walk together for a lifetime?"

So many pairs of eyes were watching her.

Rong Yan glanced around and saw Lin Zhiya holding Little Baby, eyes red as she waved at her, and Jiang Chenyue, her eyes equally red, leaning on Chu Aotian’s shoulder, Gu Linxi, Qi Yue, Cui Jiangjing, Qin Jun, Fu Yi... all the people she knew were there, each face radiating a smile of blessing.

She turned back, refocusing on the man standing in front of her, took a deep breath, and answered resolutely, "I do."

Initially, during the secret marriage, if he had asked her if she was willing, she definitely wouldn’t have been.

Now, having gone through so many things with him, she understood her heart, liking this man was an easy thing to do, and when such a man loves and spoils you, falling for him is even easier.

She’s not a goddess, she’s very ordinary, just a normal person, so liking him, falling in love with him, is too natural for her.

The girl’s porcelain-white skin held a faint pink blush, as vibrant as just-bloomed peach blossoms, her bright, water-like eyes holding a light, reflecting his silhouette.

Li Shengxiao nearly lost control, wanting to embrace her and kiss her.

But he clenched his fist, stifling the urge.

The priest smiled and followed up with, "Groom, when the years have passed, when your wife’s youth is gone, and beauty fades, are you still willing to hold her hand and grow old together?"

The old man’s noisy voice wasn’t pleasant, quite bothersome to hear.

He didn’t believe in gods, never trusted charlatans.

Yet at this moment, he wanted a god to witness.

"I do."

Three words, almost without hesitation!

He’s long in illness, she’s his medicine.

In his eyes, no matter what she looks like, she’s always the prettiest!

Prettier than anyone!

The priest wanted to say more, but he had already taken the girl’s hand before him, placing the ring he prepared for two years onto Rong Yan’s finger, with a deep voice, "Today, two families unite, a hall convenes, a good match forever bound, jointly named. On this day of blooming peach blossoms, a good house, good family, in hope that the years bring forth endless progeny, prosperity theirs to share. By this white-haired promise, inscribed in letter, may the red leaf alliance, be clearly recorded. This is witnessed!"

A loop suddenly appeared on her index finger, Rong Yan lowered her head, hearing the man’s deep, husky voice murmur by her ear, "Through the drifting years, our hearts remain unchanged!"

Through the drifting years, our hearts remain unchanged!

She lifted her head, falling into the man’s eyes full of deep affection, seeing him lean down by her ear, enclosing her in his arms, and whispered, "Hello, Mrs. Li!"

Rong Yan’s racing heart settled back into her chest, reaching out to embrace his waist, inhaling the familiar scent of rosemary and mint from him, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, bright eyes brimming with a smile, she silently recited in her heart: For the rest of our lives, guide us well.

The afternoon sunlight shone upon the two of them, the room full of guests collectively clapped, and amid the blessings, rose champagne petals fell before Rong Yan’s eyes, a kiss lifted the veil, falling upon her lips.

Domineering yet focused.

Just like himself, entering her life in a sudden manner...

Hello, Mr. Li!

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