Mated at First Sight
Chapter 809 - 541: Lord Jing’s Foreknowledge (First Update)

Chapter 809: Chapter 541: Lord Jing’s Foreknowledge (First Update)

Even Mu Lin couldn’t fathom Mi Zheng’s true thoughts in the slightest.

"So amazing!" everyone exclaimed, no wonder they had never seen such a flower; and this flower indeed looked like an artificial one, just like its name suggested.

The following time passed slowly amidst Mu Lin’s pondering and several young girls’ curiosity.

Finally, the auspicious moment had arrived.

Gong Muxue covered Mu Lin’s head with the veil, her lips curved into a smile, eyes brimming with tears.

She was crying tears of joy.

Soon, Jing Chen ascended the stairs, the wedding chaperone laid a red silk in the hands of both, her bright red lips filled with smiles, "A red silk connects two people, bound for eternity through all lifetimes; bride and groom, we can proceed now."

To her, this was the most well-matched bride and groom she had ever seen, especially dressed in such traditional Chinese attire.

Especially the groom; the wedding chaperone had seen grooms dressed in this attire before, but never one who wore it with such handsome grace—this was her first.

If she were ten-plus years younger, she would have certainly pursued and seduced him.

These were the deep musings of the wedding chaperone, of course, they could only be musings.

All other ceremonies had already been completed earlier when picking up the bride, and now, it was time to proceed with the bride and groom for the official wedding ceremony.

Stepping over the fire pit to dispel bad fortune; paying respects to heaven and earth, to parents, and bowing as husband and wife, step by step, tightly holding the red silk in hand, looking at the bride walking beside him, Jing Chen’s heart softened beyond words.

Finally, he had been waiting for this moment.

Though the wedding was traditional, Modern Times differ from the past, so after paying respects to heaven and earth came the unveiling of the bride, the shared bridal cup, and acknowledgment with tea; step by step, under the witness of all their friends and family, Mu Lin at last truly became Jing Chen’s wife.

Looking at the well-matched couple in front of them, the two old gentlemen were grinning ear to ear, their faces blooming like flowers in their wrinkles, their smiles never faltering for the whole day; the several elders from the main family shared full-faced smiles, their eyes brimming with sincere blessings; to be honest, they felt a bit envious of Old Master Gong for finding such a fine successor.

That being said, not a single person from the Tang Family appeared here.

Because Old Master Gong had not bothered to invite them; there was no longer any false necessity.

The relationship between the Gong Family and the Tang Family, this time, was completely severed.

Sitting at the bottom, watching the well-matched couple above, Mi Zheng drank glass after glass of liquor; by now, he even began to regret not storming the wedding.

Zhou sat beside Mi Zheng, feeling inexplicably, for the first time, that his Young Master was somewhat pitiable, and he found himself wanting to offer sympathy.

The Young Master genuinely liked the new Miss of the Gong Family, it was just unfortunate that the one she loved was not the Young Master, and she was now marrying someone else.

Actually, it really was a pity, the Young Master and Miss Gong, truly seemed well-matched.

In Zhou’s eyes, Mu Lin and Mi Zheng were the most well-matched, this was his intuition; of course, he didn’t deny Jing Chen’s exceptional qualities, evident from the way so many women below looked at him.

The wedding concluded amidst everyone’s blessings—a whole day of fatigue, practically from dawn till dusk, until finally, they had some time to catch their breath.

As for those eager to tease the newlyweds in their bridal chamber, they were promptly dismissed by a faint glance from Old Master Jing.

Indeed, Old Master Jing was truly impressive.

Reaching out to help Mu Lin take off her phoenix crown and remove her outer garment, Jing Chen gently pressed on her shoulders, "Tired, aren’t you?" He was tired himself, so Mu Lin must be even more so; after all, she was carrying their child.

"Yes," Mu Lin’s voice was soft, seemingly imbued with a hint of coquettishness, "I am really tired; had I known, I wouldn’t have agreed to such an ordeal." She was extremely regretful now, "We already got our marriage certificate anyway, what was the point of all these unnecessary formalities."

Jing Chen chuckled lightly, "It’s been hard on you." It indeed had been hard on her, but he had wanted to give her a grand wedding ceremony.

"How’s the baby?" Jing Chen suddenly became worried.

"Don’t worry." Mu Lin leaned slightly towards him, "Though it’s been tiring, the baby is fine; don’t forget, this is our child."

Their child, how could it be affected by just this bit of hardship, that would be too fragile.

"Whatever the lady says is right," Old Master Jing readily agreed; clucking his tongue... Old Master Jing seemed destined to become the ultimate doting husband, and he was thoroughly content with it.

Mu Lin nodded in satisfaction, a smile on his face, yet tinged with a hint of fatigue.

Having truly held a wedding, it was only at this moment that both felt they were truly married.

How wonderful.

"How wonderful," Mu Lin uttered the sentiment she was feeling before she even realized she had said it out loud.

Jing Chen looked down at her with a slight frown of confusion, "What’s wonderful?" He wondered if she meant the pressure he was applying while massaging her.

With a slight lift of her lips, Mu Lin looked up at him, the light twinkling warmly in her eyes, "I mean, it’s wonderful to be married to you." Mu Lin was gradually falling in love with her current life, a life with him in it.

She thought to herself how it seemed she could never return to her former life; she was utterly unwilling to leave behind everything she now had.

Family, lover, friends, children—all these had become the bonds of Mu Lin’s present life.

He understood.

Pushing him away gently with both hands, Mu Lin looked at him, her lips, swollen and red, curved into a wry smile, "Young Master, have you forgotten something important?" Judging by his look, she guessed he had completely forgotten.

"What?" Young Master Jing truly seemed a step behind, and Mu Lin raised an eyebrow. However, this time, Jing Chen finally snapped out of it.

Just a moment ago, he truly had forgotten that Mu Lin was pregnant; he remembered one second before, but...

Indeed, the person in his arms was a "Fairy," one who could make him utterly lose his reason and everything else.

But, he was filled with an overwhelming love and an indescribable happiness.

Bending down, he kissed Mu Lin’s lips once more, "It’s me who forgot." However, "Ten months is just too torturous." He spoke the truth; it was indeed torturous.

Right now, every second was a struggle for him.

Suddenly, Jing Chen seemed to recall something, his eyes lighting up with surprise as he looked at Mu Lin, "Madam, there’s no need to say more afterward."

His subordinates had told him, though he didn’t know if it was true; Jing Chen was really clueless about such matters.

When the time comes, will it truly be possible?

What a pity.

"There indeed is such a saying, you’re not wrong," Mu Lin nodded, but, "However, we haven’t reached the three-month mark yet." Even if they had.

"Young Master, during the pregnancy," for the sake of the child, Young Master, you’ll just have to endure.

Jing Chen sighed, "Let’s just have this one child." One child was enough; there was no need for many.

If only he had been more careful before, he thought to himself. Look at him now, the one ’suffering’ was himself.

"Young Master’s wedding night, Madam..." Jing Chen looked at Mu Lin, his face full of grievance.

The one and only wedding night of his life seemed to be going down the drain, leaving him feeling quite wronged.

With a "pfft," Mu Lin suddenly laughed. Looking at Jing Chen, who was laughing heartily, she truly felt that at this moment, her Young Master resembled a child denied candy, utterly endearing.

Her Young Master, was he trying to be cute?

Licking his lips, Jing Chen, still unsatisfied, wanted more kisses, but he feared he wouldn’t be able to control himself if they continued, and so he simply drew Mu Lin closer into his embrace, his chin resting on her head,

It was just a fleeting thought, but Jing Chen had already begun to plan it out in his mind; only the future would tell if he would truly have a chance to act on it.

Hearing Jing Chen’s words, Mu Lin’s smile at the corners of her mouth was one of resigned amusement.

Her Young Master, never took things seriously.

But she liked it.

With these thoughts, she turned and walked towards the bathroom.