My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 200: Three Letters and Six Betrothal Gifts, Marrying with a Matchmaker. (Grand Finale 1)

Chapter 200: Chapter 200: Three Letters and Six Betrothal Gifts, Marrying with a Matchmaker. (Grand Finale 1)

Two weeks later, Fu Ying’s pregnancy symptoms became noticeable. It wasn’t nausea or vomiting; she just got hungry easily. At home, Li Ruolan always prepared some snacks and fruits for her to eat.

In school, she would pack all sorts of small snacks and cookies for her. Lin Lishan often saw her munching on something yet never saw her gain weight.

Lin Lishan noticed her pregnancy symptoms. "So it seems your pregnancy is quite apparent now."

Fu Ying nodded: "Just that I get easily hungry."

Lin Lishan pinched her face: "Eating so much, yet you don’t seem to put on any weight."

Fu Ying frowned and pulled away her hand: "Stop pinching."

Lishan clicked her tongue: "Didn’t you say you were going to ask for leave? Hurry and go."

"Then I’ll get going." Fu Ying glanced at the time, three in the afternoon, and got up to pack her books and apply for leave.

Lin Lishan nodded, and without raising her head, waved her hand dismissively: "Mhm, take care."

Fu Ying took a week off for marital leave, spending the whole time at her parents’ house, waiting to be married off.

With the wedding approaching, Fu Mingchuan was in good spirits. In the upstairs study, he was on the phone calling relatives and friends to join the wedding banquet, his voice boisterous and clearly delighted.

"Grandma, I’m going to get married," she said.

Grandma was watching television, her favorite pastime since her cognition had become blurred.

She could sit obediently all day watching old TV series.

When Fu Ying spoke to her, she paid no attention, leading Fu Ying to sigh: "Wait until the day you see your granddaughter get married off."

"Oh, okay."

It was uncertain if she understood, but she nodded and agreed, eyes still glued to the TV. Like an old child.

During the two days Fu Ying stayed at her mother’s house, she couldn’t find a comfortable way to lie down, always feeling like something was missing beside her.

Tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, her affection deepening to the point of clinginess.

She dialed Shen Liguang’s number on her phone, which he answered immediately.

At that time, Shen Liguang was listening to Li Ruolan’s lectures, which circled around a few repeated themes.

Be good to Yingying.

Whatever Yingying says, goes.

Don’t bully Yingying. After getting married, she’s still someone’s precious daughter.

Although Shen Liguang found Li Ruolan’s nagging a bit much, he obediently nodded along.

In the end, Li Ruolan paused and felt it was necessary to remind him: "Once she’s pregnant, you should abstain from intimacy, especially in the first three months, as it’s easy to miscarry."

Just as Shen Liguang nodded, the call from the young miss came through.

Li Ruolan, seeing the slight smile in his eyes, understood who was on the phone and excused herself into the bedroom.

"What’s the matter?"

The man’s voice was very gentle, warming her heart. Fu Ying whispered softly, "Brother, I can’t sleep."

"Excited?"

Fu Ying’s ears turned red, and she murmured a faint "Mhm."

"Brother is happy, too."

Fu Ying shyly pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes curving into crescents.

"What kind of wedding do you want?"

"Just like how people got married in ancient times," Fu Ying mused, speaking off the top of her head, "Phoenix Crown and Feather Robe, ten miles of bridal makeup, three letters and six betrothal gifts, a proper and formal wedding."

"Alright."

...

Time passed quickly, and they originally planned to take wedding photos, but since Fu Ying was pregnant and couldn’t endure the stress, they decided against it.

Then the wedding day arrived, and Fu Ying was pulled out of bed by Xia Jinyun at five in the morning to get her makeup and change into her dress.

Throughout the process, Fu Ying was in a daze, wanting to sleep, until she donned the Phoenix Crown and Feather Robe. She stared blankly at herself in the mirror.

The outfit was custom-made and fit her perfectly.

Bright red, without any complicated patterns, and the Phoenix Crown was simple yet elegant.

That very night, just on a casual remark from her, he took it seriously, looking up information and watching videos to understand how people in ancient times got married.

"You look beautiful in this dress, just like an ancient bride," Lin Lishan said, her eyes filled with joy as she watched her.

For some reason, Fu Ying suddenly felt her eyes turning red, but she didn’t cry, just smiled with watery eyes.

The mother who loved her wouldn’t see this day of her daughter’s wedding.

"Why are your eyes red? It’s your wedding day; you shouldn’t cry."

Lishan might not have meant to make things worse, but upon hearing those words, tears that wouldn’t have fallen started to drop onto her hands.

Lishan couldn’t bear to see her like this and her eyes reddened too.

"Alright, if you cry any more, you’ll ruin the makeup," Lishan said as she took out a tissue to wipe away the tears. "Aiyah, why are you like this? Stop crying, you’re making me cry too."

"I’m not crying, I’m happy."

Little Shenghui stepped forward and tugged at Fu Ying’s dress, comforting her like a warm-hearted little gentleman: "Little auntie... don’t cry... you’ll look ugly, and your uncle won’t like you anymore."

Fu Ying was amused to laughter.

Little Shenghui was so close to her younger brother back then, it’s good now that he’s become a warm-hearted little guy.

It’s almost noon, Shen Liguang has come to pick up the bride.

All his playful high school friends came, and it was especially lively.

Fu Ying sat in the room, listening to the raucous noise outside.

But it’s not vulgar, just aiming for a lively atmosphere.

Fu Ying held a red fan in front of her face; her hand was a bit sore, and when she was being lazy, she saw him push the door open and enter.

The man was dressed in a red brocade robe with a gold embroidery and black edges, decorated with an elegant hollowed-out bamboo leaf pattern and a gold-thread-edged jade belt around his waist.

Fu Ying was stunned for a moment, quickly covering her face with the red fan, her lips turning up at the corners.

He was indeed as handsome as back then, a valiant and fearless general.

In the carriage, Shen Liguang told her that except for the absence of a horse-drawn carriage, everything else was done according to the ancient way of marrying.

Fu Ying’s face behind the red fan blushed with shyness.

She glanced sideways at Shen Liguang and quickly withdrew her gaze before he noticed.

Shen Liguang’s mouth curled up, and he asked softly, "Why are you looking at your brother?"

Fu Ying whispered, "If it were ancient times, you would surely be a general."

The little girl seemed to have an inexplicable fixation on heroes, always calling him general.

"Are you a level-ten fan of period dramas?"

Fu Ying looked up almost dropping the fan: "No."

"Then call me husband in the future."

"But, I’m used to calling you brother."

"Calling me brother is fine too." He suddenly leaned in close and whispered lewd words, making Fu Ying’s ears turn red.

He laughed uncontrollably, his eyebrows lifted, eyes brimming with laughter, and that mole exuded amorous warmth.

...

The car stopped in front of an ancient house, who knows where he had found it.

Once inside the courtyard, a grey stone path led straight to the hall.

The hall door had four dark red fan-shaped doors, the two in the middle slightly ajar.

Red lanterns hung on the doors, adorned with big red ’happiness’ characters.

Both sides of the courtyard were lined with people, family and friends from both sides; they were probably astonished by this kind of wedding, all staring at them.

In the middle of the hall, Li Ruolan sat upright, a smile in her eyes.

Fu Ying followed Shen Liguang, stepping over the threshold, and after the ceremony of paying respects to heaven and earth, the wedding was complete, Fu Ying felt as if she were in a dream.

Wu Xiaowu and Qian Zheng whispered to each other privately: "This wedding is really special, I thought I had time-traveled."

"Don’t talk nonsense, the boss looks pretty handsome in that outfit."

"That’s for sure, after all, he’s the top in terms of looks in the team."

"The little sister-in-law really looks like an ancient beauty."

"...Yeah."

A few of them bent down and whispered, discussing, and mentioned Fu Ying’s name.

Upon hearing this, someone looked back and then left in disappointment.

Wen Tian lowered his eyes, smiled, and placed the out-of-place fresh flowers on the stone table in the courtyard.

It turns out we were never merely missing out on intimacy.

I thought your wedding would be in a white gown, but it turns out you wanted the Phoenix Crown and Feather Robe.

...

When Fu Ying was sent back to the bridal chamber, her brother drove the car, all was well, and suddenly he started to tear up.

Fu Ying lowered her eyes slightly and asked softly, "What’s making you cry, brother?"

"I’m not crying."

Hearing her brother’s stubborn tone, Fu Ying laughed: "If you’re crying, you’re crying, no need to deny it."

"I was infected by dad, who likes to cry anyway?"

When she was bowing with Shen Liguang just now, Fu Mingchuan started to cry while watching.

He surreptitiously wiped away tears, and in that moment, Fu Ying felt a tug at her heart.

"The family home is very close, come back whenever."

Fu Ying nodded: "Okay."