The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife
Chapter 363 - 366. Wedding 1 (15 updates)

Chapter 363: 366. Wedding 1 (15 updates)

Wen Xiyao’s eyes twirled, "Well, as a young lady who’s both talented and attractive with a likeable personality, naturally people would line up from here to the front door of my house. So, you should feel honored to be with me right now."

Shen Jun Yu played along, "Indeed. My Lady Wen, being able to marry you in this life must mean I saved the Milky Way in my past life."

Wen Xiyao burst out laughing, "Shen Jun Yu, did you drink honey water this morning?"

Shen Jun Yu softened his gaze, "No, these sweet nothings are reserved for you alone."

Wen Xiyao shook her head and covered Shen Jun Yu’s mouth with her hand, "Stop it. If you keep going, I’ll get dizzy from all your sweet talk. Shen Jun Yu, are you doing this on purpose? Are you trying to make me swoon so I will love you desperately for a lifetime?"

Her tone was fierce, but her face was lit up with a brilliant smile. Shen Jun Yu stuck out his tongue, tenderly licking the center of her palm, causing Wen Xiyao’s ears to instantly turn red as she withdrew her hand.

Shen Jun Yu spoke, "Hmm, you’ve caught me. I am doing this intentionally. I don’t just want you to love me devotedly in this life; in the next, and the one after that, I still want to meet you and be your lifelong partner."

Wen Xiyao hugged his neck tightly, "Shen Jun Yu, remember you said this. I take things seriously. If in the next life you don’t find me and end up with another woman, when we meet on Naihe Bridge, I’ll make you pay."

Shen Jun Yu replied with a smile, "Alright."

Wen Xiyao smiled with her eyes curved joyfully, looking at their overlapping shadows in the sunlight, "Shen Jun Yu, I’m so glad to have met you. I am truly grateful for that initial collision."

Who knew that such a bump would result in this kind of destiny?

When they were a few hundred meters from the Wen Family’s home, Wen Xiyao had Shen Jun Yu let her down, and they walked back holding hands. By the time they arrived, Du Nan was no longer there. Wen Xiyao didn’t even ask why Du Nan came to the house, as it had nothing to do with her.

**

Beijing, the sixth day of the lunar year, today was Fang Tong and Li Bo Ming’s wedding.

Shen Qinglan got up early in the morning. Although she wasn’t a bridesmaid, she couldn’t be late for her good friend’s wedding.

Fu Hengyi was accompanying her to the wedding today, but since Shen Qinglan was heading to the Fang Family’s home first, they didn’t leave together. "Are you sure you can get there by yourself later?" Shen Qinglan asked.

Fu Hengyi nodded, "Yes, no problem. The family driver will take me there. By the time you arrive, I should be there too. I’ll wait for you at the church."

"Okay, then I’ll head off first," said Shen Qinglan.

Arriving at the Fang Family’s home, Fang Tong had already started her makeup. Looking at the white wedding dress on her, Shen Qinglan felt a momentary daze. Yu Xiaoxuan, as the maid of honor for the day, had also arrived. Seeing Shen Qinglan’s pregnant belly, she quickly stood up to help Shen Qinglan sit down.

Shen Qinglan said speechlessly, "Xiaoxuan, it’s not that serious yet."

Yu Xiaoxuan replied, "Seeing your big belly always makes me feel on edge."

"What are you on edge about? You’ve played a pregnant woman in a TV drama before, haven’t you?" Fang Tong joined in.

Yu Xiaoxuan pouted, "That’s different, that was fake. Qinglan’s is real. I have to be careful, if anything happened to my godson, I would be beside myself with grief, right, my precious godson?"

Fang Tong rubbed her arms, feeling goosebumps, "Yu Xiaoxuan, please stop it. You’re giving me goosebumps. If my makeup gets ruined, it’s going to be your fault."

Yu Xiaoxuan rolled her eyes, "It’s clearly your own nerves, and yet you’re blaming me."

Shen Qinglan watched them with amusement; the sight of these two bickering like an old married couple was indeed a happy thing.

Fang Tong’s wedding was a Western-style ceremony. Originally, Li Bo Ming wanted a Chinese-style wedding, especially since Shen Qinglan had a Chinese-style wedding that Fang Tong had admired. However, after discussions between both families, they felt a Western-style wedding would be more suitable.

Western-style weddings were a bit simpler to prepare compared to Chinese ceremonies. Fang Tong and Li Bo Ming had set their wedding date quite close, and preparing the Chinese wedding attire was an extensive endeavor. They didn’t want to settle for just any wedding clothing, so in the end, they chose a Western ceremony.

For her wedding today, Fang Tong naturally had more than just Yu Xiaoxuan as bridesmaids; she also had two classmates from their university days. Just then, they arrived, and one of them was, surprisingly, Tan Yuxin.

Tan Yuxin saw Shen Qinglan and her smile was shy, "Qinglan, long time no see."

Shen Qinglan’s lips curled slightly. Since their graduation in June, she hadn’t really seen these classmates. She was rather surprised to learn that Fang Tong and Tan Yuxin were close. Perhaps sensing Shen Qinglan’s confusion, Fang Tong spoke up to explain, "Yuxin is now working at Junlan Group with me, in the same department." It’s just that she went to the overseas branch after the New Year and wouldn’t be returning to the country for a while.

Shen Qinglan’s impression of another bridesmaid wasn’t strong; she seemed to recall her name was Peng Bailin.

Peng Bailin got along well with Fang Tong during their school days but wasn’t familiar with Shen Qinglan. After greeting Shen Qinglan, she sat off to the side.

When Li Bo Ming arrived to pick up the bridal party, all three bridesmaids went out to give the groom a hard time, leaving Shen Qinglan alone with Fang Tong. Seeing Fang Tong sitting motionless on the bed, Shen Qinglan’s lips lifted slightly, "Feeling nervous?"

At the question, Fang Tong nodded, "Yeah, nervous. Qinglan, were you nervous when you got married?"

"Nervous. But not too nervous." After all, she and Fu Hengyi had registered their marriage first and only held the wedding ceremony a year later. Naturally, she was much calmer compared to Fang Tong.

Fang Tong spoke softly, "Qinglan, even I didn’t expect myself to end up with Li Bo Ming. We were really good friends as kids, then as he went abroad, we lost touch, and eventually, we had no contact at all. And I used to like... I thought I’d never fall in love again." Ding Minghui’s betrayal had been a huge blow to Fang Tong, to say she felt utterly disillusioned was an understatement.

"While I was abroad, Li Bo Ming would often look for different reasons to visit me. I wasn’t oblivious to his affections, and I even rejected him at times, but in the end, I succumbed to his persistence."

"Do you love him?" asked Shen Qinglan.

Fang Tong thought for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, I love him. This love is different from what I felt for Ding Minghui; it’s not as fiery, more like a cup of warm water—mild and gentle, yet it puts me at ease. With Bo Ming, I feel stable and secure. Maybe I’ll never love someone as recklessly as I did with Ding Minghui, but I cherish the gentle flow of life now."

Shen Qinglan observed the tenderness in Fang Tong’s eyes, a serenity that was different from her past brightness, one cultivated by the passing years.

"That’s good. He loves you more than you love him; you’ll be very happy," Shen Qinglan said.

Fang Tong nodded, "Yeah, I will be happy. My greatest wish has always been to marry the man I love, then have a lovely child, to cook for him, and raise our child together. Qinglan, do you think I’m too unambitious? That all I aspire to is to be a good wife and mother?" She couldn’t help but chuckle as she said this.

"Such aspirations are wonderful," Shen Qinglan replied. "That’s the life I’m living right now."

"It’s different for us. You have your own career. You’re a renowned young artist now, with your paintings selling for millions."

"It’s no different. Painting is just my hobby; my focus now is on my husband and child."

Fang Tong looked at Shen Qinglan, "Two years ago, I couldn’t have imagined you becoming a devoted wife and mother. I always thought you would be the last among us to get married." After all, Shen Qinglan’s temperament was what it was, and she didn’t interact much with the opposite sex at school.

Shen Qinglan’s eyes smiled with amusement. Not just Fang Tong, even she hadn’t anticipated that one day a man would step into her life, becoming someone she cherished as much as life itself.

"Are you going back to work at the overseas branch after the New Year?" Shen Qinglan inquired.

Fang Tong nodded, "Yes. I’m going to stay there for two years." That was one of the conditions for her position abroad.

"If you want to come back, I can speak to my brother for you."

"No need, I’ve discussed it with Li Bo Ming and my family," Fang Tong declined. Shen Junyu had approached her a while ago with the same offer—if she wanted to return to China, he could make arrangements—but she had refused.

"Qinglan, I’m not someone with great career ambitions, but neither do I give up halfway through. I’ve started this, so I’ll see it through."

Seeing that Fang Tong had thought it through, Shen Qinglan naturally didn’t press the matter. Just then, Yu Xiaoxuan and the others entered; it seemed Li Bo Ming had managed to get through the final challenge set by them.

Yu Xiaoxuan was bubbling with excitement; anyone would think she was the bride today.

By the time Li Bo Ming cleared the last hurdle created by Yu Xiaoxuan and the group, the time was almost right. A thin layer of sweat adorned Bo Ming’s forehead as he gazed tenderly and adoringly at Fang Tong.

"Tongtong, I’ve come to fetch you," he said with a smile, extending his hand towards Fang Tong.

Fang Tong quietly observed the large hand in front of her and gently placed hers in his.