Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1203: Daughter of the Tushan Family, Marrying a Good Man Today

Chapter 1203: Chapter 1203: Daughter of the Tushan Family, Marrying a Good Man Today

Before the wedding banquet ended, Qin Ruan made an appearance again.

After a few hours of sleep, her complexion was no longer pale; instead, she looked radiant. The modernized traditional bridal outfit she wore made her even more stunning, exuding a gentle and grand temperament.

The bridal gown, not too loose, revealed her belly, now more than five months pregnant.

Huo Yunjiao changed into a wedding gown of the same color as Qin Ruan’s; both of them, beaming with joy, wandered hand in hand among the guests.

Ling Xiaoxuan attended the banquet today. She was not in her strict Tianxing Team uniform but in a dress that softened her bold charm into something enchantingly feminine.

She stood next to her uncle, Ling Zeheng, her gaze following the movements of the Huo couple, her eyes glued to Qin Ruan as if unable to look away.

After some time, Ling Xiaoxuan looked up at the man beside her and said, "My junior is so beautiful."

Her tone was indescribably envious, tinged largely with melancholy.

Over these past two years, she had witnessed firsthand how Qin Ruan had gradually established a solid foothold in the top social circles. Apart from the massive backing of the Huo Family, it was more about her proving her worth.

Qin Ruan kept a low profile in her actions, rarely using the Huo Family’s name to assert herself; she earned her reputation through her capabilities.

Ling Zeheng glanced down at Ling Xiaoxuan, a faint smile playing at his lips.

He remained silent, reaching out to touch her wine-red, wavy hair as it cascaded down.

Ling Xiaoxuan frowned, dodging his hand, and pouted in mock annoyance, "Don’t just touch my hair; I’m not a child anymore."

Ling Zeheng looked around, and seeing that no one was paying attention to them, he quickly lowered his head and nibbled Ling Xiaoxuan’s lip, cooing in a low voice, "Although Madam Huo is very beautiful, to me, Xiaoxuan is the prettiest."

Ling Xiaoxuan stretched out her hand to push him away, but on hearing his words, her allure deepened and her ears, adorned with tiny, exquisite diamond earrings, flushed rapidly.

Her skin was very fair, and the quick blush that spread over her fine complexion made her even more enticing.

Ling Zeheng eyed her collarbone, not fully covered by her dress, his look darkening as his voice grew husky, "Little demon, stop seducing."

Ling Xiaoxuan glared at him, "What are you talking about? You started it."

After speaking, she turned her head to look for Qin Ruan in the banquet crowd.

Unaware of how alluring her tender, dewy-eyed gaze was, Ling Zeheng felt an intense urge to pull her away from the banquet and take her somewhere secluded to have his way with her.

Ling Zeheng gently focused his energy, pacing it several times, finally suppressing the restlessness in his heart.

Following Ling Xiaoxuan’s gaze, he again saw the Huo couple.

He knew in his heart that Ling Xiaoxuan was not envious of Qin Ruan’s looks but of her ability to hold such a grand wedding with Third Master Huo and to openly embrace the person they loved.

This was something Ling Zeheng couldn’t offer Ling Xiaoxuan for the time being.

However, he believed that one day, he would make it happen, and everyone would call Ling Xiaoxuan "Mrs. Ling."

After circulating through the gala, greeting all the elder members of the Huo and Qin Families, Qin Ruan was escorted back to her chamber.

This time, the team taking care of her change and makeup were not the stylists but entirely managed by Song Qing and Huo Zhi.

She finally saw the black bridal gown that Third Master had mentioned earlier; the dark, meticulously crafted gown was both imposing and elegant, unspeakably solemn and graceful.

Qin Ruan, dressed in a heavily layered inner garment, looked at the wedding dress being brought into the bedroom by the Huo Family’s Hidden Guard, along with the coat hanger, and couldn’t help but walk over and reach out to touch the luminescent embroidery of the Red Begonia on the fabric.

Small amounts of golden thread adorned the collar and sleeves of the dress, making the material of the wedding dress feel comfortable and cool to the touch.

Song Qing stepped forward, took out the undergarment from the coat hanger, walked over to Qin Ruan, and knelt on one knee, "Madam, please disrobe."

Qin Ruan complied, and Huo Zhi, who stood nearby, slowly loosened the pale-yellow inner garment she was wearing.

Under the attendance of Song Qing and Huo Zhi, Qin Ruan donned a red bodice, followed by the undergarment, intermediates, and finally draped on the solemn and majestic black wedding dress.

After dressing, Qin Ruan stood still, her eyes fixated down on the Red Begonia embroidered on her wedding dress, lost in thought for a while before dragging the heavy tail of the dress towards the wardrobe.

She pushed open the door and clearly saw herself in the mirror directly in front.

Black is a very powerful color; it not only conveys solemnity, elegance, stability, and mystery but also signifies sorrow, death, and sin in some cultures.

The wedding dress on Qin Ruan, with black, gold, and red, completely shed any sense of coldness.

It was no longer about warmth or coolness, but a natural color combination, perfectly fitting and mysteriously solid – the most classic and perfect match.

The conjunction of black with gold and red spoke of grandeur and splendor.

Qin Ruan, looking at herself in the mirror clad in the wedding dress, slowly curved her attractive red lips.

Huo Zhi and Song Qing exchanged glances, knowing the Madam was pleased.

The sky outside had darkened, and Qin Ruan sat properly at the head of the bed, holding a jade plate filled with exquisite pastries, shaking her legs hidden under the wedding gown’s skirts, looking quite content.

The door was knocked upon, Qin Ruan blinked, swallowed the food in her mouth, and stuffed the remaining piece of pastry into Huo Zhi’s arms.

Song Qing had already gone to open the door.

Qin Ruan thought it would be Huo Yunjiao, but to her surprise, it was Xia Yunchen.

He wore exquisite silk cyan clothes, a light cyan sash hanging around his waist with a sheep-fat jade pendant, his hair collected within a jade crown and the rest flowing down like a waterfall neatly behind him, his face handsome and ethereal as if exiled from heaven.

Those once gentle and handsome features, now otherworldly and divine, naturally exuded an innate noble charisma, and his restrained arrogance unobtrusively emerged.

Xia Yunchen, not having seen him for nearly a year, had truly changed.

Qin Ruan’s eyes flickered slightly, a complex and obscure light showing within.

Xia Yunchen, lowering his hand from the knock, showed a gentle smile on his distinct face, his deep eyes staring at the bride sitting inside.

"Qin Ruan, I’m here to fetch you."

Qin Ruan frowned, confusion and an inscrutable depth surfacing in her eyes, "Why is it you?"

"The wedding tonight was supposed to be attended by the eldest young master of the Qin Family to escort you, but he had to leave due to sudden matters, so I and the Third Master volunteered to see you there."

As Xia Yunchen finished, Changyuan, dressed in a black robe, Lan An in a light green brocade robe, and Hu Yixian, who had changed back into men’s attire of a white robe, entered; the last to enter was Hu Yixian.

He locked gazes with Qin Ruan, blinked gently, and his sunny, seductive face broke into an affectionate smile.

The four who entered all emanated an enshrouding ethereal aura, with only Hu Yixian having both demonic energy and ethereal aura.