CH 25

Jin Menglu had come to Boyue Longhu for dinner with the adults of her family today and happened to see this scene when passing by the lawn. On the lakeside lawn at sunset, a couple was kissing lingeringly under the pastor’s benevolent eyes. The band was playing the sacred wedding march, and the guests were standing up and applauding to offer blessings to the couple. The dreamiest thing was that a group of white doves were fluttering in the sky behind the couple.! Jin Menglu clutched her little heart tightly. When she grew up, she would also get married in Boyue Longhu!

She had nothing to do, so she walked to the edge of the lawn wedding, and wanted to ask which wedding company designed the set, but when she took a closer look, she gasped – this groom was clearly Ji Wenfeng, who had been in the limelight recently in school!

Jin Menglu immediately took a picture and sent it to the group of girlfriends: “My God! Ji Wenfeng got married in Boyue Longhu today!”

Best Friend A: “Huh? Is he married? Isn’t he just as old as us?”

Best Friend B: “Maybe he is an American citizen?”

Best friend C: “Americans can’t get married so early! Who is his wife?!”

Jin Menglu took a few photos of Lu Rong’s back: “I don’t know! But she has a good figure! This back! This waistline!!! I’ll have to do yoga for several years to be as thin as her?!”

Best friend A, B and C: “[Lemon] [Lemon] [Lemon]”

Best friend C passed this news to her girlfriends in Class 1 Ding: “Is this Ji Wenfeng?!”

Class 1’s girlfriend Ding made a voice: “Fuck, he asked for leave this afternoon to get married!!! Which girl can marry the sixteen-year-old Ji Wenfeng? I’m so sour!”

Girlfriend C: “The figure is super good! Standing with Ji Wenfeng, she looks so right! I guess the family background must not be bad, right? After all, she is married to the young owner of the Ji Group, so she must be the daughter of a business tycoon.”

Best friend Ding immediately gossiped with a girl in the same class: “Do you know?! Ji Wenfeng asked for leave this afternoon to go to Boyue Longhu to get married! His marriage partner is said to be the daughter of another business tycoon, and she is also a supermodel. Great!!!!”

Girls in Class 1: “I’m dead!!!!”

Ji Tong and Fang Qing ran around the hotel in Hanfu.

Fang Qing ran too fast, she loved sports and insisted on running at night every day, Ji Tong couldn’t catch up with her at all. So, Ji Tong had no choice but to clear an open space, steal the tablecloths dried by the hotel staff and spread them on the floor to protect his wedding dress from being soiled, and then pretend to fall with a “hey yo”. Hearing his shout, Fang Qing stopped and touched her back: “Why are you so careless?!”

“Accidentally tripped over the tablecloth…” Ji Tong grabbed her wrist and sat up, “Haha, I caught you.”

Fang Qing: “…”

Ji Tong said seriously: “If you run away now, the wedding will really not be completed!”

Fang Qing went crazy: “Honey! The point is not the wedding! The wedding is just a ceremony, a symbol, you are being too picky about it! If the table is not neatly arranged, you will be angry, if there is a little thread on the dress, you will be angry, if the bouquet I choose is too green, you will be angry…”

Ji Tong sighed, holding back, it took a while before he told her what was in his heart: “I didn’t have a wedding last time, and the marriage even ended in a hurry. I think, if we can have a perfect wedding this time, we can live together forever.”

Fang Qing felt moved, and hugged him lovingly: “My dear, can we not grow old together because of such small flaws in the wedding? The first half of our life was a mess, but are we not standing here today, owning each other? Life is not perfect, but it is because life is not perfect that everyone’s life is unique! If our wedding goes smoothly and there are no problems, then when we are old and look at photos in a wheelchair, what will we joke about?”

Ji Tong was soothed by her, calmed down, and hugged her hard: “You are right. Our wedding should have a style and a level-wait a minute, the sign on the street lamp, is the wind blowing it crooked?” He walked around Fang Qing’s shoulder and looked at the street lamp above his head.

Fang Qing quickly tightened his waist: “Hold me tight!!”

Ji Tong lowered his head obediently, enjoying the bride’s embrace, but he still couldn’t help but secretly raise his eyes to see the crooked sign above his head. This was really uncomfortable for a perfectionist.

It was getting late, Jin Menglu’s parents were looking for Jin Menglu everywhere. They walked by the bridge, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a man and a woman in ancient costumes sitting on a white tablecloth and embracing each other in the black shadows under the bridge.

Jin Menglu’s father: “There is a ghost!!!!!!” and ran away.

Jin Menglu’s mother: “Honey, wait for me! The Quick Relief Pill is here!!!”

Ji Tong and Fang Qing: “…”

Fang Qing looked in their distant direction and saw the group of white pigeons: “Lao Ji, it seems that someone is using our wedding set to get married!”

Ji Tong smiled lightly: “Maybe this is the joke of our wedding.”

Fang Qing pushed him: “Old Ji, they released the pigeons!!!”

Ji Tong immediately got up: “I’ll go fight with them!!!”

Ji Tong and Fang Qing rushed to the lawn wedding scene aggressively. Lu Rong and Ji Wenfeng had just gone through the ceremony again under the guidance of the master of ceremonies. The cooperation was perfect and the atmosphere was also good.

Fang Qing was wearing a tube top Hanfu and rushed into the venue to tear her apart: “How can you use our wedding set and the bouquet I picked—Xiaofeng? Are you the one getting married? Oh my god, you look so handsome.”

Ji Tong, all the while panting, squeezed to her side, seeing that it was his son, he was stunned: “Xiaofeng, what do you mean? I am your father! You didn’t even notify me of your marriage, are you taking revenge on me?”

Ji Wenfeng: “…”

Ji Tong sat down on the chair with a sigh of relief, and shook his head, the more he thought about it, the more he felt so. His son chose to marry the day before his wedding and used his wedding set, which must be revenge for his unannounced marriage.

Fang Qing patted him on the shoulder, staring at Ji Wenfeng with burning eyes: “At least he looks handsome in a wedding dress…”

Ji Tong looked at her in disbelief.

Fang Qing quickly changed her words and commented seriously: “…the bride is also very beautiful, they are both talented and beautiful.”

Ji Tong went crazy: “We don’t even know whose family the bride is from, and whether she is a decent girl or not. What if the in-laws are difficult?”

Lu Rong held the bouquet and shouted coldly: “Mom.” Did he really become another person in women’s clothing?

Fang Qing and Ji Tong: “…?”

Fang Qing felt that this was a bad situation, and explained to Ji Tong: “I assure you, my son is indeed a decent girl, and not difficult to deal with.”

Ji Tong raised his forehead: “But in this way, others will think that our Ji family has raised a child bride!”

Lu Rong: “…?”

Ji Wenfeng couldn’t help curling his mouth when he heard the word child bride.

Lu Rong looked at him incredulously: “You can laugh at this kind of time?” He threw the bouquet on him and ran away with his skirt.

Fang Qing screamed: “My bouquet!”

Ji Tong hugged her: “It’s okay, I’m here!” With his eyes, he signaled Ji Wenfeng to step on the bouquet quickly.

Ji Wenfeng was baffled, but Ji Tong looked very anxious, and even threw a knife at him, telling him that if he didn’t do so, he would die, so Ji Wenfeng had to throw the bouquet on the ground and step on it.

Only then did Ji Tong let go of Fang Qing: “The bouquet is broken, let’s change it to a pink one.”

Fang Qing’s eyes were fierce: “Do you think I don’t know what’s going on behind your back?! You just don’t like the green bouquet I chose, right?!”

Ji Tong: “…it’s not me! Honey, how can you wrong me so much? Xiaofeng stepped on it.” He pointed at Ji Wenfeng.

Ji Wenfeng: “…”

Ji Wenfeng was blamed, and was regarded as the culprit by his father and stepmother, so he had no choice but to chase after Lu Rong: “Rong Rong! Wait for me! We will have a toast later!”

Ji Tong and Fang Qing looked at their children, walking side by side. Lu Rong, who was running with his skirt in hand, and Ji Wenfeng, who was running after him.

Ji Tong said solemnly: “They will say that our family raises child brides.”

Fang Qing agreed with a hum: “…Indeed.”