After traveling through the book, I am busy as a dog. Shaoqing, can you do it?

Balloons were blown up all over the floor, and on the wall behind was the flower scene that Feng Shuang had arranged for her.

Everything around Shen Qingqian was filled with joy.

The makeup artist came to my house at five in the morning.

Feng Shuang, who had put on her bridesmaid dress, fastened her waist belt for her best friend in excitement.

The wedding dress was brought back by Shen Sanyuan from HY last night.

She hired someone to make a phoenix robe specifically for her precious daughter.

In the eyes of this unqualified mother, today is her daughter's most glorious day.

Therefore, the phoenix crown and the veil are all indispensable.

After putting on makeup and getting dressed, Shen Sanyuan leaned against the door and almost cried out.

Twenty-eight years old.

Her daughter is already twenty-eight years old.

And her age in the future will be only twenty-five.

Twenty-five-year-old mother...

My 28-year-old daughter...

It’s exciting to think about.

She sniffed and shouted to Feng Shuang, "Shuang girl, don't forget to put on the gold collar."

"..."

Shen Qingqian took a look at the nine-section necklace made of gold and jade that Shen Sanyuan had taken out from somewhere, and she felt a little uneasy.

"Can I not wear it?"

You know, she weighed it last night, and it was at least a kilogram.

Wearing this thing weighing more than a pound around your neck will definitely break your cervical vertebrae!

Shen Sanyuan shook his head, "That won't do. This is a show, it has to happen!"

Speaking of this grand occasion, Shen Qingqian couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Ever since she learned about Shen Sanyuan's net worth, she felt that she had lived in vain all these years.

If I had known I had such a rich mother, I would have gone to HDL to have a hotpot every day.

As for living such a tight life all these years, relying on the hospital salary and the few royalties to make ends meet?

Shen Qingqian sighed. No matter what she thought, if she had known this earlier, she would definitely choose to live the life she is living now.

After all, it takes courage to become a rich second generation in the eyes of the media.

Look at Cong, he’s on the hot search every once in a while, either because he’s got a new girlfriend or he’s going somewhere with someone else!

Who among ordinary people can bear this?

After Feng Shuangyi asked her best friend to put on this luxurious necklace, she did not forget to take a selfie of the two of them and sent it to Pang Mi.

Speaking of Pang Mi, because she couldn't come to the wedding this time, she cried for Feng Shuang for half an hour last night.

Later, Feng Shuang yelled, "Are you made of water? Why are your tear glands so developed?"

Only then did Pang Mi’s tears stop.

"What do you think? I just want to ask you whether you are arrogant or not?" Feng Shuang sent a voice message to Pang Mi.

Shen Qingqian looked at her with white eyes, "How about you be a little more arrogant?"

"No!" Feng Shuang refused immediately, "I don't care about this honor. I value my life."

"..."

"Sister, bear with it. If you wear the crown, you must bear its weight! When your man finds you a new house, we can change clothes!"

-

At exactly eight o'clock, firecrackers were heard downstairs.

The "crackling" sound, like beating a drum, kept hitting Shen Qingqian's heart.

Feng Shuang couldn't help but laugh out loud when she saw her best friend pursing her lips.

Shen Qingqian didn't have the time to care about who laughed at her. Her throat was tight and she always felt like drinking water.

"I'm thirsty." She looked at her best friend for help.

As a result, Feng Shuang spread his hands helplessly, "No food or water, this is the rule."

After a pause, she continued, "Don't be nervous. Show the same spirit as when you first stepped onto the dissection table."

"..."

Can this be the same?

When you get married, you are facing the most familiar person, a living person; the person on the dissecting table is an unfamiliar cadaver teacher, a dead person.

Can this living person be compared with a dead person?

Even if there are only five people in the house.

She, her bestie, the makeup artist on standby in another room, Shen Sanyuan sitting in the living room, and the photographer who was following them.

Even so, she was nervous.

There is no way to control this tension.

Just like people need to sleep and eat at the right time.

When she thought about the fact that she was finally going to marry Diwu Xun, her heart couldn't help but beat faster.

"No, I'm really thirsty."

"..."

Feng Shuang thought about it, took out a piece of chewing gum from her bag and put it to her bestie's mouth, "Chew for a few times to distract yourself."

Not even a minute yet.

Feng Shuang took out a piece of paper and handed it over again, "Hurry, the firecrackers have stopped, they are coming up."

-

Shen Sanyuan was sitting in the hall outside, and the photographer was Xin Yu.

There was an assistant squatting downstairs taking pictures.

When Diwu Xun walked into the house wearing a bright red wedding gown, Xin Yu pulled the camera to the door.

He was of such a great height, and today he wore a wedding hat, which made him look even more majestic and gave him a touch of gentle scholarly air.

He just bowed and nodded, then walked in.

Qiao Da acted as the master of ceremonies, shouting from behind, "The Shen family's son-in-law is coming home!"

Diwuxun walked up to Shen Sanyuan, lifted the hem of his shirt, knelt down, put his hands together and nodded, saying, "My son-in-law, Diwuxun, greets my mother-in-law."

Shen Sanyuan was also wearing ancient clothes at this time.

She wore a black blouse with gold-rimmed embossed patterns, and a red tunic with golden peonies embroidered on it. The gold and red belt around her waist bound her waist to make it slender enough to be held in one hand. Her hair was topped with a cloud-shaped hairpin with a sparrow pattern and accessorized with a few golden cicada hairpins, making her look regal and elegant.

Qiao Liang, who was following behind the assistant photographer, couldn't help but blink his eyes.

She reached out and supported the arm of the person in front of her, saying, "No need to be so polite."

After Diwu Xun stood up, he took a step back and bowed as a gentleman.

"Today, Diwuxun comes to marry the daughter of the Shen family. Thank you, mother-in-law, for your help."

Shen Sanyuan smiled and nodded, then got up from the sofa, walked to the door where Shen Qingqian was, and knocked three times.

Feng Shuang's voice came from inside the door, "What's the matter?"

"The Master has arrived. Is Qian'er ready?"

Feng Shuang grinned, put the red veil on Shen Qingqian's head, and shouted, "Okay!"

Then, the door opened.

What meets the eye is red everywhere.

The bed was covered with red rose petals, and in the middle of the bed stood the woman wearing a golden bridal veil embroidered with cloud and phoenix patterns. She was the woman he had been thinking about and praying every day to marry.

Diwuxun looked at her in the Red Sea and his whole body was trembling.

He was finally going to marry her.

Qiao Da's voice sounded, "The groom is entering the boudoir."

Diwu Xun felt that every step he took towards Shen Qingqian was a happy one.

"The groom is here to pick up the bride!" Qiao shouted, matching Diwuxun's steps.

"One step for good luck! Two steps for the hall! Three steps for the bride! Four steps for wealth and prosperity!"

It took exactly four steps to get to her bed.

He could hear the heartbeat of the woman in the sea of ​​flowers.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Intense and powerful.

She was as happy and expectant as he was.

Diwu Xun knelt on one knee and said softly, "My lady, please get on my back. I will take you home."

After he finished speaking, he turned on his knees and presented his solid and broad back to Shen Qingqian.

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