Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Lin Lang raised his eyebrows and smiled, his tone somewhat casual: "Dreams are inherently imaginative. They can unfold whatever you think of in your mind. There are no so many rules."

Zhou Mengyao couldn't help but purse her lips and jokingly said, "Husband, if you say that, then wouldn't you be able to hug women left and right in your dreams every day, and 'marry a wife' in a different way every day?"

Lin Lang stretched out his finger and gently scratched the tip of Zhou Mengyao's nose, his eyes full of doting.

"Yes, but honey, do you want us to hold our wedding in your dream today? It's just right that in a dream, it can make up for the regret that our master passed away in reality and couldn't attend our wedding."

Zhou Mengyao's eyes suddenly lit up, and the grievance and confusion just now were instantly replaced by great surprise. Her voice was filled with tears and a bit of disbelief.

"Really, husband? Can you really hold our wedding in a dream? And... can you even let my dad attend?"

Lin Lang raised his hand and gently stroked Zhou Mengyao's cheek, his fingertips gently rubbing her slightly cool skin, and whispered: "Of course. Do you want it? A grand wedding that belongs to us."

"I want it!" Zhou Mengyao couldn't hold back any longer, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She covered her mouth, her voice choked with sobs, "I really want... I really want Dad to see me marry you!"

Lin Lang wiped Zhou Mengyao's tears with his fingertips and said softly, "Wife, be good. Close your eyes first. Count to three in your mind before opening them."

"Yeah." Zhou Mengyao responded heavily and closed her eyes obediently. Crystal tears were still hanging on her long eyelashes, like butterfly wings covered with morning dew.

Lin Lang took a deep breath and suddenly waved his hand.

The surrounding scene instantly receded like the tide, and the original guest room disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there is a towering and magnificent castle - the spire reaches into the sky, and the walls are made of white stones. The sunlight shines on it, reflecting a dazzling light, as if it were coated with a layer of gold.

In front of the castle is a square covered with bright red carpet, which extends to the huge carved arch, which is the venue for the Western wedding ceremony.

Zhou Mengyao slowly opened her eyes when she counted to three, and the next second she was so shocked by the scene in front of her that she held her breath.

On the stage at the end of the red carpet, there were holy white bouquets of flowers, and on both sides were rows of guest seats covered with white tablecloths, filled with relatives and friends.

Among the guests attending the wedding were members of Mengyao’s racing team, colleagues from Maitian Music, and classmates from junior high school, high school, and college. In short, it was as real as a real wedding.

All the guests in the hall had blessing smiles on their faces and were talking in low voices. The atmosphere was warm and cozy.

The sky in the distance is as blue as a mirror, and occasionally a few white doves fly by. Everything is so beautiful as if it came out of a fairy tale.

"Wow, what a grand wedding scene!"

"Oh my God!"

"I can't imagine this will be the wedding scene for Lin Lang and I!"

"I thought I would be his concubine for the rest of my life, without even having a wedding ceremony, and I wouldn't have the chance to wear a wedding dress and truly marry her!"

Zhou Mengyao was so moved that she wanted to cry, but when she accidentally lowered her head, she saw that she had changed into a white wedding dress.

The lace is layered like crushed moonlight falling on her shoulders, and the waist is perfectly outlined to highlight her slender curves. The hem of her skirt is dotted with tiny crystals, which sparkle gently as she moves.

The veil hangs lightly, with delicate pearls on the edge, fluffy and light, like a dream that will break at the touch of a finger.

She raised her hand and touched the veil, feeling a delicate touch at her fingertips. A comfortable breeze blew by, and the veil gently lifted up like a butterfly flapping its wings.

This sudden beauty made her nose sore, and tears of excitement rolled down her face, hitting her wedding dress and leaving a small wet mark.

Suddenly, the melody of "Wedding March" flowed in the air.

Zhou Mengyao subconsciously looked up and saw that the sky in the distance seemed to be torn open by a crack of light, and Lin Lang fell from the sky riding a snow-white unicorn.

The unicorn's mane flows like clouds, and its hooves cast stars wherever they step.

Lin Lang was wearing a neat black suit with an exquisite bow tie. He had an upright posture and a dazzlingly bright smile.

"Wow...husband, you're so handsome!"

Zhou Mengyao stared with her eyes wide open, her cheeks burning, her heart beating like a drum, she murmured infatuatedly, her eyes glued to him, unable to move away.

I have to say that Lin Lang riding a unicorn is so damn handsome, so handsome that Zhou Mengyao almost forgot to breathe.

The unicorn landed steadily at the end of the road covered with petals. Lin Lang turned over and stood there holding the reins, looking at Zhou Mengyao with a smile from afar, as if he was a prince who had been waiting for a thousand years.

Before Zhou Mengyao could recover from her amazement, an even more shocking scene appeared.

In the halo not far away, her father Zhou Zhongdang was waving a pair of huge angel wings with soft white light, and with his other hand holding her mother Zhuang Jingxue, he slowly descended from the sky.

Zhou Zhongdang's face was still the kind one in his memory, but with a holy aura around him. His mother was wearing a decent dress and looked at Zhou Mengyao with red eyes.

"Dad... I miss you so much!" The moment Zhou Mengyao saw that face clearly, all her emotions burst out. She suddenly covered her mouth, tears burst out like beads with broken strings, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Her deceased father turned into an angel to attend her wedding. This perfection, which she could never have imagined in reality, was actually happening before her eyes.

Zhuang Jingxue walked up to her and patted her back gently, her voice gentle yet choked with sobs: "Silly daughter, today is your big day, you should smile, don't cry."

Zhou Mengyao wiped away her tears hard, but she couldn't stop them. She could only let the tears mixed with smile slide down her face.

Zhou Zhongdang walked forward with a familiar kind smile on his face, his eyes full of relief and reluctance.

"My dear daughter, Daddy is here to attend your wedding with Alang. Be good and don't cry!" Zhou Zhongdang raised his hand and wiped Zhou Mengyao's tears with his fingertips with heartache.

"Well, I won't cry, hehe..." Zhou Mengyao burst into laughter.

She was immersed in the excitement of reuniting with her father when she suddenly heard light footsteps behind her.

Zhou Mengyao looked back and saw Mu Xueman walking up to her in a lavender bridesmaid dress, holding a full champagne bouquet. She smiled and handed it to her: "Mengyao, congratulations on getting married to our husband today."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Mengyao caught a glimpse of several familiar figures standing on both sides - Ma Yili, Han Zaiyin, and Pan Xiaoting were all wearing the same lavender bridesmaid dresses as Mu Xuelan.

The hem of the skirt is embroidered with delicate silver thread patterns, and the neckline is tied with a bow of the same color. It is simple and elegant. The four bridesmaids standing together look like a gentle purple landscape.

Seeing this neat and surprising scene, Zhou Mengyao's tears that had just stopped flowing were suddenly held back. She covered her mouth, a sweet smile of surprise and joy in her eyes, and turned her head to look at Lin Lang not far away, with a hint of anger in her tone.

"Okay, hubby, are you going to gather all your 'little wives' to be my bridesmaids?"

Lin Lang laughed out loud on the other end, the doting in his eyes almost overflowing.

The groomsmen included Lin Lang’s high school classmates Wang Dayong and Zhang San, and Mengyao Racing’s engineer Heizi and technician Xiaolei.

"BOSS, you look so beautiful today! Look at me, I'm making a 'V' sign!" Assistant Xiaona took a Polaroid camera in her hand and took a photo of Zhou Mengyao as a souvenir.

At this time, Zhou Mengyao didn't know that Lin Lang could bring these photos from the dream wedding back to reality through his portable space as a surprise and commemoration for her.

Zhou Mengyao smiled so beautifully that she posed in several postures and cooperated with her assistant Xiaona to take photos.

Han Zaiyin leaned over and carefully straightened the wrinkles on Zhou Mengyao's wedding dress. Her voice was gentle yet a little urgent: "Mengyao, the auspicious time has arrived. It's time to hold Uncle Zhou's hand and walk towards our husband."

"Yeah." Zhou Mengyao nodded vigorously, tears still welling in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were raised high, her happiness could not be hidden.

Zhou Zhongdang gently held his daughter's hand. The warmth from his palm was real and warm, carrying the unique strength of a father.

He turned around, and walked side by side with Zhou Mengyao. To the melodious wedding march, they stepped on the red carpet covered with flower petals, slowly walking towards the handsome figure who was waiting with a smile at the end.

With every step she took, Zhou Mengyao's heart beat faster, and the feeling of happiness continued to rise and explode in her chest like bubbles.

She secretly turned her head to glance at her father beside her, then looked at Lin Lang not far away. Her eyes became hot and she couldn't help crying with joy.

On one side was the family love that was lost and regained, and on the other side was the lover she had always longed for. This dream wedding was so perfect that she wanted to indulge in it forever.

The end of the red carpet was right in front of him. Zhou Zhongdang stopped and turned to look at Lin Lang.

His eyes were gentle and solemn, as if he was handing over a most precious treasure, and he gently placed Zhou Mengyao's hand in Lin Lang's palm.

Lin Lang's fingers suddenly tightened, and the temperature of his palms touching each other was scorching hot.

He looked at Zhou Zhongdang, his eyes instantly reddened, and he cried out with a choked sob in his throat: "Master..."

There were too many unspoken regrets hidden in these two words. He wished that this master-disciple relationship could last longer, long enough for him to witness more of their time.

Zhou Zhongdang patted the back of his hand, his eyes filled with silent instructions and recognition.

The brief sadness receded like a tide, and Lin Lang suddenly turned his gaze to Zhou Mengyao in front of him.

The pure white wedding dress made her skin look whiter than snow, her tear-stained cheeks were a charming red, and the light in her eyes was brighter than the sunlight above her head.

Lin Lang was not someone who cried easily, but at this moment, looking at his school beauty Bai Yueguang, who was walking towards him step by step in her wedding dress and taking Zhou Mengyao's hand from her master, it was like a fairy tale that he had waited for after exhausting all his luck. In the end, he couldn't hold back his tears and they slid down the corners of his eyes.

"Wife..." His voice was choked with sobs, and he could barely finish a sentence. "Marrying you is the happiest thing in my life."

Zhou Mengyao looked at Lin Lang's red eyes and the tears rolling down his face. Her own tears also fell like beads with broken strings, unable to stop.

She couldn't bear it any longer, she stood on tiptoe, hugged Lin Lang tightly, buried her face in his neck, and cried, "Hubby, I love you... I love you so much!"

Lin Lang hugged Zhou Mengyao tightly back, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.

The hem of the wedding dress was held between the two of them, like a blooming flower, wrapping two hot and sincere hearts.