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The days passed by like quicksand on the fingertips, and in the blink of an eye it was Fu Yichen's wedding day.

On this day, the entire capital was filled with the bustling, grand and luxurious scene.

The streets are decorated with lights and colorful lanterns on both sides, and bright red silk stretches from the beginning to the end of the street, like a long winding festive dragon.

The gongs and drums were blaring, firecrackers were blasting, and the wedding procession was marching forward in a mighty manner. Wherever they went, people gathered around, whispering to each other and expressing their envy. It was said that Fu Yichen truly loved the bride, otherwise why would he go to such great lengths to arrange the wedding.

Su Yun happened to be out, and just as he reached the street corner, he ran into this lively wedding procession.

Fu Yichen sat upright on a tall horse, his posture straight. He was wearing a bright red wedding dress, which made him look more handsome and majestic. The festive color seemed to shroud his whole body in auspiciousness.

There were so many people around, and the noise was deafening. Fu Yichen's eyes were always looking forward, and he didn't notice Su Yun in the crowd.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoyan spotted Su Yun with her sharp eyes, and a mocking smile immediately appeared on the corner of her mouth. She twisted her body and walked up to Su Yun, saying in a gloomy tone, "Hey, isn't this Miss Su Yun? Why are you here to join in the fun today? But no matter how much you try to join in, a concubine is still a concubine after all. How can you compare with the wife that our Master Fu is going to marry today? Look at this wedding reception, that is all Master Fu's love for his wife. You can only watch helplessly."

Su Yun just glanced at her indifferently, as if he hadn't heard her harsh words. He turned around and was about to leave, but Zhang Xiaoyan stepped forward and blocked his way. She raised her eyebrows and asked unwillingly, "Hey, why are you like this? I'm talking to you, why aren't you sad at all?"

Su Yun raised his eyes, his gaze cold, and replied calmly: "Why are you sad? What does this have to do with me?"

Zhang Xiaoyan giggled twice, covering her mouth as if she had heard a huge joke. Then she said, "Don't be so stubborn. Everyone knows about your past with Master Fu. Now that he's married to someone else, how can you feel good about it? I don't think you love Master Fu at all. Humph, I'm afraid you were just pretending to be affectionate before."

Su Yun frowned slightly, a hint of impatience in his expression, and said coldly: "You can think whatever you want, it's not your turn to guess what I'm thinking."

Zhang Xiaoyan blushed and glared, "You...how can you be so ungrateful? I'm trying to be nice to you, but you don't even appreciate it."

Su Yun was too lazy to argue with her any further, so he simply walked around her and left. At the moment Su Yun left, Fu Yichen, who was riding on his horse, seemed to sense something and subconsciously turned his head to look back. He happened to see her slightly lonely but upright back. His brows furrowed slightly, and a complex emotion flashed across his eyes. But it was only for a moment before he came to his senses and continued to spur his horse. As the wedding procession slowly moved forward, the lively sound of gongs and drums continued to echo in the streets.

The night was as dark as ink, slowly covering the entire capital city. The streets and alleys were immersed in silence. Only Fu Yichen's residence was still brightly lit, and noisy sounds of joy could be heard faintly, indicating that the afterglow of today's grand wedding had not yet dissipated.

The small courtyard where Su Yun was seemed particularly deserted. She looked at the dim moonlight outside the window, feeling mixed emotions. She was about to blow out the candle and go to bed, when the door was suddenly pushed open and Fu Yichen appeared at the door.

Su Yun was slightly startled, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then his expression turned cold. He said, "Sir, tonight is your wedding night. Why are you here instead of staying in the bridal chamber with the bride?"

Fu Yichen walked quickly to Su Yun, his eyes full of eagerness and affection. He held Su Yun's hand tightly and said, "Yun'er, I only want to be with you in my heart, how can I care about anything else."

Su Yun subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back, but Fu Yichen held it tighter. She frowned slightly, and her tone was distant and helpless: "My lord, please respect yourself. You have already married your wife today. It is not polite to entangle with me like this."

Fu Yichen saw that Su Yun's slightly indifferent look did not make him retreat, but instead made him more eager to express his feelings. He hurriedly said, "Yun'er, I have sent some daily necessities to your parents today. They are all practical and good things, hoping to make their lives more comfortable."

Su Yun's expression softened slightly when he heard this. He bowed slightly and said, "Thank you for your concern, sir. Thank you for thinking about my parents."

Fu Yichen was delighted to see Su Yun's attitude change slightly. He took the opportunity to move closer to her, stretched out his hands and gently embraced her in his arms, with a hint of pleading in his voice: "Yun'er, please don't be so cold to me, okay? I have to go south to deal with some important matters tomorrow, and I don't know how long it will take for me to come back. Can you please not be angry with me tonight?"

Su Yun's body stiffened, and she subconsciously wanted to break free from his embrace, but Fu Yichen held her so tightly that she couldn't break free after struggling for several times. She sighed helplessly, raised her eyes to look at Fu Yichen, her eyes full of complicated emotions: "Sir, I'm really not angry. I'm just your concubine, my status is humble, how dare I be angry! Now that you have a family, you should live a good life with your wife in the future."

Fu Yichen felt a sharp pain in his heart when he heard this. He hugged Su Yun even tighter, as if he wanted to rub her into his own flesh and blood. He said anxiously, "Yun'er, I swear, you are the only one in my heart in this life. Others are just passing clouds in my eyes. Please believe me, okay?"

Su Yun shook her head slightly, her eyes full of doubt. She asked, "What about your wife? Since you have married her, you should be responsible for her. How can you treat this marriage so lightly?"

Fu Yichen frowned, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and he quickly said: "You can pretend that she doesn't exist, Yun'er, don't mention her anymore, she is not as innocent as you think."

Su Yun's face was serious as he retorted, "Sir, no matter what, since she has married into the Fu family, she is bound to be your husband and wife. How can you say that about her? Are you going to harm an innocent woman for nothing?"

Fu Yichen's eyes were full of helplessness, and he explained anxiously: "Yun'er, she is really not innocent. The matter here is too complicated and cannot be explained in a short time. Anyway, you believe me, okay?"

Su Yun lowered her eyes, her mind racing. Just as she was about to say something, Fu Yichen suddenly lowered his head and forcefully kissed her lips, not giving her the slightest chance to struggle. Su Yun's eyes widened, and she subconsciously pushed Fu Yichen with both hands, but he remained motionless. Gradually, Su Yun felt her mind go blank, and her body gradually softened.

The night grew deeper and deeper. The candlelight in the house was swaying in the night wind. The light and shadow swayed on the wall, reflecting the charming and ambiguous scene. The spring scenery was boundless. It seemed that everything in the world had stopped at this moment. Only the intertwined breathing of the two people and the thick and indissoluble love remained... After a long time, Fu Yichen slowly let go of Su Yun. Looking at her slightly swollen lips and flushed cheeks, his eyes were full of pity and love. He gently stroked Su Yun's hair and said softly: "Yun'er, don't push me away again. The world can bear witness to my heart for you."

Su Yun turned his head away, not daring to look at Fu Yichen's fiery gaze.

Although Su Yun was indifferent, Fu Yichen was moved by her and held her tighter in his arms, as if he wanted to spend the long night together like this...