Mr. Rong, please stay. Miss Sang doesn't want to be a widow.

Three years later.

Jiangcheng.

Yanxi Lake Golf Manor.

"Yi Yi, did you remember everything Mommy told you?"

Sang Yuwan half-knelt down, gently holding Rong Weiyi's small shoulders with both hands, her eyes very gentle.

Three-year-old Rong Weiyi wore a snow-white princess dress, had her hair styled in a beautiful bun, and wore an exquisite diamond crown on her head.

Hearing her mother's question, she nodded with a smile on her face. Then she said in a baby voice, "Mommy, I remember everything."

Sang Yuwan was a little worried and said with a smile, "Yiyi, tell your mother again..."

Before she finished speaking, Rong Zhi came over and said, "Wanwan, we should go over there."

Then he bent down and picked up Rong Weiyi.

Sang Yuwan then stood up.

Rong Zhi held Rong Weiyi in one hand, freeing up one hand to hold her hand.

"Just hold Yi Yi." Sang Yuwan smiled.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyes and chuckled, "I question your husband's ability."

Sang Yuwan glared at him when she heard that and said, "Don't talk nonsense in front of Yi Yi."

Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow, "What did I say?"

Rong Weiyi grinned and put his arms tightly around his neck.

Sang Yuwan looked away and quickened her pace.

Seeing this, Rong Zhi said to Rong Weiyi in his arms, "What should I do? Your mommy seems angry."

"Kiss..." Rong Weiyi said in a childish voice, "Daddy kiss mommy, and mommy won't be angry."

Sang Yuwan curled her lips helplessly.

After a while, the three of them came to a lawn in the villa that was rarely open to the public.

A low-key yet luxurious wedding is about to take place.

Crystal dewdrops hung on the tips of the tender green grass, as if it was a green carpet carefully laid by nature for the newlyweds, both fresh and solemn.

All around, a variety of flowers competed for beauty. A gentle breeze brought bursts of floral fragrance, which intertwined with the faint chirping of birds in the distance, forming a silent melody, adding a touch of poetry and romance to the wedding.

The guests are seated.

Ming Zhan, dressed in a tailored suit, strode to the center of the stage amidst soothing music. He looked dashing, his eyes gleaming with longing and determination for the future.

Lan Xiya looked at him and couldn't help but think of Ming Yu again.

Among Ming Yu's three sons, Ming Zhan looks the most like him.

Sang Yuwan tilted her head and saw Lan Xiya wiping her eyes. She pursed her lips and held her right hand.

Lan Xiya smiled with tears in her eyes, "Wanwan, if only your uncle Ming was still here."

Sang Yuwan comforted her softly, "Aunt, Uncle Ming is watching from heaven. He will bless Second Brother."

Lan Xiya's eyes turned slightly red and she nodded silently.

"Now please welcome the bride."

As the pastor finished speaking, the guests all turned around and looked back.

Bo Xinglan wore a flawless white wedding dress and an exquisite wreath on her head, looking like a princess from a fairy tale, exuding elegance and happiness with every step she took.

The person who led her out was Rong Zhi.

Bo Yuheng and Bo Hanshan both passed away. Bo Xinglan's cousin and brother hated Sang Yuwan so much that they were against Bo Xinglan marrying Ming Zhan.

They refused to attend such occasions in order to distance themselves from Bo Xinglan.

Fortunately, Bo Xinglan didn't care about it at all.

After going through so many things, she has seen through human nature.

She had originally planned to appear alone.

It was Sang Yuwan who suggested that Rong Zhi hand her over to Ming Zhan.

This means that Bo Xinglan is not helpless, and is used to intimidate Bo Xinglan's cousins ​​and brothers.

When they were about to reach the center of the stage, Ming Zhan came down from the stage.

Rong Zhi handed Bo Xinglan to him and said seriously, "Ming Zhan, I hand Xinglan over to you. You have to be responsible for her. If you ever let her down, I will never forgive you."

Ming Zhan held Bo Xinglan's hand, his eyes firm, "Since I chose her, I will never let her down."

Rong Zhi nodded.

Ming Zhan and Bo Xinglan walked hand in hand slowly under the arch woven from flowers and green leaves. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and all eyes were focused on the happy couple.

Soon it was time to exchange rings.

The little flower girl Rong Weiyi ran towards the stage happily carrying a small flower basket.

Rong Zhi looked at her nervously, afraid that she would fall.

Finally, there are three steps.

Rong Zhi was about to carry her up, but Sang Yuwan held him back.

Rong Weiyi is already three years old, so these steps should not be difficult for her.

Rong Zhi still held his breath nervously.

Rong Weiyi walked to the steps and suddenly stopped.

Then he sat on the ground.

The guests couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Seeing this, Rong Zhi was about to stand up, but Sang Yuwan held him back again.

She called Rong Weiyi softly, "Yi Yi."

Rong Weiyi turned his head and glanced at her.

"Uncle is waiting for you. Go quickly." Sang Yuwan reminded in a low voice.

Hearing this, Rong Weiyi turned his head left and right, and finally looked at Ming Zhan, "Uncle..."

The soft and sticky voice is so adorable.

Ming Zhan half-knelt down and waved at her, "Yi Yi, come to your uncle."

Rong Weiyi smiled at him and then climbed onto the stage.

The flower basket in his hand fell down.

The pastor was quick to take it up for her.

"I wish my uncle and aunt a happy wedding and a baby soon..."

Rong Wei handed a small flower basket to Ming Zhan, tilted his head and blinked his eyes.

The guests burst into laughter.

As the vows were exchanged, two small rings were gently put on each other's ring fingers, symbolizing eternity and commitment, and also marking the close connection between the two hearts.

On this meadow surrounded by love, every flower, every breeze, and every laugh have become the most precious chapter in the love story of the newlyweds, forever engraved in their hearts.