He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

Fu Lu's gaze fell on Song Zhi, and the tenderness in his eyes was almost overflowing.

She wore a traditional Chinese wedding dress, the red skirt as fiery as fire, which made her skin appear as white as snow. A round fan half-covered her face, but it could not hide her shy and timid eyes.

“Childish.”

He called her softly, his voice slightly hoarse.

Song Zhi looked up at him, her heart pounding like a drum.

He wore a well-tailored black suit with a brooch in the same color as her wedding dress pinned to his chest. He stood tall and straight, very handsome.

"Hey, hey, don't rush to look at the bride!"

Xiao Wan stood between the two with a grin, "We haven't found the shoes yet!"

Wei Yinuo chimed in from the side, "That's right, Uncle, picking up the bride isn't that easy!"

Fu Lu raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping across the room before finally settling on Song Zhi's slightly raised skirt.

He suddenly knelt on one knee, his slender fingers gently lifting the hem of her skirt.

"Hey! No cheating allowed!"

Xiao Wan tried to stop them, but the groomsmen blocked her with smiles.

Sure enough, a delicate embroidered shoe was hidden under the skirt.

Fu Lu smiled and helped her put on her shoes, his fingertips gently brushing against her ankle, making Song Zhi's ears turn red.

"What about the other one?" he asked her, tilting his head back with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Song Zhi bit her lip and shook her head. A muffled voice came from behind the fan: "I don't know."

Fu Lu suddenly leaned closer and whispered in her ear in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Baby, where's the other one?"

Fu Lu's voice was tender and gentle, very alluring.

Song Zhi was so seduced that she confessed everything.

Xiao Wan, standing to the side, stomped her feet in anger.

"Child, have some self-control, will you? You just said that? Traitor."

Song Zhi lowered her eyes somewhat embarrassed.

After Fu Lu found the other wedding shoe and put it on, he bent down and picked her up in his arms. Song Zhi exclaimed in surprise and instinctively hugged his neck.

“Mrs. Fu,” he chuckled softly, his lips brushing against her burning earlobe, “I’ve come to marry you.”

The sound of firecrackers was deafening downstairs as he carried her step by step toward the wedding car, which was covered with roses.

Sunlight filtered through the ginkgo leaves, dappling the ground like scattered gold dust on the overlapping hems of their clothes.

Song Zhi quietly tightened her grip on his tie, hearing her own heartbeat resonate with his.

The group went to the old house in a grand procession. After serving tea to the elders and receiving red envelopes for addressing them as "older relatives," they went to the hotel.

The wedding was originally scheduled for 2 PM, but we didn't arrive until after 4 PM.

Song Zhi went to the dressing room to change her wedding dress and makeup.

It was already past six o'clock when I finished doing all this.

The emcee suggested a rehearsal, but Fu Lu refused, telling the emcee to just state the procedure.

Although Fu Lu's wedding was simple, he invited everyone he was supposed to.

Song Zhi didn't invite many people, just a few Xiao Wans.

At 7:00 AM sharp, the wedding officially began.

According to custom, first marriages are usually held in the morning or at noon. Song Zhi and Fu Lu's wedding was postponed to the evening, so the guests who came were unaware of the situation and began to whisper among themselves.

"Is this a second marriage? Why is it starting now?"

"I don't know, we were notified that it would start at 7 p.m.

"What second marriage? It's because Fu Lu felt sorry for his wife who couldn't get up, so he postponed it."

"I'm so envious. I heard they've been together since their student days."

Wow, from campus life to wedding dress, that's rare.

"Unfortunately, the girl's family isn't very well-off."

Sitting in his wheelchair, Mr. Song heard the people around him talking, but he lowered his head and remained silent.

At this moment, Song Zhi walked over and said, "Dad, the wedding is about to begin. Come up with me."

Song Zhi's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and all the surrounding guests could hear it.

They all looked at the father and daughter with some embarrassment.

Mr. Song said softly, "Or perhaps, Dad should..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Lu interrupted, "Dad, let's go."

Pei Jinnian stood by the entrance of the banquet hall and watched as Song's father pushed Song Zhi onto the stage. His hands clenched tightly.

All of this was originally mine.

Song Zhi should have walked towards her own path.

Thinking of this, Pei Jinian felt unwilling to give up.

But upon seeing the smile on Song Zhi's face, Pei Jinnian instantly deflated.

He accepted the fact that Song Zhi had never loved him and turned to leave.

After the wedding ceremony, it was time for the toasting ceremony.

Fu Lu was worried that Song Zhi would be tired and wanted to skip the part, but Song Zhi refused.

Wei Yinuo followed behind the two, holding a wine glass and pouring the wine.

It was already past nine o'clock at night when it ended.

Fu Lu was kept away by his good friend and couldn't leave, so he arranged for someone to send Song Zhi back to their bridal chamber.

Wei Yinuo stepped forward without hesitation, expressing her willingness to accompany Song Zhi.

The two stepped out of the hotel together, but at that moment, Xu Ning suddenly appeared from a corner.

"Nono."

Xu Ning called Wei Yinuo's name softly, her voice revealing a hint of hesitation and unease.

Wei Yinuo slowly turned her head, her gaze falling on Xu Ning. Her expression was unusually calm, as if she had expected Xu Ning's appearance.

"Is there something you need?" Wei Yinuo's tone was indifferent, without the slightest fluctuation.

Xu Ning opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything and just stood there, hesitant to speak.

Song Zhi keenly sensed the subtle atmosphere between the two of them, and she kindly said in a low voice, "I'll go wait for you in the car first."

Wei Yinuo nodded, and after watching Song Zhi turn and leave, she refocused her attention on Xu Ning.

"What do you want from me?"

Wei Yinuo's voice remained calm, but the indifference within it became increasingly apparent.

Xu Ning was silent for a moment, then finally mustered up the courage to say, "Nono, I don't want to break up with you."

Wei Yinuo frowned slightly, her eyes growing even colder. "Xu Ning, let's part ways amicably."

Xu Ning's face turned pale instantly. He seemed unable to accept this fact. "Is there absolutely no room for maneuver?"

Wei Yinuo shook her head without hesitation, "No."

Xu Ning slowly lowered his head, his voice filled with guilt and self-reproach, "I'm sorry, Nuonuo."

A faint, bitter smile appeared on Wei Yinuo's lips. "You don't need to apologize to me, really."

After saying that, she walked past Xu Ning without hesitation and got into the car.

The car slowly started moving. Wei Yinuo looked through the car window at Xu Ning's figure gradually disappearing into the distance, her heart unmoved.

After returning to the bridal chamber, Song Zhi seemed to have all her strength drained away, and she collapsed onto the sofa, too lazy to even remove her makeup.

"Auntie, if you're tired, go and rest."

"Then you should rest too. The guest room next door is clean."

Wei Yinuo nodded.

When Song Zhi returned to the bedroom, Wei Yinuo did not go back to the guest room, but sat in the living room.

At 10 o'clock sharp, Wei Yinuo was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching the TV program intently.

Suddenly, a noisy commotion broke the silence inside the house from the doorway.

Wei Yinuo's heart tightened, and she quickly stood up, walked to the door, and opened it.

As soon as the door opened, Wei Yinuo's gaze was drawn to the group of people standing at the door.

They stood in a large group at the entrance.

Wei Yinuo's gaze swept quickly across the crowd, and when it landed on Zhou Yan, he quickly looked away.

She composed herself and asked Fu Lu, who was standing at the front, "Uncle, is everything settled at the hotel?"