0p0 Chapter 1072 What exactly do you want to do?
Chapter 1072 What exactly do you want to do?
A sudden burst of firecrackers rang out, followed by dazzling fireworks exploding in the sky, turning the courtyard into a rainbow of colors.
Mu Xiaoji turned his head and looked towards the door, then smiled and said to the old man beside him, "Grandpa, the wedding party must be back."
"Haha, let's go take a look." The old man laughed as he got up and pushed Mu Xiaoji's wheelchair out.
As expected, the entrance became lively as Teng Zijing and Deng Zhouyi each carried their brides inside.
The newlyweds wore exquisite wedding dresses, their makeup was radiant, and their faces wore shy yet joyful smiles.
Beside the steps, Mr. Yu stood calmly, dressed in a sharp Zhongshan suit.
Seeing Deng Zhouyi carrying his daughter over, he stepped forward, gently took his daughter's hand, and stood by the steps.
When Teng Zijing carried An Ran to the platform, Yu Fei was already waiting there.
He looked up at Teng Zijing, whose eyes held a cold scrutiny that seemed to freeze the air.
An Ran quickly reached out and gently cupped Teng Zijing's face, saying softly, "Zijing, don't do this."
Teng Zijing's gaze softened, and he carefully put her down.
Yu Fei stepped forward, took An Ran's other hand, and tried to smile naturally: "Sister An Ran, you look really beautiful today."
"Shut up," Teng Zijing snapped in a low voice, his tone laced with a fierce protectiveness.
Yu Fei raised an eyebrow, looked at An Ran with eyes full of endless blessings, and said nothing more.
Jiang Chengyu and Yang Fan stood behind the groom, intently watching the proceedings, ready to cooperate at any time.
Mu Xiaoji sat in her wheelchair, her gaze sweeping over the crowd and landing on Jiang Chengyu.
He stood there, dressed in a well-fitting suit, his posture upright, standing out conspicuously in the noisy crowd.
But his gaze was fixed on the stage, focused on the ceremony that was about to begin, and he didn't notice this side at all.
Mu Xiaoji felt a slight pang in her heart, a feeling she couldn't quite describe—a mix of sourness and bitterness.
I felt that the light in that person's eyes seemed to encompass the entire world, yet it failed to reflect my own image.
At this moment, the host walked onto the stage with great energy, microphone in hand, his clear voice resonating throughout the courtyard through the sound system.
He instantly attracted the attention of all the guests: "Good morning, distinguished guests, ladies and gentlemen!"
Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend the joyous wedding celebration of the Teng family.
Together we witness the happy moments of Mr. Teng Zijing and Ms. An Ran, and Mr. Deng Zhouyi and Ms. Yu Qianqian.
As the emcee for this wedding, on behalf of both couples and their families,
I extend my warmest welcome and heartfelt thanks to everyone for coming!
At this moment, the sun shines brightly, a gentle breeze blows, the roses in the garden bloom in celebration of this joy, and the babbling brook sings a song of happiness for this moment.
Next, let's give a warm round of applause to our most handsome grooms today—Mr. Teng Zijing and Mr. Deng Zhouyi—as they take the stage!
Jiang Chengyu, Yang Fan, and the other groomsmen, holding confetti cannons on either side of the platform, rang out with a crisp "bang!"
The sparkling, colorful crumbs were scattered all over the two grooms. Teng Zijing was dressed in a sharp, custom-made suit, his sharp eyes concealing a gentleness.
Dressed in a suit and tie, Deng Zhouyi could not hide his nervousness and anticipation as the two walked side by side onto the stage and bowed to the guests below.
"The grooms are already in place, and what they are most looking forward to is the bride who is about to appear."
Now, let us turn our gaze to the gate of happiness and welcome our most beautiful brides—Ms. An Ran and Ms. Yu Qianqian!
The music suddenly switched to a romantic waltz, and the best men, Jiang Chengyu and Yang Fan, each led the bride's father (Yu's father).
An Ran's best friend (Yu Fei) escorts An Ran and Yu Qianqian, both dressed in pure white wedding gowns, as they slowly walk towards them.
The wedding dress skirts swept past rose petals, the veils fluttered gently, and the two brides, with smiles in their eyes, walked step by step towards their beloved partners who were waiting on the stage.
"Groom, please greet your bride."
Teng Zijing strode closer to An Ran, solemnly took An Ran's hand from Yu Fei's, and the moment their fingertips touched, the coldness in his eyes turned into a gentle light.
Deng Zhouyi walked up to Yu's father, bowed deeply, and took his daughter's hand. Yu's father patted the back of his hand, his eyes filled with entrustment and reluctance.
The four people, dressed in formal attire, stood in the center of the stage, and the host's voice rang out again:
"Love is a chance encounter, marriage is the continuation of a promise. Now, please welcome our officiant—Mr. Teng—to witness the marriage of the newlyweds!"
Jiang Chengyu, Yang Fan, and others stood on the stage and applauded to welcome the old man.
Only then did he notice Mu Xiaoji in the wheelchair, and his smile faded unnaturally.
The old man walked onto the stage, holding his testimony, his voice steady and powerful: "Marriage is a long journey of companionship."
In the days to come, whether in wealth or poverty, in health or sickness, in good times or bad, remember the heartfelt emotion and the promise you made at this moment.
Mutual respect and love, mutual understanding and compromise, becoming each other's strongest support, hand in hand through storms, sharing the long years together.
"As the head of the Teng family, I testify that Teng Zijing, An Ran, Deng Zhouyi, and Yu Qianqian voluntarily entered into this marriage."
You meet the legal requirements for marriage. May you respect and love each other, share joys and sorrows, and stay together for life.
As the words fell, enthusiastic applause erupted from both the audience and the stage. The newlyweds looked at each other and smiled, their eyes shining brighter than the sunshine.
After the wedding ceremony, the emcee continued to guide the couple: "Please exchange tokens of love."
Best men Jiang Chengyu and Wei Qingyang, and bridesmaids Zhu Ling and Su Wanyue stepped forward and presented the ring box.
Teng Zijing put the ring on An Ran's finger, his fingertip lightly brushing against her ring finger;
With trembling hands, Deng Zhouyi put the ring on Yu Qianqian's finger. The two looked at each other and smiled, their eyes sparkling with starlight.
"The ceremony is now complete. The groom may now kiss his bride!"
Teng Zijing gently lifted An Ran's veil and placed a deep kiss on her forehead;
Deng Zhouyi carefully embraced Yu Qianqian and kissed the top of her head.
Thunderous applause erupted from the audience, fireworks burst open with a "bang," and ribbons and rose petals rained down, bringing the wedding to its climax.
"Let's congratulate both couples on their marriage once again! Next, the bride tosses her bouquet, let's see who the next couple is!"
Yang Fan and others, along with Su Wanyue, Zhu Ling, and other brides, rushed off the stage, waiting for the two brides to toss their bouquets!
Jiang Chengyu quietly left the stage and casually sat down at a VIP table below the stage.
The emcee announced from the back: "Let the newlyweds make their noise; our distinguished guests may now take their seats."
The wedding banquet now officially begins. Please enjoy the fine food and wine and share this joy with the newlyweds!
The host bowed and left the stage, the music started again, and the guests raised their glasses in celebration. The entire courtyard was filled with heartfelt blessings and laughter.
"Qianqian, over here!"
"Mr. An, throw it this way!"
Shouts rose and fell from the crowd. An Ran and Yu Qianqian exchanged a glance, both seeing smiles in each other's eyes.
The two women, holding their bouquets, turned gracefully and called out in unison, "One...two...three..."
Before the words were even finished, both bouquets of flowers were tossed into the air simultaneously, instantly sparking a frenzy of scrambling and screams:
"Oh, mine!"
"Caught!"
Behind the artificial hill, a stream flowed gently. Shu Yazi had arrived in Kuncheng at some point and now stood quietly in the shadows, taking in the expressions of Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji.
He watched the two fools in love hurting each other, shook his head, and gently raised his sword finger.
The bouquet that flew from An Ran's hands seemed to be drawn by an invisible thread, falling precisely into Jiang Chengyu's arms.
Jiang Chengyu was caught off guard and watched helplessly as the bouquet crashed into his arms, instantly freezing on the spot.
The other business owners at the table all smiled and congratulated him, saying, "Wow, you've got the bouquet! Mr. Jiang, good things are just around the corner!"
Jiang Chengyu seemed frozen in place, his fingertips touching the softness of the petals, a sense of familiarity suddenly welling up in his heart—
The same white best man suit, the same white roses—that year, he sat quietly in the corner, and the bouquet Yang Ying threw was slapped by someone and landed in his arms just like that.
Exclamations of surprise rose and fell around them: "President Jiang, is there something good going on? Who is he going to give the bouquet to?"
Jiang Li sat among the guests not far away, watching Jiang Chengyu holding the bouquet, looking stunned. She was equally shocked, and also felt a little bit of "hope".
As Mu Xiaoji watched the bouquet fly into Jiang Chengyu's arms, her blood seemed to freeze instantly.
Memories flooded back—that day, Jiang Chengyu, holding a bouquet of flowers, walked through the crowd and stood before him.
Smiling, she said, "Xiao Ji, I'm just passing on this to you, wishing you find your Mr. Right soon."
Then he turned and left gracefully, entrusting Rong Shishan to hand over his cell phone, car keys, and bank cards. He disappeared for two years.
Fear gripped his heart like vines, and he dared not think any further. An ominous premonition made him tremble all over, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.
He felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly, and a suffocating sensation rose up his throat.
He could barely breathe, and only one thought remained in his mind: I can't let him go, the twins can't live without him.
He frantically spun the wheels of his wheelchair, wanting only to escape towards the door—only if he left would Jiang Chengyu not leave, and those bad things would not happen again.
When Jiang Chengyu came to his senses, his gaze swept across the crowd, and he saw Mu Xiaoji pushing the wheels of her wheelchair with all her might.
The hurried departure of the figure, the sound of the wheelchair scraping the ground was rapid and chaotic.
His heart tightened, and he instinctively chased after her, the bouquet in his arms being slightly deformed from his grip.
The surrounding noise seemed far away; he could only hear his own rapidly beating heart.
And that cry that kept echoing in my heart: Xiao Ji, don't go, wait for me.
Just as Mu Xiaoji's wheelchair reached the edge of the path covered with white roses, one of the wheels suddenly got stuck in a gap in the stone slabs, causing the wheelchair to tilt violently and almost tip over.
Jiang Chengyu used his martial arts technique to appear instantly in front of the wheelchair and firmly supported it.
Mu Xiaoji lunged forward and crashed into Jiang Chengyu's arms, her nose brushing against his shirt, carrying a faint scent of soap.
He hurriedly pulled away, his voice strained: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
Jiang Chengyu first steadied the wheelchair, then reached out and fastened the brakes to ensure it wouldn't shake anymore.
Then he knelt on one knee, holding the bouquet in both hands, and presented it to Mu Xiaoji, his voice carrying a barely perceptible tenderness: "Xiaoji, I wish you..."
"Shut up! I don't want to hear it!" Mu Xiaoji interrupted him abruptly, her chest heaving violently, her eyes almost overflowing with panic.
Jiang Chengyu didn't say anything more, but gently placed the bouquet on his lap.
Mu Xiaoji reacted as if she had been burned, and in a panic, she threw the flowers away, scattering rose petals all over the ground.
He looked at Jiang Chengyu, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "I don't want to... What exactly do you want to do?"
A few petals of the white roses beside the path were blown by the wind and fell at their feet.
The air was filled with a sweet floral fragrance, but it couldn't suppress the tension and panic at the moment.
Jiang Chengyu knelt there, looking up at his reddened eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed, but he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
She then pulled the jade bracelet out of her inner pocket. Mu Xiaoji looked at the jade bracelet, tears welling up in her eyes and wetting her clothes.