Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Ji Xingâs breathing quickened. The moment he approached her again, he grabbed the back of her head and pressed her against the sofa. His lips pressed against hers. âSong Yiyan, youâll be mine forever!â
Unlike a lunatic, Song Yiyan still had her rationality. She reached out and pushed him, mumbling, âYou are injured!â
In the living room, Nangong Lengyu had been watching them for a long time, but no one had come out or heard anything. She asked Ling Sheng, âWhat are the two of them doing? Do you want to go take a look?â
This was strange and worrying.
They are getting married tomorrow, why did this happen today?
Fortunately, his injuries were not serious. If his heart and lungs were really injured, how could they hold a wedding tomorrow?
âMom, just wait!â Ling Sheng pulled her back. âTheyâre definitely fine. They might even be together now.â
âWhat are you talking about!â Nangong Lengyu glared at her.
Not to mention that Ji Xing was still injured, Yanyan was also pregnant. Why would they end up together? Didnât they still have to treat his wounds?
âIâm not talking nonsense.â Ling Sheng smiled meaningfully.
There was nothing that Ji Xing could not solve by being intimate with her. They would even go to the balcony, sofa, and kitchen to do it.
No one else knew what had happened between Song Yiyan and Ji Xing. Only Ling Sheng, her husband and Huo Ci knew. No one else knew.
When Qiao Yuan heard that there seemed to be a conflict here, she quickly came over with Bai Lu to take a look. However, when they arrived, Ji Xing and Song Yiyan had already reconciled. There was nothing unusual about them, she even felt that they seemed to be more loving than before.
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The next morning, Ling Sheng got up. As the brideâs family, she had to be with her.
âYouâre not nervous?â Ling Sheng remembered that when she got married, she hadnât felt much the first night. The next day, she was nervous to death.
Song Yiyan was very calm and said matter-of-factly, âIâm marrying into the family. Why should I be nervous? Heâs the one who is marrying into my family, not the other way around.â
Ling Sheng pursed her lips. She felt that although she looked calm on the surface, she must be panicking inside. She just didnât want her to know. âI often stay at my house too.â
Song Yiyan shook her head. âYou already said that itâs often. Donât you still have to go back to Jun Shiyanâs house?â
Ling Sheng corrected her seriously. âThatâs my house too.â
Song Yiyan was really panicking, but she realized that she could still divert her nervousness when she spoke.
Speaking of which, she didnât know what it felt like to be married for the first time. They were clearly together even though they werenât married. Even if they werenât married, they lived together. They lived in the same place and nothing changed.
But for some reason, she felt that there would definitely be a huge change after they got married. Perhaps it was a psychological change?
âHow did you feel when you got married?â Song Yiyan couldnât help but ask Ling Sheng.
âI donât know either. I didnât feel anything the night before.â After Ling Sheng finished speaking, she thought for a moment and said, âBut just as my father was holding my arm and we were about to walk onto the red carpet, I saw my husband at the end of the red carpet. I suddenly couldnât help but cry.â
Song Yiyan looked at her in disdain and smiled. âLook at you. Did your father cry?â
At that time, she was also at the end of the red carpet as a bridesmaid. The scene was very lively, and she really didnât notice that she was crying.
âI was in a complicated mood at the time and didnât see it clearly. However, when I watched the video later, my fatherâs eyes turned red.â Ling Sheng said, âYou wonât be able to imagine that scene. Think about what kind of person my father is, he was the Movie King. Even he couldnât hold back at that time.â
âMy current mood is about the same as the night before your wedding!â Song Yiyan concluded, feeling that she definitely wouldnât cry.
Itâs a wedding day, whatâs the point of crying!
But in the end, Song Yiyan still overestimated herself. When the music started and her father took her arm, her motherâs eyes were red with surprise and relief. She looked at her with happiness and reluctance, she couldnât hold on anymore.
She finally understood what Ling Sheng meant when she said that unless it was at a critical moment, she would not be able to experience the emotions then. It was clearly blissful, but she could not help but want to cry.
It was as if her tears had already been stripped away and existed alone. The more she wanted to hold back her tears, the more she couldnât control herself. Especially when she saw her father, who had never cried in front of her, his eyes shining with broken tears, her tears fell.
Fortunately, she controlled herself in time and did not let her tears continue to fall. Before she could walk on the red carpet, Ling Sheng, who was beside her, wiped her tears.
Ling Shengâs voice was very soft. âNow you know!â
Song Yiyan didnât say anything and looked at her deeply. She understood!
The wedding music started. At the other end of the red carpet, Ji Xing looked at his bride affectionately and walked towards her.
On the other end of the red carpet, Song Yiyan smiled and walked towards her groom.
The guests present looked at the couple with eager blessings.
Jun Shiyan held Ling Shengâs hand and bent down slightly to whisper in her ear, âMadam Jun, the wedding is over. Letâs go fishing!â
âWhat are you fishing for? A rich wife?â Ling Shengâs voice was very low, and she was smiling.
âIf you want.â Jun Shiyan took her small hand, unfolded it, and let her grab his tie. âI caught it.â
He and his Madam Jun were already complete.
Now, Ji Xing and Song Yiyan had already walked from one beginning to another, and they would always be happy. And so were they.
He prayed that everyone present would have a perfect life and a sincere love. They would never be separated from their lover.
Five months later, Song Yiyanâs delivery date was a week earlier than her due date.
Ling Sheng and Jun Shiyan returned to the Huo family to pay respects to their ancestors. She did not expect the baby to make a move a week earlier and could not come over to accompany them.
However, that night, she dragged her family over.
âLittle Snowball, this is your little brother. Do you see him?â Ling Sheng hugged her daughter, who was only two months old, and showed her the little guy on the crib.
The Little Snowball was only two months old and didnât know how to look at things yet. Its big eyes darted around, not knowing where it was looking, but in the end, it fixed on the little guy on the crib.
The little guy was really too cute, he was as fair as a little pink ball and not wrinkled at all. His skin was as tender as tofu and the more they looked at it, the better he looked.
Ling Sheng looked at Song Yiyan. âWhy is your child so good-looking when he was just born?â
Song Yiyan was still in a daze and felt a little weak. âThe doctor said that he was soaked in amniotic fluid.â