"I will beat him up hard!" Gu Qingchen snorted softly.
Fang Zimo realized, "A fury for a beauty! Old Gu, you are getting wiser! Otherwise, Miss Bei won’t like you, and being desolate in old age would be miserable."
Gu Qingchen looked at him: "If you don’t work as a doctor, there is another profession that suits you well. You should become an entertainment reporter!"
Isn’t this implying that he is a paparazzo?
Fang Zimo hadn’t managed to stop Gu Qingchen when he had already gone to greet today’s bride.
"Zheng Tong, happy wedding!" Gu Qingchen gazed at her.
Today, Zheng Tong wasn’t wearing her black-framed glasses but had switched to contact lenses. She stretched out her hand and gave Gu Qingchen a big hug, "Gu, the male god, long time no see!"
Fang Zimo stepped forward, putting down his wine glass: "Zheng Tong, and me too?"
"Senior Fang..." Zheng Tong smiled at him: "You’ll always be just a little less than Qingchen!"
Fang Zimo pretended to be very upset: "My red envelope is no less than Old Gu’s, that’s hurtful to say!"
"Senior Fang is still the same as before, hasn’t changed at all." Zheng Tong looked at them, "But Qingchen has become even more charming. I didn’t expect that, in the blink of an eye, more than a decade has passed. It feels great to see you guys! Thank you for coming to my wedding today."
Fang Zimo nudged Gu Qingchen: "That’s why I hate walking with this guy, always pushing me to do something!"
"Indeed, kill the consort and you will be the queen!" Zheng Tong teased him with a laugh.
"No!" Fang Zimo took on the aura of an Emperor, "Those are women’s deeds, I aim to kill the crown prince and become the Emperor!"
"You look like a puppet emperor!" Gu Qingchen rarely cracked a joke, then turned his gaze towards the stage.
Bei Ran was already walking towards the stage of the wedding venue in a white knee-length cheongsam. Although he didn’t know whom she had seen just now, she still steadied her emotions and walked confidently onto the stage.
Fang Zimo hooked his arm around Gu Qingchen’s shoulder and then said to Zheng Tong, "The bride is busy today, let’s get together another time!"
Thus, the three nodded, and Zheng Tong also went off to prepare for her bridal duties.
Bei Ran walked elegantly onto the wedding stage, took the microphone, and looked at all the guests below.
"Dear friends, on this beautiful day in the fiery July, a passion as intense as fire sweeps through each of us; more fervent and fiery than the blaze is the grand wedding today of Mr. Duan Feixun and Miss Zheng Tong. Thank you to all the relatives and friends who have come to attend the wedding, your presence has propelled this grand wedding to its hottest climax." Bei Ran spoke with a gentle smile, eloquently starting the wedding.
As Bei Ran spoke on the stage, Tao Yu’en felt this voice and face seemed familiar. She adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses and took a closer look at the stage.
She has become even more beautiful after not seeing her for six years.
Time is a magic wand that, with a wave, can make someone beautiful or more ugly.
Positive and upward life, under the guidance of the magic wand of time, becomes more beautiful and wise, like Bei Ran.
A cunning life, under the temptation of the magic wand of time, becomes uglier and more despicable, like Tao Yu’en.
Tao Yu’en didn’t expect that after six years, Bei Ran, under a period of hiding her shine, turned out to be like a sharp sword drawn in such a grand occasion, an excellent wedding host!
She also understood why recently Tang San and Baijin had been ignoring Qian Zhi Ling; it’s because Baijin’s heart was always set on a woman who had come back!
On the stage, Duan Feixun stood in a white suit opposite Zheng Tong in a pristine white wedding dress.
It was time for Duan Feixun’s marriage vows: "I, Duan Feixun, am willing to take Zheng Tong as my wife, to love her until the day I can no longer love her! After marriage, I will abide by the marital vows, faithful to each other’s bodies. Miss Zheng Tong, would you marry me?"
Zheng Tong looked beautiful today. Although she was thirty-three, the wisdom of life made her shine even more, an epitome of grace rather than just youth.
She gazed at Duan Feixun and said, "Before I say yes, I wish in front of all the guests that our properties after marriage will remain as before, managed separately by each. Duan Feixun, would you agree?"