Photos of them together started appearing on Weibo and forums, prompting netizens to speculate that they were preparing to get married.
Jun Mochan neither confirmed nor refuted, allowing everyone to deduce freely.
By the lakeside, under the gently swaying willow trees, Ye Ranran leaned slightly back and Jun Mochan held onto her waist, his gaze downcast.
The azure sky, white clouds, green trees, and the rising hem of her dress composed an exquisitely beautiful scene.
The photographer pressed the shutter button to capture this stunning picture quickly.
In the flower bushes, on the boat, in the grass, their intertwined figures could be seen everywhere.
The photographer did not stop clicking because of their high aesthetic values and harmonizing auras, which were better than many professional models.
Their eyes were full of deep affection.
He wished he could capture every moment between them.
After more than a month of preparation, the wedding day finally came.
The day before the wedding, Jun Mochan came to Charm and sat in his private room, gently swirling a glass of red wine.
He quietly watched the neon lights outside the window of the box.
When the hand on his wristwatch pointed towards the ninth hour, he frowned and was about to pick up the phone near the table when the room’s door was pushed open.
A tall figure walked in, his face scarcely visible under the dim light, only the frosty aura that he carried was quite discernible in the darkness.
"Why are you here?" Jun Mochan’s eyes, which usually remained calm, stirred in surprise when he saw the visitor, but quickly regained their tranquility.
"I asked ’One’ not to tell you." The man sat down on the opposite side.
"There’s no need to punish him. I forced him to tell me. Aren’t you going to inform your family about something as significant as marriage?" He poured himself a glass of wine.
"It’s my business. She’s marrying me, not you guys," Jun Mochan responded indifferently.
"Why so cranky all of a sudden? That problem has been there for so long, but you still haven’t let go of your anger? And when asked about the cause, you won’t even say a word." The man sounded exhausted.
"If you came here to talk about that, then I don’t think there’s anything left for us to discuss." Jun Mochan set down his glass and rose to his feet.
"I heard that the bride had a betrothed, almost got married right?"
Jun Mochan halted, not turning around but his tone was particularly stern. "You got it wrong. She had two fiancés. Actually, the first one never even got engaged, so he naturally disregarded her."
Huo Yi raised his eyebrows involuntarily, sensing something off in Jun Mochan’s words, "Such a fickle woman, she’s hardly worthy of you."
"If I find her worthy, then she is. Bro, there is one thing I have always wanted to ask you. When you left Ranran, did you ever regret it?"
"Why do you bring her up all of a sudden?" Huo Yi sounded irritated.
Hearing this seemingly evasive answer, Jun Mochan chuckled faintly. "Once I finish with the wedding, I will naturally bring her home."
With that, he walked off, his strides large and purposeful.
"It might be too late then." Huo Yi’s gloomy words didn’t reach Jun Mochan, so he didn’t know what kind of storm would be stirred up the next day.
Because tomorrow was their wedding day, Ye Ranran stayed at the old residence tonight.
Tomorrow, Jun Mochan will take her from there to their new home.
Jun Mochan lay down on the side of the bed where Ye Ranran usually slept, breathing in her scent before gradually falling asleep.
That night, he dreamed about the past again.
When he was seven years old, he lived in a military compound with his grandfather.
(Thanks to ’Jin Se Can Nian’ and ’Wind without Roots’ for your rewards, muah)