Chapter 30

Once all the guests had arrived, the wedding proceeded smoothly.

The MC on stage guided the ceremony with humorous words, building the atmosphere to a climax before formally introducing the bride.

The bride’s name was Bai Anzhu, and she was petite and gentle in appearance. She wore a white wedding gown and slowly walked towards Qi Ling, holding her father’s arm.

The dazzling lights made the bride appear even more radiant than usual.

Qi Ling stood frozen, as if in a daze.

Not just Qi Ling, even Song Wenzhou couldn’t help but keep his gaze fixed on the slowly approaching couple. The handsome groom and the beautiful bride were a perfect match, making everyone feel longing and envy.

A smile unconsciously appeared on Song Wenzhou’s face. This scene, no matter how one looked at it, was nothing short of sacred and beautiful.

Unlike Song Wenzhou, Mu Chi’s gaze seemed to be on the couple, but in reality, his focus was on Song Wenzhou’s profile. He saw the corner of Song Wenzhou’s mouth curl into a smile as he stared intently at Bai Anzhu’s father placing her hand in Qi Ling’s.

Mu Chi’s fingers subtly twitched as his gaze shifted downward, noticing Song Wenzhou’s long, fair fingers casually resting on his thigh.

He had held those hands countless times, kissed them countless times, and in moments of passion, had even released with their help many times.

He knew how delicate Song Wenzhou’s palms were, but the fingertips had developed thin calluses from long hours of typing on a keyboard. He also knew the circumference of each of Song Wenzhou’s fingers, having secretly measured them while Song Wenzhou was asleep.

The MC began to deliver the wedding speech, and Qi Ling was no longer in a daze. When asked if he was willing, he loudly declared his agreement.

Song Wenzhou vaguely noticed Bai Anzhu’s face turning red under her delicate makeup, her eyes brimming with happiness.

Song Wenzhou was emotionally moved by their joy, his heartbeat quickening a little. He instinctively wanted to turn to look at Mu Chi but felt a sense of hesitation due to everything that had happened. In the end, he only dared to glance sideways.

Mu Chi, who had been watching him the entire time, noticed this fleeting glance and raised an eyebrow, filled with surprise and joy.

What made Mu Chi feel happy was nothing more than his feelings for Song Wenzhou being reciprocated. As he had said the night they were about to break up, he could do anything for Song Wenzhou, but occasionally he wanted to be pampered by him. Otherwise, he would lose confidence, fearing that Song Wenzhou didn’t truly love him.

Song Wenzhou had been caught stealing a glance and felt a little embarrassed. He quickly turned his head, his eyes darting nervously, his ears turning warm as his mind replayed Mu Chi’s serious gaze and the surprised look he had given when he caught Song Wenzhou stealing a look.

It wasn’t until a burst of enthusiastic applause erupted that Song Wenzhou came back to his senses.

Both parties had finished their speeches, and on stage, Qi Ling and Bai Anzhu kissed.

Song Wenzhou had turned his head earlier, so now he only had the back of his head facing Mu Chi. He saw the parents at the neighboring table covering their child’s eyes, while they themselves seemed to enjoy it.

Song Wenzhou couldn’t help but feel like laughing, not sure whether it was because of the scene before him or because of Mu Chi by his side.

In addition to the exciting kiss between the bride and groom, there was another lively segment before the meal—the bouquet toss.

As soon as the MC announced this segment, Song Wenzhou saw many young men and women eagerly moving forward. Some were simply caught up in the excitement, but others, who were deeply in love, genuinely hoped to receive the bouquet, symbolizing the transmission of happiness.

Song Wenzhou was so caught up in watching the spectacle that he didn’t notice Qi Ling secretly giving Mu Chi a signal.

Mu Chi received the signal from Qi Ling but didn’t move forward. He just smiled and shook his head while staying seated.

Actually, there was a bit of “behind-the-scenes operation” here. Before Song Wenzhou had broken up with Mu Chi, Mu Chi had told Qi Ling that he wanted to snatch the bouquet and give it to Song Wenzhou. Qi Ling had confidently promised that he would make Bai Anzhu cooperate, deliberately tossing the bouquet in Mu Chi’s direction.

Although Mu Chi couldn’t openly take the bouquet, with his height, long legs, and competitive personality, it was impossible for him not to get it if he really wanted to.

But when the moment came, Mu Chi didn’t move forward. Qi Ling, not aware of the situation, could only whisper to Bai Anzhu to let her do as she wished when she glanced at him.

Bai Anzhu stood with her back to the crowd and threw the bouquet over her shoulder with all her strength.

The bouquet, made up of roses, lisianthus, peonies, and other flowers, was trimmed into a spherical shape. Without holding the stem, it was hard to catch properly. The bouquet passed through several people’s fingertips before finally being caught by a tall boy.

As soon as the boy caught the bouquet, he turned and ran back to his seat, instantly becoming the focus of everyone’s attention.

During the scramble for the bouquet, it became a little loose. As the boy ran quickly, a stem of lisianthus fell to the ground.

No one paid much attention to this minor mishap. The boy ran straight to a girl sitting in the back row, and under everyone’s gaze, the girl’s face turned bright red as she shakily took the bouquet from the boy.

Loud applause and cheers erupted from the crowd, and everyone’s faces wore smiles full of blessings.

Amidst the clamor, Mu Chi bent down and picked up the lisianthus that was quietly lying on the ground not far away. He smelled it, then forcibly pressed it into Song Wenzhou’s hand.