Is that Fu Rong?

Many guests shared the same thought. The person in the pure white wedding gown… could it really be Fu Rong?

But how could that be him?

If anyone were going to wear a wedding dress, shouldn’t it be Chi Yao? Chi Yao’s face and build would suit a wedding dress beautifully.

Fu Rong, though, with his towering height of nearly 1.9 meters and lean muscles, looked like a giant wrapped in tulle when standing there in the gown.

Forget elegance; it made some people feel like running up to tear off the dress—it might look better if he just went without it.

The sight was so jarring that several guests rubbed their eyes, wondering if they were seeing things.

But no, there was no mistake. That tall figure in the wedding gown was indeed Fu Rong.

Meanwhile, more people emerged from the car procession, including a little one being held. The child’s eyes were fixed on his two fathers, eager to be close to them. But since it was their wedding day, he had to watch from the sidelines for now.

As the couple walked into the hotel, Fu Rong’s parents appeared. When his mother saw her son in a wedding gown, she nearly fainted and had to be steadied by his father. She turned to look again, needing confirmation—was that really her son?

His father said nothing, but a deep crease formed between his brows. His mother took one more look at the hotel entrance, where her son was dressed in a woman’s gown, seemingly ready to marry someone else. She thought about her weak heart and decided she needed a moment to rest.

Soon, Fu Rong returned to escort her, as his father was supposed to walk him down the aisle toward Chi Yao.

The mother, gradually accepting this reality, turned pale. She opened her mouth as if to protest, even wanting the wedding to end then and there, but when she saw the happiness on Fu Rong’s face, she put her hand over her eyes and sighed in sorrow.

Her husband came over and hugged her gently.

“As long as our son is happy, that’s what matters. Young people today have their own way of doing things. All we need to do is support them. Besides, there’s still Yan Yan.”

At the mention of her adorable little grandson, Fu Rong’s mother felt a bit better.

“Where is he?” she asked, trying to shift her focus away from the sight of her son, standing nearly 1.9 meters tall in a gown. Despite its custom fit, it was still hard for her to see.

Fu Rong pointed in the direction where Chi Yan was, and his mother left to find him. It didn’t take long to spot the little one playing with Chi Yao. Chi Yao, who only had his grandfather attending the wedding from his side, turned to greet Fu Rong’s mother. His father, stepmother, and stepsister were absent; though they knew he was marrying Fu Rong, they hadn’t been informed of the exact date, so they didn’t know it was today.

When Fu Rong’s mother appeared, it was evident she had taken good care of herself; she looked barely in her thirties.

Chi Yao hadn’t interacted much with her, only meeting once before, making this their second encounter. It was clear that Fu Rong’s parents weren’t fully supportive of the marriage, but they loved their son. Fu Rong was a determined person, and once he made up his mind, even his parents couldn’t sway him.

Knowing that Fu Rong loved Chi Yao and the little one, Fu Rong’s mother no longer treated Chi Yao as coldly as she had initially. There was even a hint of a smile in her eyes.

As she walked over and saw the baby’s adorable face, her earlier frustration eased. She then noticed Chi Yao’s groom suit and seemed more relaxed. She took out a red envelope and offered it to Chi Yao.

Chi Yao tried to decline, suggesting it could wait, but she insisted, saying, “This is for last time.” She had not given him a greeting gift on their previous meeting and wanted to make up for it.

Since she insisted, Chi Yao accepted it and thanked her. Fu Rong’s mother nodded lightly, then took the baby in her arms, who looked at her with wide, blinking eyes.

“This is your grandma; you met her last time,” Chi Yao said gently to the child.

“Guh-guh!” The baby babbled, unable to pronounce “grandma” clearly.

But Fu Rong’s mother understood and immediately beamed with joy. She held the baby and played with him as Chi Yao watched, relieved to see that Fu Rong’s family genuinely loved the baby. He smiled, feeling reassured.

The wedding ceremony began, and Chi Yao walked toward the hall.

He’d never imagined, not even in his previous life, that he would someday walk down the aisle with someone.

As he stepped forward, he looked down at his fingers, bending them slightly, feeling a strange sense of disbelief.

In his past life, he had been alone in a hospital bed, with only his baby for company. He passed away in loneliness and pain, without anyone else by his side.

Now, in this life, he was surrounded by people who cared for him and loved him. He had found his baby, his adorable companion across lifetimes.

Was he… truly allowed to be this happy?

A pang of doubt crossed Chi Yao’s mind.

Could this be a dream, a beautiful illusion that might vanish?

Please, don’t end. For a brief moment, Chi Yao felt a profound sadness well up inside him. Please, let this last.

He felt dampness on his face. Touching his cheek, he realized he was crying.

Chi Yao smiled through his tears, and through his blurred vision, he saw a figure—perhaps Fu Rong—coming toward him. This person wore a sleek suit, looking exceptionally handsome, with a sharply defined face. He quickly walked over to Chi Yao.

Seeing Chi Yao’s tears, the man took his hand and drew him close.

“Crying? Aren’t you supposed to be happy?” Shen Zhong asked, standing in front of Chi Yao, gently wiping a tear from Chi Yao’s eyelashes.

Chi Yao’s eyes flickered as he recognized him, taking a deep breath and calmly pulling away to create some distance between them.

“The guests are seated in the front,” Chi Yao said, his vulnerability from moments ago vanishing as he looked at Shen Zhong with a composed gaze.

“You’re marrying Fu Rong and didn’t send me an invitation?” Shen Zhong remarked.

“After all, I’m the godfather of your child,” he added.

Chi Yao narrowed his eyes. “I thought, Mr. Shen, you might be too busy, so I didn’t have one sent to you.”

“Oh, is that so? Or maybe you were afraid of what I’d do?” Shen Zhong leaned in close, his eyes glinting.

“If I tell everyone that the baby is actually yours, born from you, don’t you think they’d be shocked?” Shen Zhong said, his gaze holding Chi Yao’s. He had done some investigating, and the results had shocked him. Comparing the baby’s hair with that of Chi Yao’s family and Fu Rong’s family had revealed a truth that left Shen Zhong speechless.

It turned out his brother Shen Ling was telling the truth—the child really was Chi Yao’s, born from him.

“You’re threatening me?” Chi Yao noticed others nearby who seemed inclined to intervene, but he signaled for them to stay back. He needed a moment with Shen Zhong.

The wedding had already begun, but the groom had yet to appear.

Fu Rong, waiting at the hall entrance, looked around, noticing Chi Yao was nowhere to be found. His father held his arm, calming him down, and Fu Rong reassured himself—this was their special day, and he trusted Chi Yao wouldn’t back out.

Chi Yao glanced at Shen Zhong, who was trying to use his child against him.

“Go ahead. Tell them.” Chi Yao suddenly nodded.

Shen Zhong looked momentarily taken aback.

“Announce that I’m the child’s biological parent,” Chi Yao said, smiling.

He tilted his head with a glint in his eye. “Do you think I’d be afraid? I brought him into this world. I’m not ashamed to claim him as my own.”

Chi Yao laughed. “You and Shen Ling truly are brothers.” He left it at that, but Shen Zhong caught the implication—siblings, both equally eccentric and a bit mad.

As Chi Yao turned to leave, he paused. “You’re welcome to my and Fu Rong’s wedding, but if you’re here for other reasons, then once you’re done… kindly leave.”

Chi Yao smiled without reservation as he told Shen Zhong to leave.

Shen Zhong watched Chi Yao walk away, his gaze darkening. In that moment, he seemed to hear the gentle sound of wind brushing past his ears.

He felt he finally understood why his usually indifferent younger brother had fallen for this man, even going a little crazy over him.

Strangely, Shen Zhong also felt a hint of admiration.

But it seemed he had come too late.

With a faint chuckle, he turned toward the hall.

When the groom appeared, everyone let out a sigh of relief; quite a few people had thought Chi Yao might have changed his mind, which would have been a mess.

Chi Yao moved toward the crowd, and when he saw Fu Rong, he gave a slight smile and nodded.

Fu Rong nodded back.

Dressed in a white wedding gown, Fu Rong approached Chi Yao, his hand held by his father, who then placed it in Chi Yao’s.

Fu Rong’s father turned and took a seat at the ceremony platform, beside Fu Rong’s mother. Chi Yao’s grandfather sat on the other side, having initially struggled to accept his grandson marrying a man. But seeing the way the two young men looked at each other, he realized they truly loved each other.

With that, he was certain they had his blessing.