Chapter 70

The wedding took place at the Royal Opera House in Country F.

The theater, a blend of classical and Baroque styles, stood majestically on the ground. The two statues at the top of the building were lifelike, and the entire structure exuded unparalleled elegance, making it one of the greatest works of art of the 19th century, even without dancers gracing its stage.

Despite the widespread media attention, they only sent wedding invitations to friends, leaving journalists outside, disappointed and shut out.

Wang Zai and Snowball, both wearing bow ties, lay quietly on their chairs.

Shen Yuanting, dressed in a black suit, stood straight, his eyes fixed on the other end of the corridor, waiting for the arrival of the other groom.

The theater was adorned with fresh flowers picked that morning. The opulent design blended seamlessly with natural beauty, but everything else faded into insignificance. The young man walking towards him was the only brightness.

Yan Zhao, dressed in a matching suit, had eyes sparkling with radiant light and a faint smile on his lips.

Shen Yuanting watched every second of Yan Zhao’s approach. His icy demeanor melted away, leaving only a pool of gentle warmth.

After each ceremony concluded, the pastor said, “Next, the two newlyweds will exchange their vows.”

This was one of the most sacred moments of the wedding. Shen Yuanting and Yan Zhao chose the most traditional and widely known vows of a Western wedding.

Guided by the pastor, the promises were spoken aloud.

“I, Shen Yuanting, take you, Yan Zhao, to be my partner,” Shen Yuanting said, holding Yan Zhao’s hand, his eyes reflecting the young man’s smiling face, “from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health…”

Yan Zhao had never been one for vows. He always thought that words spoken could be easily broken. But the man’s gaze was intense, like a blazing flame, burning away all betrayal and lies, leaving only love and fidelity.

Yan Zhao’s face grew warm under his gaze. Even though he knew he would have to repeat the vows after the pastor, as Shen Yuanting spoke the final words, Yan Zhao found himself silently promising along with him, “I will cherish you, love you, and remain faithful to you until death do us part.”

Having acted for many years, Yan Zhao had an excellent memory and never got stage fright. But as he made his own vows, he felt an unusual nervousness.

He nearly bit his tongue while reciting the lines with the pastor.

Shen Yuanting wore an almost imperceptible smile. After Yan Zhao finished his vows, he gently held his left hand and placed the ring on his ring finger, with an unprecedented carefulness and reverence.

Afterwards, Yan Zhao also put a ring on Shen Yuanting. As he slid the ring onto the man’s slender finger, he was enveloped in Shen Yuanting’s familiar scent. Shen Yuanting embraced him, lifted his chin, and kissed his soft lips.

The kiss was gentle and simple, much different from their past deep kisses, but Yan Zhao’s heart pounded like never before.

Friendly applause and whistles rang out, and the two separated but continued holding each other’s hands tightly.

Since it was all friends at the wedding banquet, the atmosphere was relaxed, filled with the clinking of glasses and playful banter.

Sheng Xin held his wine glass, envious, “I really thought Old Shen would be single for life, but damn, you turned out to be the first one to get married among us…”

Shen Yuanting replied, “You can aim to be the last one to get married.”

Sheng Xin: “…”

Ying Hongyu: “…”

Yan Zhao: “Don’t mock others at the wedding!”

The noisy banquet continued until the moon was high in the sky. After seeing off the guests, Yan Zhao and Shen Yuanting returned to their hotel suite.

Even though the wine was of a very low alcohol content, Yan Zhao still felt slightly drunk. He clumsily loosened his tie, unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt, and lay on the bed in a daze.

The bed sank as Shen Yuanting sat beside him, touching his face, “Is your stomach okay? Should I get you some hangover soup?”

“No need,” Yan Zhao nuzzled his hand like a gentle cat, “I’m just a bit tired.”

Shen Yuanting lay down beside him, pulling him into his arms. Yan Zhao’s lips pressed against his Adam’s apple, feeling the movement of the soft cartilage.

Yan Zhao chuckled softly and began to kiss that spot.

Shen Yuanting held his waist and with a swift motion, flipped him over, pressing him down.

Looking into his mischievous and triumphant black eyes, Shen Yuanting’s throat tightened, and he bent down, capturing his lips in a kiss.

This was the most intense and unrestrained Shen Yuanting had ever been, as if he had lost all reason, driven purely by primal instinct to possess his lover. Ignoring Yan Zhao’s pleas, he pushed him to the brink, his face flushed with exertion.

After several rounds, Yan Zhao was left panting, supporting himself against the mirror, with tears clinging to his eyelashes.

The reflection in the mirror made his lower abdomen tingle with a mix of shame and curiosity, and heightening his senses to their peak. Shen Yuanting seemed to possess endless energy, leaving Yan Zhao powerless to resist, subject to even more excessive actions.

After it was over, Yan Zhao felt as if his whole body had fallen apart, every bone so soft that a touch could make it disintegrate. He lay quietly on the bed, glaring at the man in reproach.

Shen Yuanting caressed every inch of skin under his hand contently, and felt a deep sense of satisfaction and ease.

Shen Yuanting suddenly said, “The first time I met you, I thought you must have had some bad intentions.”

Yan Zhao was taken aback, recalling that rainy night when he was running around a garbage bin like a headless chicken, almost breaking down while searching for Wang Zai.

He intentionally pinched Shen Yuanting’s cheek. “I was looking for your son until past three in the morning, and you gave me a cold face. Do you have any conscience?”

Shen Yuanting replied, “You even kicked me then. I thought you might have lost your mind from the rain.”

Yan Zhao increased the force of his hand, “Do you want to revisit that pain?”

Shen Yuanting smiled at him, hugging him tightly. “You were so naive then, a little push, and you showed your true colors.”

Yan Zhao felt a bit embarrassed. It only took a few days with Shen Yuanting for his cover to be blown, losing all the dignity of an award-winning actor. “… I wasn’t familiar with the persona ‘I’ was supposed to have back then, okay?” Who pays attention to the psychological activities of a minor character in a novel? It’s already good enough to remember his name.

As Shen Yuanting continued to talk about the past, Yan Zhao got more interested. “Do you remember how you treated me after I met Han Yuxuan in the bar?”

Shen Yuanting: “…” He remembered forcing the drugged Yan Zhao into the back seat, making all kinds of implications, coercing him to promise never to betray him, and then leaving his weakened lover alone in the back seat…

He deserved to die a thousand deaths.

Yan Zhao said, “You really wanted to make me angry.”

Shen Yuanting kissed his cheek. “It was my fault, don’t be mad.”

Yan Zhao retorted, “Do you have the guts to never touch me again for the rest of your life?”

Shen Yuanting lowered his eyes, softening, “No… I can’t live without you…”

Seeing him acting so pitifully, Yan Zhao laughed and planted two kisses on his face, magnanimously saying, “You’re forgiven!”

Before going to sleep, Shen Yuanting talked about his past life. “They must have divorced when I was in sixth grade. It was a bit hard at the time, but mostly I felt relieved…”

“My grandmother was kind most of the time, but she was very strict about my studies. She said she had spoiled Shen Zhuo too much and couldn’t make the same mistake again, so she arranged many classes for me. During the summer holidays, it was from eight in the morning until nine at night, just like school… No, it wasn’t math. I asked for math myself. My grandmother signed me up for equestrian, fencing, and diving—why are you pinching me?”

“My grandmother fell ill, and they didn’t tell me. I was at summer camp at the time. When I got back, she had already been resuscitated but couldn’t walk anymore. I didn’t want to be a burden to her, so I returned to the Shen family.”

“The doctor said Wang Zai had ascites, and he was too young to survive. They suggested euthanasia. But he kept his eyes open, calling out and crawling. I felt he preferred to live painfully rather than die.”

“He used to be very timid, jumping at the slightest touch. My hands were covered with the scratches he left.”

“In high school, I attended a boarding school but applied to rent an apartment outside so I could live with Wang Zai. He would wake me up in the morning, more punctual than an alarm clock.”

“I switched to the computer science department in my sophomore year, minored in finance, and also pursued a law degree… It wasn’t tiring. Studying was a form of relaxation for me.”

“Success in starting my own business was just luck—although saying that sounds hypocritical. But in most things, my luck has indeed been good.” Shen Yuanting paused for a moment, holding Yan Zhao’s hand. “After meeting you, the rest of my luck hasn’t been so bad either.”

The warmth and dryness of Shen Yuanting’s palm made Yan Zhao’s heart feel soft as he held his hand in return.

Shen Yuanting trusted him enough to share all of his past. 

Yan Zhao smiled, “I’m different from you. My luck has always been terrible… You could tell from watching me play cards, right? I’ve never been afraid of adversity, but I do fear multiple-choice questions because with the former, I have the confidence to overcome it, but with the latter, I have a 90% chance of choosing wrong.”

Shen Yuanting: “…”

Yan Zhao continued, “But luckily… I didn’t choose wrong with you.”

Shen Yuanting said with a hoarse voice, “Zhao Zhao…”

“Your story is finished,” Yan Zhao kissed his forehead and asked, “So now, do you want to hear my story?”

– End of the Main Story –

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Author’s Note: 

Thank you all for accompanying me. This concludes the main story. There will be extras, but I’m very busy in real life, so I might not be able to update daily. I’ll notify on Weibo when there’s an update. (There will be a special Easter egg on Weibo today that you all have been wanting.)

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Here is the synopsis of 《Is it too late too cancel the wedding?》:

After getting drunk, Jiang Yao woke up the next day and realized something was wrong.

The other party, who had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a note and a phone number, was the person Jiang Yao hated the most – Duan Zhuxian.

They met again that night.

Jiang Yao couldn’t bring himself to speak, so he first pointed to his sore wrists and questioned Duan Zhuxian on how he dared to tie him up.

Duan Zhuxian: “You were quite cooperative.”

Jiang Yao was speechless.

Although it was the truth.

But even in such a state, losing to his archenemy, suffering severe physical and mental damage, Duan Zhuxian still didn’t forget to confront him, he was really despicable!

Under the cover of night, Jiang Yao felt his nose tingling.

“Duan Zhuxian,

Let’s not meet again in the future.”

Jiang Yao turned around, his eyes red, and his voice fading into the wind.

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Later, Jiang Yao learned that there was a crisis in his family’s company and he needed to marry for alliance.

Thinking of Duan Zhuxian, who had now become the “Mr. Duan” that everyone was chasing after, he felt that he should also grow up.

So he revived with full force, and announced everywhere that he was going to get married and start a family.

As for Duan Zhuxian, he was just a guy kicked out of Jiang Yao’s life, who would bother with him?

Jiang Yao heard from his mother that his marriage partner was a well-behaved, upright young man.

On the day of the meeting, under his mother’s urging, he specially changed into a gentle and harmless outfit, planning to go along with the other party.

However, when he arrived at the restaurant, Jiang Yao looked at the well-dressed, elegant man and was dumbfounded –

“Fuck, how come my wife is you?”

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A story of enemies turning into lovers, but actually a hidden love story.

A gentle scum with deep affection (Gong) × A beautiful and arrogant but easy to tease (Shou)