Chapter 112: The Wedding Night (Part 2)

At this time, the back garden was quiet under the moonlight. Above the decorated bridal chamber, the crescent moon was like a light boat, slowly sailing across the night sky, casting a hazy and romantic glow.

In the clear moonlight, one could see various ornamental fish swimming in the pond, occasionally leaping out of the water, dancing with the moon.

The water droplets splashing onto the round lotus leaves sparkled in the moonlight like translucent pearls.

The night was enchanting, such a beautiful scene, how delightful!

The bridal chamber was filled with festive red decorations, with double happiness characters pasted everywhere. Red candles flickered throughout the room, permeating it with a faint fragrance of roses.

Su Qingwan sat quietly on the wedding bed wearing a red veil, his delicate jade hands resting obediently on his lap. He appeared calm, but as the wait grew longer and the night deeper, his heart, full of anticipation and nervousness, was beating incessantly.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a door opening. As orderly footsteps approached, Su Qingwan’s hands clasped tightly together. He knew Sister Yuner had arrived. Thinking about what was to come, his fair face began to blush.

Since the wedding preparations began, Lu Yuner had not entered the bridal chamber. Now, as she stepped in, she thoughtfully observed the familiar arrangements – the room full of red candles, double happiness characters pasted on the windows – all perfectly matching her previous dream.

It seemed that from that time, her fate with A-wan had been foreseen.

The next moment, her gaze moved to the red silk curtains, where the young man in a bright red wedding attire sat obediently at the edge of the bed, wearing a red veil. Suddenly, images from her dream flashed through her mind – the two of them entwined, intimately embracing.

Lu Yuner’s lips curled into a smile, her bright eyes twinkling as she walked towards Su Qingwan sitting on the wedding bed. “A-wan, have you been waiting long?”

Under the red veil, Su Qingwan’s eyelashes fluttered. These past few days, unable to see Sister Yuner, he had not only yearned for her, but also longed to see how she looked in her wedding attire as his bride.

Although he had been sitting in the bridal sedan chair, when they passed through the streets today, amidst the clamor, there were many young men praising Sister Yuner’s beauty.

Su Qingwan answered obediently, full of anticipation, his voice soft and sweet: “Mm, I… missed Sister Yuner.”

“I missed A-wan too.” Lu Yuner smiled, sitting beside him, her voice as gentle as water, “It’s been a few days, let me take a look at A-wan.”

Lu Yuner slowly reached out to lift his red veil, while Su Qingwan watched the red silk gradually rise, his hands nervously gripping his sleeves.

As he finally saw that familiar and exquisite face, his breath visibly caught. Compared to her usual plain and elegant attire, today she wore a vibrant red wedding dress, her face delicate and beautiful, making her incomparably stunning.

No wonder those men on the street had been full of praise. Usually, Sister Yuner rarely went out except for official business, preferring quietude, so people knew little about her.

Today, at their wedding, everyone saw Sister Yuner’s beauty. Likely, there would be even more people thinking about her now.

Su Qingwan’s eyes flickered, and before Lu Yuner could get a good look at him, she was suddenly pushed down onto the wedding bed behind her with some urgency.

As she reacted, a figure pressed down on top of her. Lu Yuner smiled at the young man above her, thinking how mischievous he still was after not seeing her for days.

He missed her, and she missed him too.

Moreover, he was originally incomparably handsome, and today in this red wedding attire, which was very particular with its gold thread embroidery and fine material, such an intensely bright color brought out his rarely seen allure, making it hard to look away.

Su Qingwan gazed at the woman before him with burning eyes, reaching out with his jade-like white hand to gently caress her picturesque brows, her long thick eyelashes, her small straight nose, and finally stopping at her soft fragrant cherry lips.

As his fingers moved, Su Qingwan spoke with fascination, his tone determined: “This, this, this, and this, all belong to A-wan.”

The long wait and woven dreams were all realized in this moment.

Not only had he gained Sister Yuner’s affection, but he had also become her husband, would bear children for her in the future, and grow old with her till the end of their days.

She was finally his.

The next moment, Su Qingwan couldn’t resist lowering himself, softly nestling against her slender neck, his lips deliberately brushing against her sensitive, reddening ear as he whispered shyly and cautiously: “Sister Yuner belongs only to A-wan, right?”

Although they were now married, he hoped that his long-held desire to possess her alone could receive her promise.

Such presumptuous words from a man were somewhat domineering and against male virtue. By rights, a man should belong to a woman, but he simply couldn’t hide his strong possessiveness.

Or perhaps he was too greedy.

The warmth from his fingertips had just grazed her skin, and now his hot breath fell on her ear. Lu Yuner’s eyes narrowed slightly as she reached out to gently caress his slender waist. This familiar tingling sensation spread throughout Su Qingwan’s body, causing him to tremble slightly.

Seeing that Sister Yuner only responded physically without verbal confirmation, Su Qingwan’s phoenix eyes drooped slightly. He bit his lip, then raised his head to gently bite her soft lips, his voice muffled and sticky, “Sister Yuner, please answer me, okay?”

Sensing his dejected mood, she knew he wanted a solid promise.

In fact, for her who had lived two lifetimes, she had nothing but this life. Although she lived here, her essential thoughts had never changed, and her views on love were simple.

What is loved is what is worthy, what is loved is given everything, without regret or resentment.

She liked him, loved him, everything of hers was his, including herself.

Looking at the fair and beautiful face before her, the clear phoenix eyes reflecting pure innocence, Lu Yuner couldn’t resist moving her hand from his waist to his soft cheek, gently pinching it. The texture was delicate and soft, pleasant to touch and seemingly delicious.

“Of course, I am A-wan’s, I belong only to A-wan.” Lu Yuner’s lips curled into a smile, and suddenly she flipped their positions, pressing him beneath her. Su Qingwan fell into the soft, fluffy wedding quilt in the midst of this whirling motion.

Before he could regain his senses, he looked up and met those clear peach blossom eyes. The next moment, he felt a warm wetness envelop his face, accompanied by light nibbling.

Unexpectedly, Sister Yuner would engage in such childish behavior. It didn’t hurt at all, instead arousing an inexplicable pleasure that almost made him emit an embarrassing sound.