Chapter 578: The Wedding Procession
Who would have thought back then, even in their wildest dreams, that the innocent-looking roommate who had the face of a boy would end up marrying another roommate and even be pregnant?
Zhang Shaoqing could hardly believe his eyes as he watched Ning Chu fall into this predicament. He was completely baffled by how things had gotten to this point.
Dressed sharply in a suit, he drove leisurely, glancing at the rearview mirror. The luxury car he chose to drive for Ning Chu and Wen Yang was the shining star of a wedding convoy, threading through the streets like a long snake, accompanied by five rented cars behind them.
“Wen Yang, you nervous?” Zhang Shaoqing teased. “Give me some tips for when I get married; I’d like to be prepared!”
In the back seat, Wen Yang held a bouquet, his face tense, even twitching a bit: “We’ve been married for years! It’s just a formality; why would I be nervous?”
“Sister-in-law~ Your sister has been up early, doing her makeup!” Black Bean, in the passenger seat, leaned over the seat to look back. “She looks like a fairy descending from heaven!”
She squinted with a smile, “And you, brother-in-law, look super handsome today! That suit suits you perfectly.”
The tailored suit complemented Wen Yang’s physique, with a small red flower pinned to his chest, signifying his identity as the groom.
“Does it match your sister?”
“Of course!”
Wen Yang’s hands gripped the door handle nervously; his right leg bounced up and down as he looked out at the street through the car window.
They were almost at the mother-in-law’s house, and he could hardly wait to see his bride today, although he was also dreading any potential tricks that might be pulled.
The bridesmaids were Qian Qian and Lily; the latter was shy and unlikely to cause trouble, but Qian Qian was a wild card—who knew what she would come up with?
The convoy entered the residential community and parked beneath the mother-in-law’s building.
Wen Yang pushed the door open, instinctively looking up at the window, where he caught a glimpse of a little head peeking down.
“They’re here, they’re here!”
Qian Qian squealed like a groundhog, bolting out the door. “Lily! I’m going to block the door! Wen Yang is going to pay big today!”
“No, be gentle.”
Ning Chu looked at Qian Qian with concern; Wen Yang’s money was basically her money—talk about draining his assets!
She instinctively wanted to get up and check the situation in the hallway, but Lily was already pulling her back into the bedroom.
Yan Xinya raced over, her pregnant belly undeterred as she bounded along eagerly.
“Just sit on the bed and wait! We’ll handle everything outside! Lily, help check Ning Chu’s makeup.”
“I’m on it.”
With no other choice, Ning Chu kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, only to find Yan Xinya inspecting her shoes as if looking for hidden treasure.
“Seriously…”
Simplifying the process really would have been a good idea.
Kneeling on the bed, she folded her hands on her belly, anxiously watching the tightly closed door.
Lily carefully spread out the skirt of her traditional wedding dress, arranging it into a nice circle and scattering flower petals around her, transforming Ning Chu into a fairy among flowers.
“Lily, how’s your guy doing?”
To lighten the mood, Ning Chu tried to strike up a conversation with Lily.
“Look up, time for touch-ups.”
Lifting her chin slightly, the makeup brush grazed her face, causing a tingling sensation that made her instinctively close her eyes.
“Is everything done except the final step?”
“Mm…”
“Wow, that was quick! Almost like a freebie~”
“Slower than you.”
“……”
Ning Chu shot a glare at Lily, embarrassed and annoyed.
But it was true, back then when she and Wen Yang became a couple, they quickly moved in together in an off-campus rental; aside from a few awkward encounters, they had done everything else.
Outside, the cheerful sounds of celebration reached her ears, snapping her back to attention. She sat up straight on the bed, listening intently to the commotion outside.
“So many people…”
She instinctively bit her lip, but before she could react, the bedroom door swung open, and a crowd of seven or eight people bustled into the tiny bedroom, like a band of robbers claiming their prize.
Wen Yang was surrounded as he walked in, and upon seeing his bride sitting on the bed, he froze in awe.
“How did you get here so fast?” Ning Chu was stunned, her eyes wide, incredulous.
“Qian Qian tried to stop me, but the home password lock has my fingerprint.” Once he shook off his surprise, Wen Yang grinned and walked over to the bed, extending his hand, “Let’s go, my bride~”
“My shoes…”
Ning Chu helplessly looked toward Yan Xinya.
“You need your shoes? Go find them~” Wolf Girl proudly stretched her back, “Or how about some wine or red envelopes? Your choice! I hid them really well~”
Qian Qian cheered from the side, and Lily was quietly bringing over a tray of shots of white liquor to Wen Yang.
Sighing, Wen Yang pulled out a thick red envelope and handed it to Qian Qian, taking a sip from the glass.
After that time he got his license and drank until he passed out, he’d never touched white liquor again. Occasionally he’d have a beer with friends after work, but if Ning Chu caught him at home, she’d lecture him.
The burn from the liquor hit him hard, making him cough at the first sip.
“Maybe we should skip it?”
Seeing Wen Yang blush from coughing, Ning Chu urgently tried to intervene, but her tiny voice was drowned out by the crowd’s ruckus.
Zhang Shaoqing, the best man, was no help at all—he was just as rowdy! Wang Jie looked totally lost and was of no use.
Ning Chu was starting to lose her patience when she saw Wen Yang peer reluctantly at the next glass, already having barely staggered through the first. She couldn’t sit still any longer and jumped up from the bed.
The bedroom fell silent for a moment.
She knew it wasn’t proper etiquette, her face flushed red, her petite feet stepping onto the big red comforter as she approached Wen Yang, slightly bent over and wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Don’t drink anymore, let’s go~”
Understanding what she meant, Wen Yang grinned, and in a flurry of gasps from everyone, he lifted her into a princess carry and turned to leave the bedroom.
Ning Chu buried her face into his shoulder, feeling too shy to look up, her ears were already burning red.
Mom saw this scene and was momentarily stunned, realizing they were just in the procession; if she didn’t know better, she’d think they were kidnapping her daughter!
She knew Wen Yang was too gentle for such rough behavior; it was clear her daughter had taken the lead this time.
Being swooped into the living room, when Ning Chu finally looked up, she was met with her mom’s exasperated gaze, and she shifted nervously closer to her mother, defending herself, “I just don’t want Wen Yang to drink.”
“You just can’t wait to get married, can you?”
“But we’ve been married for years already~”
Her mother shot her an incredulous look, “How are you going to walk without shoes? Is Wen Yang going to carry you downstairs?”
“True!”
Despite saying this, Yan Xinya had already found the hidden shoes and held them with a resigned look.
Wen Yang stood obediently in front of the sofa, bending slightly with an overly eager smile as he offered tea, “Mom, I’ll toast you a glass.”
Her mom maintained a cold, dissatisfied expression as she took the tea, casting a glance at Wen Yang.
“Mom~ Why the long face? It’s scary,” Ning Chu poked her mother’s side, “It’s a day to celebrate~”
Her mother struggled to keep a straight face but eventually cracked, glaring at her daughter, who was practically elbowing the wall, turning back to Wen Yang with a blend of relief and helplessness.
Honestly, she was quite happy with this son-in-law.
Though he may have had nothing in the past, after so many years he had finally built a little fortune, and she had seen how well he treated Ning Chu.
More importantly, after nearly ten years of being tormented by a succubus, Wen Yang showed no signs of weakness; he constantly complained to her how vigorous Wen Yang was, saying he was spoiled and didn’t know how lucky he was.
It was more like she had come to see Wen Yang as a son after so many years of knowing him.
Her mother waved to Wen Yang with a smile, “Sit down, why are you so nervous? No one’s going to eat you.”
Feeling somewhat stiff, Wen Yang sat down, with Ning Chu on either side of her mom.
“In the future, you two need to support each other and walk together on this journey of life.”
Her mother clasped their hands together.
“Wen Yang, I’m leaving Ning Chu in your care. Don’t let her be wronged or bullied.”
“Don’t worry, Mom!”
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Man, that was hard to write. After editing half the day, let’s just leave it at this!
