In the last two months before marriage, Han Yanyan became a sticky spirit, and as long as there was time, she would stick with Qiao Chengyu. Everyone knows that the second son of the Qiao family, who is a high-cold elite fan, will turn into a wife-loving madman whenever he meets his fiancée.
Fortunately, the grand wedding of the golden boy and girl finally arrived as scheduled.
The wedding address was chosen in a foreign castle with a long history. The Qiao family generously packaged the entire castle, where the wedding, banquets and guests stayed.
On the eve of the wedding, according to custom, the two newlyweds cannot meet. But Han Yanyan still quietly touched Qiao Chengyu's room.
Qiao Chengyu guessed it was her when he heard the knock on the door, opened the door and pulled her in, pressed her behind the door and kissed him. Obviously they are about to be a legal husband and wife, but they are like a pair of lovers who are stealing love and enjoy it.
Joy to the extreme, Qiao Chengyu pressed his hand hard on the door, and a thin layer of goose bumps climbed from his back to his shoulders. Han Yanyan hugged his neck tightly, feeling the tiny unevenness between his fingers, like countless electric currents rushing into his body from his fingertips, jumping and galloping.
Han Yanyan was tightly entwined and clinging to him like a vine, perfectly integrated with him, his lips and teeth were intertwined, and even the sweat blended together, regardless of each other.
"Qiao Chengyu, Qiao Chengyu." Han Yanyan called his name.
The trembling aftertaste was still there, and Qiao Chengyu couldn't speak at this time, so he could only respond with a hoarse "um".
"I like you..." Han Yanyan whispered softly, "I like everything about you..."
Qiao Chengyu finally broke free from the trembling and looked up at her. Han Yanyan staggered with the tip of his nose, his lips almost touching his lips. Her voice was as thin as a babble, and it was only at such a distance that she could hear it clearly.
She said, "You're like, tailor-made for me..."
The words that followed were sealed with warm lips. Han Yanyan was deeply immersed in the gentle mud, unwilling to extricate herself. The person who was going to be the bride the next day was too sore to walk in the end. The groom-to-be took advantage of the quiet of the night and quietly hugged her and sent her back to the room.
Before the wedding on the second day, he was still worried about her, bribed a group of bridesmaids, and smoothly entered the preparation room to see her.
The tall, deep and large rooms of the ancient castle are built with boulders as walls, and the colored glass reflects the sunlight, creating a religious solemnity. Han Yanyan was in this hazy halo, sitting in a simple and beautiful wooden chair, looking at himself in the mirror. The snow-white skirt of the wedding dress was spread out on the ground, shining with a holy light.
She is the bride of his dreams. For a moment Qiao Chengyu even held his breath, daring not to disturb her.
Han Yanyan saw the person in the mirror and smiled at him in the mirror: "Why are you here? Didn't you say that you are not allowed to meet before the ceremony?" Not her.
Qiao Chengyu let out a sigh of relief, exhaled slowly, stood far away, and stared at his bride quietly.
Han Yanyan turned around: "What's wrong?"
She had a gentle smile on her face, but Qiao Chengyu remembered that when she opened the door and saw her for the first time, she looked at herself in the mirror, and there was no smile on her face. He hesitated because of this, and at the moment before the wedding, he felt hesitant in his heart.
But Han Yanyan smiled and reached out to him: "Come here."
Qiao Chengyu walked over and held her hand. Han Yanyan's hands were soft and warm. Qiao Chengyu's heart somehow calmed down.
Looking at his bride, he suddenly bent down, kissed the back of her hand lightly, and then knelt down in front of her on one knee.
Han Yanyan was surprised and funny: "Are you going to propose to me again?"
But Qiao Chengyu had a serious expression and serious eyes. He knelt down in front of her on one knee and held one of her hands, like a knight swearing allegiance to the princess.
"Yanyan," he said, "I am lucky to marry you. I thank God for giving me this luck. I, Qiao Chengyu, swear to you—"
"I will do my best to be the husband you want and give you the marriage you want."
"I will be loyal all my life, to you, to our marriage and our family."
"I'll be a good husband and a good father."
"In the future we have a child, whether it's a boy or a girl, I will love him/her and you with all my heart."
"Parent meeting, sports meeting, stage performance, reading competition, provincial competition... I assure you, I will not miss any important time in his/her life..."
"Yanyan, Yanyan..." Qiao Chengyu stared at his bride and asked softly, "...why are you crying?"
The tear streaked across Han Yanyan's smiling face. She clenched his hand and replied, "Because of happiness."
Her throat trembled slightly, and there were three words stuck there, unable to speak.
Can't speak.
Qiao Chengyu stared at her for a moment and chose to believe. He got up and kissed her cheeks and eyes, dried her tears, and told her, "You won't be happier than me."
"Because," he smiled, "I'm about to be the happiest person in the world."
He let go of her hand and exited the room.
The bridesmaids, makeup artists, stylists, costumers, and staff who had just left to make room for the new couple rushed in, and Qiao Chengyu disappeared behind them. Han Yanyan kept staring at the door and couldn't see him anymore.
"Oh, don't look, I'll see you in fifteen minutes." Some bridesmaids joked.
A group of daughters roared with laughter: "I can't wait for fifteen minutes, oh, what a big bowl of dog food!"
Han Yanyan put away all the emotions she couldn't help revealing. She raised her chin slightly and showed the smile of "Miss Han".
Fifteen minutes later, she was standing outside the huge wooden door on time. The giant door slowly opened with the sound of music, and the guests turned around on their seats, looking at today's bride. Han Yanyan, like a warrior, showed her proud and reserved smile, took her father's arm, and stepped onto the red carpet.
On the other end of the red carpet, Qiao Chengyu was tall and straight, but his eyebrows were full of happy expectations. He was waiting for her on the other end of the red carpet, waiting to take her hand, put on her wedding ring, and listen to her say "I do". From then on, she was his wife.
His expectation was so strong and so intense. Han Yanyan could feel it from a long distance.
Father Han felt that his daughter's hand suddenly tightened. He patted the back of her hand with a smile, signaling her not to be nervous. So what if she gets married, she is someone else's wife, and she will always be his daughter and the heir of the Han Group.
There is nothing scary.
Han Yanyan understood what his father meant. She turned her head with a smile, leaned in and kissed her father's cheek lightly.
She has lived happily here in the past two years, all because of the strong businessman behind her.
Thank you.
The music changed, and the father and daughter looked at each other, rolled up their arms and took a step.
The red carpet was quite a long distance, and the flower girl opened the way. Han Yanyan took her father's arm, dragged the tail of her long skirt, and slowly walked towards her groom. The closer she got to him, the more she could see the joy and excitement hidden under his calm expression.
Han Yanyan's eyes suddenly moved away from her fiancé and shot at the guests.
Because of various frontiers, Qiao Wenxing did not become Qiao Chengyu's best man. But his position is still very high.
From sitting here, Qiao Wenxing had a strange feeling when he saw his half-brother dressed in a dress, standing tall and straight waiting for his bride. He seemed... dreaming again.
When the heavy giant door slowly opened and the noble, proud and beautiful bride stepped on the red carpet step by step closer ring.
At this moment, the bride, who was looking at the groom with a smile, suddenly cast a glance.
The earthquake came suddenly. Many people were unprepared and fell to the ground at once. The originally solemn and gorgeous wedding suddenly became chaotic.
Qiao Wenxing snapped back to his senses.
What is he thinking. This is someone else's wedding, this is Han Yanyan and Qiao Chengyu's wedding. The two of them, one is about to become his sister-in-law, and the other has become the heir to the family. Qiao Wenxing thought, this is the end of the matter, and he should stop thinking about it.
But, so strange.
These should obviously belong to him. Why has everything changed
The shaking of the ground stopped for a moment, but the scene was already chaotic. Some people have already fled the door. After all, in the face of natural disasters, life is still important.
"Smoke smoke!"
Han Yanyan heard two people calling her. One is her father and the other is her groom. They all called out her name, trying to tell her to evacuate the building quickly.
Han Yanyan turned a deaf ear. After a few shocks just now, Father Han had already fallen to the ground, and their arms were disengaged. Han Yanyan was not restrained, she held up her skirt and took another two steps forward. Instead of going to her groom, she went to her ex-fiancé Qiao Wenxing.
The target of this world.
Qiao Chengyu, who had just stood firm, called out Han Yanyan's name, but saw that his bride ignored him and walked straight to Qiao Wenxing. Qiao Chengyu was stunned.
Han Yanyan walked to Qiao Wenxing in two steps, and the two met their eyes.
Han Yanyan saw confusion in Qiao Wenxing's eyes. She smiled and asked, "Do you regret it?"
Qiao Wenxing replied like a dream, "I regret it."
Following this question and answer, the world that had been calm for a few seconds shook violently. Windows burst, roof beams collapsed, and a massive column slammed down.
The pillar fell in the direction of Qiao Chengyu, and Qiao Chengyu quickly stepped back to dodge, but he saw that the broken pillar was pressing down on a group of people. Including Father Han who just stood up and wanted to pull his daughter to escape.
He saw the well-dressed guests scream and flee, swarming to the gate.
He also saw that his bride turned a deaf ear to all this, and his brother turned a blind eye to everything. Between him and her, it seemed like a whole other world.
Han Yanyan knew what was going on around her, and knew that her "father" might have died. She didn't even look back.
"They don't matter, it's the mission objective that matters. No one else needs to care about the mission objective."
The unpleasant and harsh electronic sound seemed to be in the ear. Han Yanyan ignored the panic scene around her, she only looked at Qiao Wenxing.
Qiao Wenxing was dazed in her eyes.
Why is this happening? Why did he lose everything? As if... it was because of a woman. But Qiao Wenxing found that he couldn't remember the woman's face or name, and he couldn't remember his original intention of giving up all this for her.
In this daze, a voice floated lightly into his ears.
Han Yanyan said, "Since you regret it, let's end it quickly."
It exploded like a muffled thunder in my ears. Qiao Wenxing murmured: "Yes, let's end it... This is not what I... want... "
The world shook and vibrated and rumbled. People's screams and cries were even suppressed and sounded blurred. The wall collapsed, the floor cracked a huge gap, and white light poured out of the gap.
People fled towards the gate at a much faster speed than usual, but dazzling white light poured in from outside the gate and from the cracked window.
The white light drowned the world and melted the world, including everyone in the world.
"They don't matter, it's the mission objective that matters. No one else needs to care about the mission objective."
Don't you care? At the last moment, Han Yanyan couldn't help turning her head.
Qiao Chengyu didn't run away, he was still standing there, looking at her with tight lips across the fallen giant pillar between them. He had a gut feeling that everything that was going on had something to do with her, and he thought she would give him an explanation.
But Han Yanyan gave him one last look, her lips moved, and she couldn't explain it to him after all.
I'm sorry, I came into this world with a goal... not you.