Rose Manor: Tycoon's Relentless Chase-Chapter 379 - 354: Holding the Wedding (Part 2)

"Haha, what’s going on? It feels like Jianian is in a daze today." Seeing her unable to speak, Zhao Shunyi laughed and exchanged glances with Bai Changxia, "She usually isn’t like this."

She knew Shen Jianian as a goddess with a cool temperament and an air of mystery, as described by online comments, always doing things with a calm and composed demeanor.

Shen Jianian’s face inexplicably felt hot. Did she look unnatural?

Oh no, she was starting to worry again about not performing well in the wedding ceremony...

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The wedding venue was finally set at a castle in the United Kingdom.

In June, the castle’s surroundings were covered in lush green grass. Fresh roses flown in by air transport formed a grand arch, and the floral arrangements beside the red carpet piled up like mountains, primarily in pure white and refreshing pink tones.

Hundreds of white wooden chairs were placed on the lawn, with light gauze tied into bows on the chair backs, fluttering in the breeze. Guests gradually took their seats, eagerly awaiting the sight at the end of the red carpet.

A forty-piece symphony orchestra played a graceful and soothing concerto on site, providing the guests with a grand feast for the eyes and ears.

Fu Jichen, in a pure black handmade suit, stood quietly under the flower arch, awaiting his bride.

As the symphony reached its climax, two figures slowly appeared at the end of the red carpet. Shen Jianian, wearing a gorgeous white wedding gown, walked on the red carpet, holding a bouquet in one hand and Pei Che’s arm in the other.

Pei Che had settled in New Zealand with his mother, Zhou Ruo. When they parted, Zhou Ruo had told Shen Jianian that no matter where they were in the future, if she ever got married, she must inform them, and they would see her off as family.

At this moment, Pei Che was acting as a brother, leading her towards her other half.

Growing up, Pei Che had imagined countless times the scene of him and Little Nian at a wedding, never thinking it would be like this. Little Nian holding his arm, and him leading Little Nian, placing her hand in another man’s, entrusting her future to him.

Not far away, the man gazed at Little Nian, deep eyes flowing with affection. From this moment on, it would be this man accompanying Little Nian through life. Pei Che thought he would be jealous, but he wasn’t. He had truly moved on, feeling that everything was destined.

Perhaps, he would also meet his destined person, maybe not long from now.

Unknowingly, the short distance had been covered. Pei Che lifted his eyes, and the man extended a hand. Pei Che held the small hand resting on his arm and placed it in the man’s palm. His lips moved slightly, intending to say something, but in the end, he said nothing. He believed the man understood everything he wanted to convey, making explanations unnecessary.

Fu Jichen clasped Shen Jianian’s fingers, able to see her enchanting eyes clearly through the veil.

Under the guidance of the host, the couple recited their wedding vows and exchanged rings. When the host announced, "The groom may kiss your bride," the guests below broke into smiles, and some even spontaneously applauded.

Shen Jianian lifted her shy, timid eyes towards Fu Jichen, her heart racing.

Fu Jichen smiled, his fingertips pinching the edge of the veil, stopping as he lifted it halfway.

The veil obscured the bride’s eyebrows and nose, leaving only her rosy lips exposed. The groom lowered his head slightly, giving her a restrained yet cherished light kiss on her lips.

The young guests whistled, and someone in the crowd loudly remarked, "Fu Da is so stingy, not even letting us see the bride’s full beauty."

Fu Jichen heard this and chuckled softly. Indeed, he was quite possessive, unwilling to let more people witness her beauty.

Under the flower arch, they gazed at each other deeply. Fu Jichen held her hands tightly, and unable to resist, he pulled her into his embrace, whispering softly in her ear, "Jianian, you look truly beautiful today."

A shower of petals descended, fragrant like falling snow, landing on their heads and shoulders, quickly covering the hem of the white wedding gown with rose petals. It seemed like a new dress, so dreamy and beautifully surreal.

Shen Jianian’s nose suddenly tingled, her hands embracing Fu Jichen’s neck, face buried in his shoulder, her voice carrying a nasal tone of discontent, "Is it only today that I look beautiful?"

Fu Jichen denied quickly, "Of course not. My wife is beautiful every day."

Shen Jianian asked, "What if I grow old and lose my beauty? Will you stop loving me?"

Fu Jichen smiled helplessly, patiently responded, "Mrs. Fu, you need to understand one thing. As you grow older, so will I. The one who should worry about being disliked is me, not you. Will you not love me then?"

"Perhaps... ouch."

Just as the insincere words left her lips, Shen Jianian felt the hand around her waist suddenly tighten its grip, with the dress already heavy, she was nearly suffocated.

Fu Jichen loosened his grip, gritting his teeth as he said, "Just try."

Shen Jianian chuckled, fully aware she was being unreasonable.

After a while, she suddenly disrupted the scenery by saying, "How long are we going to hold each other like this?" Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed many guests watching them, their gazes intriguingly profound.

"I don’t know." Fu Jichen laughed casually, "Till the end of time, perhaps."

Ultimately, they didn’t embrace until the end of time. The host cautiously reminded them from the side that the bride should throw the bouquet now.

Shen Jianian found the veil obstructive to her sight, so she lifted it herself, turned around, raised her hand, and threw the bouquet over her head, then turned back just in time to see Zhao Shunyi using her height advantage to catch the bouquet, raising it high and waving it towards Shen Jianian, her face beaming with a radiant smile.

Shen Jianian covered her mouth with her hand, her smile blossoming like a flower.

Feeling the wedding dress incredibly cumbersome, Shen Jianian planned to return to the suite to change into a lighter outfit before coming back to thank the guests.

She collapsed onto the sofa in front of the dressing table, waiting for the stylist to come and redo her look.

Bai Changxia had gone out to take a call, and Zhao Shunyi’s whereabouts were unknown. The room was left with only Shen Jianian, resting her chin on her hand, feeling slightly bored.

From behind, she heard the sound of the door opening. Thinking the stylist had arrived, she sat up straight and lifted her eyes, only to see Yin Shuyao’s face filled with hatred in the mirror before her.