The phone was on speaker mode, so Fu Nanzhi heard everything clearly.
As soon as the words were spoken, her expression changed.
Fu Nanzhi widened her eyes in disbelief as she stared at Shu Yunyi.
"Are you insane?!"
She then turned and grabbed the phone, saying into it:
"Shen Yi, don’t believe her—she’s drunk and just saying it out of spite."
The wedding venue was in Shangyang, while they were currently in Jianyuan District. Even without traffic, it would take more than twenty minutes to get there.
Even if this wasn’t just drunken anger, it had to be treated as such. Otherwise, if Shu Yunyi were pushed into a corner, her drunken stubbornness could easily spiral into disaster.
Shu Yunyi, her vision blurry, reached out to snatch the phone back.
"I... I’m not... gag..."
Halfway through her sentence, she retched, cutting off the rest of her words.
Seizing the moment as Shu Yunyi leaned over to grab the phone, Fu Nanzhi yanked her back from the balcony edge.
Thud!
In their struggle, Shu Yunyi, weak-limbed from the alcohol, couldn’t resist Fu Nanzhi’s pull, and both women tumbled to the ground.
The phone slipped from her grip, skidding far across the floor.
On the other end, Shen Yi heard the sharp, chaotic noises of the scuffle and immediately called out, alarmed:
"What happened?"
"Hey! Hey! Nanzhi, are you okay? Hello?"
Fu Nanzhi, finally having dragged Shu Yunyi down, felt the sting of her bruised knees—red and purpling from the fall.
Ignoring the pain, the solid ground beneath her brought a wave of relief. She exhaled deeply.
Hearing Shen Yi’s urgent voice from the phone, she picked it up, turned off the speaker, and replied calmly:
"It’s fine now."
"I’ve pulled her down. I’ll stay and take care of her."
"You... just focus on Zhu Yun..."
Shen Yi’s heart, momentarily eased by her words, twisted again with guilt. He could only murmur softly:
"Thank you."
"Nanzhi... you’re always so good."
Fu Nanzhi didn’t know how to respond. She let out a quiet laugh.
"Well, I must’ve owed you in a past life..."
With that, she hung up and turned back to Shu Yunyi, who lay sprawled on the floor, still gagging weakly. She shook her head.
Fu Nanzhi wasn’t just cleaning up Shen Yi’s mess—the stakes on the other side were too high.
This wedding was no less grand than her own had been. The city’s elite had all been invited, even her parents were in attendance.
She knew full well that if Uncle Cheng hadn’t been considerate of her feelings, he would’ve asked her father to officiate as the wedding speaker.
If the groom ran off on the eve of such an important event, where would that leave Cheng Tianwei’s dignity? Or Aunt Wen’s? What about her cousin Zhu Yun’s future?
The entire Tiancheng Group would become a laughingstock across the province. The consequences were unthinkable.
Shen Yi numbly lowered the phone, his emotions in turmoil. When he turned around, he found Cheng Jun standing behind him.
"Zhu Yun..."
Cheng Jun was dressed in a pure white wedding gown, its delicate layers shimmering under the light like pearls kissed by morning dew.
The cascading tulle radiated purity and grace, gathered elegantly atop her head like a princess straight out of a fairy tale.
She studied Shen Yi and asked:
"What’s wrong?"
Shen Yi glanced at the phone in his hand.
"Oh... nothing. Just a friend calling to confirm their seating arrangements."
He didn’t want to ruin Cheng Jun’s mood with the earlier drama—not on their big day.
Cheng Jun’s eyes flickered, but she showed no sign of suspicion. She smiled and replied:
"Oh? Your friends—you mean your old colleagues from the company?"
"We invited your whole former team."
Shen Yi chuckled.
"Yeah, Old Dai, Su Xun, Li Weinan, and the others..."
"But this was just an old college friend."
"Mhm..."
Their conversation was cut short as the coordinator hurried in, calling out:
"Where are the newlyweds? It’s time—get ready to go on!"
Spotting them, he jogged over and reminded in a hushed tone:
"Remember the pacing—walk slowly."
"Groom, watch the hem of the bride’s dress. Do not step on it."
Shen Yi nodded, offering his arm to Cheng Jun.
Cheng Jun’s face glowed with happiness, her eyes brimming with joy and anticipation.
She slipped her lace-covered arm into his.
The picture-perfect couple—handsome groom, radiant bride—stood side by side, a match made in heaven.
The coordinator admired them for a moment before turning to organize the rest.
"Where are the flower children? Kids, stop running around!"
"Parents, please gather the little ones here. We’re about to start!"
——
Back at the apartment, Fu Nanzhi finally managed to haul Shu Yunyi onto the couch after much struggle.
The weather was turning cold, and lying on the tiles would’ve given her a chill.
She draped a blanket over Shu Yunyi, then wiped the sweat from her brow. The effort had left her exhausted.
But there was no time to rest yet. She headed to the kitchen, boiled water, sliced some ginger, tossed in a few red dates, and brewed a bowl of ginger soup.
After letting it cool slightly, she brought it to Shu Yunyi, carefully helping her sip it down.
Shu Yunyi, parched and disoriented, drank obediently in her daze.
The warm, spicy soup soothed her stomach and eased her nausea. Soon, the tension in her brow relaxed.
Fu Nanzhi set the bowl aside. Shu Yunyi had curled into a ball on the couch, her hair disheveled, looking pitiful and fragile.
With a sigh, Fu Nanzhi tucked the blanket tighter around her.
She still wasn’t done. She cleaned up the scattered bottles and trash, bagged them, and took them out.
——
"Now, the exchange of rings!"
As the host’s voice rang out, an attendant stepped forward with a tray.
Photographers trailed closely, capturing every precious moment.
Shen Yi opened a small box—a diamond ring nestled inside.
Cheng Jun extended her hand, tears streaming down her face. She covered her mouth, too overwhelmed to speak.
She had waited so long for this moment. Now, it was finally hers.
Behind them, Wen Ya’s eyes reddened as she discreetly dabbed at her tears.
Cheng Tianwei maintained his composure, but the twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his emotions as he watched his daughter’s happiness.
The ceremony was succinct—no games or drawn-out segments, befitting the dignified guests.
After the vows and a change of titles, it was official.
Once the wedding concluded, a popular singer took the stage, energizing the crowd and lifting the atmosphere even higher.
——
Exhausted after the long day, the newlyweds finally returned to their marital home.
Given the formality of their high-profile wedding, the traditional rowdy door games were skipped, and they headed straight back to rest.
Cheng Jun had long shed her heavy wedding gown, changing into a vibrant red qipao for ease of movement.
The wedding chamber was lavishly decorated with red lanterns and green ornaments, creating a festive atmosphere. Huge silk drapes cascaded from the ceiling, enveloping the entire room in an opulent display of grandeur.
Cheng Jun returned home and immediately collapsed onto the embroidered quilt, lifting her sore feet with a coquettish sigh as she called out:
"Honey, rub my feet for me~"
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
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s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
