hes shown at fashion week.Lian Xing'er was very pleased with this dress. After coming out of the cloakroom, she said to Ming Sihan arrogantly: "You can rest assured, I won't tell anyone about you aski...I hope this time, she hasn't made the wrong choice...

After soaking in a large wooden bathtub filled with rose petals, Tong Yimo's bridal makeup was done by her mother-in-law, Mrs. Leng, personally.

The bride's crimson wedding robe, known as a xiaopi, was custom-made for Leng Ye Chen after they obtained their marriage license. He spared no expense, hiring the most renowned bridal makeup and design team in the country to create this masterpiece just for her.

And on the dressing table, that pure gold phoenix crown was an heirloom passed down from her ancestors.

“Women who marry into the Leng family all have to wear phoenix crowns and crimson robes. I married into Xiao Chen's father like that back then.” Mrs. Leng, while combing Tong Yimo’s hair, smiled broadly as she reminisced about her past. “Back then, Xiao Chen's father carried me into the house on a palanquin with eight bearers, and I was ten miles of crimson makeup as I married him.”

Mrs. Leng's family background was prominent, and Tong Yimo had heard about it, so the scene of "Ten Li Hong Zhuang" described by Mrs. Leng must have been very grand.

Tong Yimo listened as Mrs. Leng recounted past happy events, feeling envious in her heart, but not yearning for them.

Although the wedding was somewhat rushed, it was by no means simple.

Except for the absence of a palanquin procession, firecrackers, and celebratory music, all other elaborate rituals were carried out as usual.

In ancient times, people got married at dusk. They bowed to heaven and earth, then to their ancestors, followed by a bow between the couple. Then they would be escorted into the bridal chamber.

The wedding night.

Gold-trimmed red candles flickered softly, casting a warm glow on the bridal chamber. The bed was adorned with red dates, peanuts, longan, and lotus seeds, while the floor was covered in rose petals, creating a uniquely romantic and festive atmosphere in this modern-day interpretation of a traditional wedding room.

Tong Yimo really felt like she had crossed over, and the phoenix crown on her head felt like a thousand catties, pressing down on her neck until it almost broke.

In the cold night, Leng Yechen took a weighing scale and deftly lifted up Tong Yimo's phoenix crown, revealing the red veil beneath.

Perhaps because she knew him too well, she was no longer shy. Instead, as the red veil was lifted, she unfurled the bead curtain before her phoenix crown on her own accord.

After her vision was clear, her bright eyes met his in the cold darkness of night.

At this moment, she could see his handsome face clearly.

In the cold night, Shen Chen was really handsome and beautiful. He was so handsome that she couldn't help but smile.

The more she looked, the more Tong Yimo suddenly felt shy.

She blushed and lowered her head, holding her breath, the blush on her cheeks becoming even more vibrant.

"Later, I'll give you a Western wedding." Leng Yechen sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to lift Tong Yimo's chin and gaze at her sweet face again.

At that glance, his eyes, shimmering with adoration and longing, couldn't look away.

Tong Yimo's little face flushed, and she even coughed.

"What's wrong" Leng Ye Chen was startled, realizing her breathing was labored, as if she were holding her breath. He hurriedly stroked her back, "Are you alright"

"I... I..." She panted lightly, she had unknowingly held her breath just now, "I feel like I'm dreaming, or maybe I've crossed over, or perhaps we're just filming a costume drama."

"You're such a little fool." He gently caressed her delicate chin with his thumb, gazing at her deeply.

"Big brother, are you hiding something from me" Her heart soared again under his touch, her thoughts becoming muddled. "I just feel something's wrong."

"Still calling me 'Big Brother,' huh"

"Big brother, big brother, big brother! I don't care, I just want to call you big brother!" Tong Yimo smiled playfully.

Leng Ye gently stroked Tong Yimo's nose bridge, then helped her remove the phoenix crown from her head.

Her silken black hair cascaded down, falling upon her crimson wedding dress. Coupled with her skin as white and delicate as fresh snow, the depths of black, the vibrancy of red, and the purity of white intertwined, creating a captivating bridal portrait that left him mesmerized.

Actually, he felt like he was dreaming because she had finally become his wife...

"You haven't answered me yet," Tong Yimo repeated, "Is Big Brother hiding something from me"

"No."

"You said you had a mission, Grandpa could understand that right away, but I don't understand. What kind of mission is it"

"When the task is complete, I'll tell you, okay" Leng Ye Chen smiled knowingly.

Tong Yimo no longer pursued the question, but nodded obediently instead, and then said: "Let's go eat something, I'm hungry."

In front of the wedding bed, there was a round table set with six plates of appetizers and a pot of wine. Two small wine cups were tied together with a red string.

Late at night, Leng Yechen took Tong Yimo's hand and walked over to sit at the round table together. He poured two cups of wine and then picked up one cup and offered it to Tong Yimo.

"To a toast, right" Tong Yimo took the cup and smiled.

Lán Yè Chén nodded slightly, then walked around her arm.

They finished their drinks in one go.

This wine is very sweet, smooth on the palate, not spicy, and tastes a bit like glutinous rice wine.

"So sweet." Tong Yimo felt that the wine tasted good. She picked up the wine pot and wanted to pour herself another cup when her body was lifted into the air by the man's arm.

The next second, he seized her red lips without warning.

"Brother... Mmm..." The moment she opened her mouth in surprise, a hint of sweet liquor slid from his kiss onto her taste buds.

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