Yin Mo and He Chen each carried the ring tray, approaching them. Li Qiao’s side glance was accompanied by a tear at the corner of her eye. She hadn’t looked up yet, so she didn’t see Shang Yu’s increasingly dark red eyes. The black ring box appeared thick and solemn under the sunlight. The box was opened, a glimmer swept across. Two identical golden rings caught everyone’s attention. The golden ring faces were respectively inlaid with two of the rarest red fancy cut diamonds. The precious diamonds were polished into the shape of letters, one letter being S and the other L. Their names were engraved on the backs of the rings, specially designed by Li Qiao. Shang Yu looked intently at the pair of rings, his fingertips trembling slightly. He picked up the ring with the letter S, gently wore it on Li Qiao’s ring finger, and bent down to plant a deep kiss. Li Qiao smiled through tears, picking up the ring meant for Shang Yu and placed it on his ring finger. At the moment the ceremony was complete, the priest smiled gently and said, "May you forever love each other, united as one. Groom, you may kiss your bride now." Shang Yu and Li Qiao’s eyes met, both filled with profound love. The man used his ring-wearing hand to cup the girl’s cheek, slowly leaning in. Li Qiao smiled softly at the lips, her eyes gently closing. At the moment their lips touched, a beautiful melody played on-site— So as long as I love you, Will have you and hold you, you look so beautiful in white... The music played at the most fitting moment, capable of touching people’s hearts. Thunderous applause erupted on-site as well. Li Qiao and Shang Yu kissed each other, but without any suggestive desire. Until Li Qiao felt a coolness slip into her lips, she opened her eyes slightly to see tears running down Shang Yu’s cheek. He closed his eyes, tears falling from the corners, wetting their lips. Li Qiao discreetly cupped his face, using her fingertips to wipe away traces from the corner of his eye. With the kiss concluded, Shang Yu embraced her effortlessly, his handsome face resting against hers, huskily murmuring, "I love you, unwavering until death." After the wedding, it was time for the bouquet toss. There were too many single, unmarried people on-site, countless ones eagerly raising their arms inside and out. "Qiaoqiao, over here." "Young Mistress, to the left, to the left." "Qiaoqiao, straight ahead, look at me." The groomsmen and bridesmaids stood at the front; compared to others’ excitement, they seemed much calmer. Jin Rong looked back, smirking disdainfully, "Is this thing really that magical?" Zong Zhan took the cigarette from his mouth, squinting at the bouquet in Li Qiao’s hand, "Only fools believe that." "True or not, let’s hope for some good fortune." British gentleman Feng Yi joked with a smile, after all, whether he catches the bouquet or not, his marriage to Margaret was looming on the agenda. At this time, He Chen provocatively licked his lips, "I’ll send you a hundred bouquets tomorrow." Feng Yi turned his head to glance at him, "He Xiaosi, you’re quite the killjoy." On the other side, in the bridesmaid group, Xia Siyu nudged Yin Mo’s elbow, "Second Sister, do you want it? I’ll help you grab it." Yin Mo shook her head, tugging at her gauze dress, "It’s of no use to me." Xia Siyu’s heartfelt enthusiasm was dampened with cold water, "Yin Lao Er, you’re really a straightforward girl who doesn’t understand romance." Tang Yiting and Nan Xin, standing by, both burst into laughter. Quickly, Li Qiao announced she’d toss the bouquet, and everyone once again raised their voices in cheers. Shang Yu stood not far away, his deep eyes locked onto her figure. Li Qiao turned around, giving the diamond bouquet a final touch before tossing it high over her shoulder. In an instant, chaos erupted on-site. "Don’t grab it, it’s mine." "Whoa, whoa, who’s pushing me?" "Luoyu, what are you doing, grabbing a bouquet?!" Amidst the noisy shouts and clamor, the bouquet flew like a ball of embroidery, rising and falling through the air. The front-row groomsmen and bridesmaids had long been scattered. Yin Mo’s dress was a bit long, and in high heels, she was jostled around. Someone accidentally elbowed her eye corner, causing her to stumble and lose balance. Suddenly, a strong arm timely pulled her by the arm. Yin Mo regained her balance and, on looking closely, saw it was Jin Rong. Her voice of gratitude was drowned out by the crowd’s shouts; seeing her furrowed brows, Jin Rong tugged her away from the crowd, "What did you say?" Yin Mo took a breath, "Thank you." Jin Rong chuckled, waving it off, "No worries, we’re all Qi Qi’s people." They chatted a bit, as if no one else was around, when the bouquet fell from the sky, hitting Jin Rong’s head. The weight of the diamond bouquet was imaginable, Jin Rong cursed, looking down to find the bouquet at his feet. Without much thought, he picked it up and stuffed it into Yin Mo’s arms, "Hurry, take it, opportunity knocks but once, it’s all diamonds." They could fetch a good price broken apart. Jin Rong, this virtuous father figure, fully displayed his excellent character, hearing that Qi Qi’s Second Sister’s family wasn’t well-off. With this bouquet in hand, their next life would be free from worries. This whimsical-minded Jin Rong didn’t know how the bouquet ended up hitting himself. At the back of the crowd, He Chen gazed at them with a steely expression, cheekily sneering. At this point, Zong Zhan and Feng Yi exchanged a glance, both looking playfully at He Chen. Zong Zhan teased, "Are you hoping to drop dead Old Boss Jin?" Feng Yi was laughing uncontrollably, "He Xiaosi, you had it coming." "Finished?" He Chen’s long eyes saturated with discontent, glared sideways at them. Zong Zhan stroked his chin, watching Jin Rong chatting with Yin Mo in the distance, adding fuel to the fire, "Big Boss Jin has been single for so many years, if Wenxi Island could gain a mistress, it might not be so bad." Feng Yi chuckled without a word, opting out of the fray. He Chen cast a drifting gaze, settling it on Zong Zhan, "You’re not even considering how old Jin Rong is!" Zong Zhan leisurely raised an eyebrow, "As long as Yin Mo doesn’t mind. They seemed pretty happy chatting." He Chen scoffed, heading toward the food table to find alcohol to drown his sorrows. Meanwhile, Jin Rong continued to babble on to Yin Mo, "Don’t mind Xiao Si’s unserious nature; he’s not a bad guy, just surrounded by a lot of women, and no other faults. He just attracts too many fans due to his looks." As He Chen passed by, he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. CNM, is this a brother or a foe? Yin Mo was nodding perfunctorily when out of the corner of her eye, she saw He Chen a few meters behind Jin Rong. Her gaze halted, lips pressed, hesitant to speak. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveI★Fire.net Jin Rong noticed nothing unusual, just felt a chill on the back of his head. He rubbed his neck, muttering, "The South Sea’s weather isn’t as pleasant as Wenxi Island’s. Yin Mo, come visit the island sometime, brother will host you." Seeing He Chen walk further away, Yin Mo absentmindedly nodded, "Thanks." By evening, those who hadn’t left were contemplating teasing the newlyweds in the bridal chamber. But before dark, the Mansion announced a clearing of the premises. At this moment, Li Qiao, wearing a red bridal cheongsam for toasts, sat in the villa’s main house living room, irritably rubbing her temples. The wedding had lasted all day, the noise leaving her utterly exhausted. With dignitaries from all sides present, some power struggles were inevitable. Shang Yu specially instructed Zuo Xuan to see off guests and ensure no conflicts occurred while everyone remained in the South Sea. By 8:30 p.m., everyone was safely escorted away. The surroundings of the Round Island Villa returned to tranquility. This grand wedding reached its conclusion as night fell. In the living room, Shang Yu pushed the door open, stepping in under the moonlight. Li Qiao slowly looked aside, her hand gently caressing her pregnant belly, extending her palm to him, "Mr. Shang, happy wedding."