BPTCMW : Chapter 73

The film Hidden Heart was in the running for awards, and the crew had been extremely busy for the past few weeks. Xia Yang hadn’t been home in over half a month.

“Should we postpone the wedding? We haven’t sent out the invitations yet,” Han Yi said over the phone. Lately, they had only been able to communicate through video calls and messages.

“No,” Xia Yang replied, unwilling to change the date they had set. After a pause, he added, “It should be over in a couple of days. The director knows about our wedding and has agreed to let me go home early.”

“Alright,” Han Yi said, casually flipping through the wedding plans on his desk. “Let me know when you’re coming back, and I’ll pick you up.”

“Mm-hmm, okay,” Xia Yang agreed. The background noise on his end was loud. “I’ve got something to deal with here. I’ll talk to you later. Go to bed early, okay?”

“Goodnight,” Han Yi said, waiting for Xia Yang to hang up before setting his phone down.

The wedding was planned to take place on a private island—the one Han Yi had bought at an auction, Summer Island. It was a purely personal event, with only close friends and family invited.

The wedding planning company had submitted four or five proposals, all of which Han Yi had carefully reviewed. The final decision would be made once Xia Yang returned.

Sometime later, in the darkness, Han Yi thought he heard the faint sound of running water from the bathroom.

He glanced toward the bathroom and saw the light was on, with a shadow moving inside. Someone must be showering.

At 11 PM, Han Yi turned off the lights in his study and headed to the bedroom to wash up and rest.

The servants and the housekeeper wouldn’t dare use his bathroom without permission. Sensing a possibility, Han Yi sat up in surprise and turned on the bedroom light.

About ten minutes later, the sound of the shower stopped. Shortly after, Xia Yang emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a bathrobe.

His skin was flushed pink from the hot water, and his hair, still damp, clung to his forehead. His deer-like eyes, though tired, sparkled with the joy of being home.

Seeing Han Yi sitting on the couch in light gray pajamas, Xia Yang was startled. “Huh? Why are you up? Did I wake you?”

The bedroom lights had been off when he came in.

“Why are you back today?” Han Yi asked, ignoring the question. A hint of joy flashed in his dark eyes, and the corners of his lips curved into a soft smile. “Did you sneak back to surprise me?”

“Hey, don’t steal my line,” Xia Yang said with a grin, poking Han Yi’s arm. He shook his head like a puppy, deliberately splashing water droplets onto Han Yi’s face.

Han Yi didn’t bother wiping the water off. Instead, he gently grabbed Xia Yang’s hand, pulled him into his arms, and kissed him.

“I missed you.”

Heat surged in Han Yi’s deep eyes as his arms tightened around Xia Yang. The longing from their days apart seemed to pour into the kiss and embrace, filling the room with warmth.

Xia Yang’s heart raced, and his breathing grew uneven. The words he wanted to say were lost in the passionate kiss, coming out fragmented.

“I missed you too…”

His pajamas wrinkled as the thin curtains cast their silhouettes on the window.

“Are you too tired tonight? You’ve been on a plane for over two hours,” Han Yi asked between kisses.

Xia Yang clutched Han Yi’s collar, tilting his head back.

“I rested on the plane. I’m not tired. Hold me tighter…”

He reached over to the small drawer beside the couch, where they kept some private items. His hand found what he was looking for.

The intimate atmosphere filled the bedroom, only calming down as the sky outside began to lighten…

—

In May, the wedding took place as scheduled. Guests arrived one by one, flying to the island a day or two early and staying at the hotel.

Early on the wedding day, Han Yi and Xia Yang were ushered into the styling room by the makeup and hair team to get ready.

The sun had just risen, and most guests were still asleep, but the two grooms were full of energy, even though they had only slept for five hours after the rehearsal and dinner the night before.

Their wedding suits had been custom-made a month earlier at a high-end European brand. One was white, and the other was black. They had worn the black suits for the dinner the previous night, but for the ceremony, they both chose white.

Xia Yang’s slim waist was accentuated by the tailored suit, his black hair and eyes giving him a lively, delicate charm.

Han Yi, who usually wore dark suits and exuded a cold, steady aura, looked strikingly different in white. He appeared softer, like a prince straight out of a fairy tale.

The styling team clapped in unison. “So handsome, so beautiful! We’ve worked with so many couples, but you two are definitely the most good-looking!”

Han Yi’s gaze fell on Xia Yang, intense and direct. He raised his arm and gestured, a slight smile on his lips. “Come here, let me take a look.”

Xia Yang lowered his eyes shyly, his ears turning red. It felt like a school of joyful fish had swum into his heart, and he slowly moved closer to Han Yi.

The stylists exchanged glances, excusing themselves to go smoke, and tactfully left the room.

Alone, the air between them grew thick, and the temperature in the room seemed to rise.

A unique emotion swelled in their hearts as the two wedding suits pressed together.

But Xia Yang only dared to hug Han Yi lightly, afraid of wrinkling the suits and ruining their wedding.

When Han Yi leaned down to kiss him, Xia Yang swallowed hard, blinked, and whispered, “We’ll kiss during the ceremony. Let’s not do it now.”

“Just a warm-up,” Han Yi said without hesitation, kissing Xia Yang’s lips.

“Be gentle,” Xia Yang murmured, his voice trembling. “The suits can’t get wrinkled.”

“Don’t worry, the fabric is wrinkle-resistant,” Han Yi deepened the kiss, holding Xia Yang tightly. “I specifically asked for top-tier wrinkle-resistant material.”

Xia Yang: “…”

Xia Yang: “Thoughtful as always. That’s so you.”

Han Yi: “Of course.”

At 11:08 AM, the wedding ceremony officially began.

Bright sunlight sparkled on the azure waves, making the sea look like a field of diamonds. The main stage was set up where the ocean met the white sand, decorated as a pastel pink rose garden—romantic, warm, elegant, and beautiful. The vibrant colors reflected the smiles of everyone present.

Guests took their seats below the stage, with Han Yi’s grandmother, parents, close friends, and the groomsmen sitting in the front row.

Liang Yue and Tang Siming were part of Han Yi’s groomsmen, while Yuka and Sui Wen were Xia Yang’s.

The four of them had several well-crafted wooden signs at their feet. They planned to raise the signs at each step of the ceremony, like fans cheering at a concert.

On the main stage, Fang Ming served as the wedding host. Since Xia Yang hadn’t invited his so-called “family,” Han Yi’s grandmother, Madam Tang, would accompany him and hand him over to her grandson.

They had long become family, so there was no need to distinguish whose family should hold whose hand.

As the uplifting wedding march played, the two grooms walked toward each other. White waves joyfully lapped at the shore, and seagulls danced in the sky above them.

The four groomsmen raised their “cheer signs” in unison, displaying lyrics from an old song: “Little brother, walk forward boldly~ Walk forward, don’t look back~ The road to heaven is 9,999 miles long~”

Xia Yang and Han Yi didn’t notice them. At that moment, their eyes were locked on each other’s faces. The heat in their gazes made their hearts race, and as they held hands, a mix of excitement and sweetness spread through them.

Madam Tang took Xia Yang’s hand and placed it in her grandson’s palm. “Xiao Yi, I’m entrusting Yang Yang to you. Take good care of him.”

“I will, don’t worry,” Han Yi said solemnly. The next moment, he tightened his grip on Xia Yang’s hand, and the two walked toward the main stage together.

“Next, the grooms will exchange rings,” Fang Ming announced, clearing his throat to continue the ceremony.

Han Yi took the black velvet ring box from the tray held by the attendant and opened it, revealing a pair of diamond wedding rings.

The diamonds symbolized eternal love, and inside the rings were engraved their names side by side.

Fang Ming’s voice came from behind them again. “Han Yi, do you—”

“Wait,” Han Yi interrupted him. Xia Yang looked up, and the guests below also turned their attention to Han Yi, their eyes wide with curiosity.

“I’d like to take over this part,” Han Yi said, holding Xia Yang’s ring in his hand.

Fang Ming, momentarily stunned, quickly stepped back and handed him the microphone.

Han Yi looked into Xia Yang’s sparkling deer-like eyes, his gaze softening. After a moment, he took a shallow breath and said, “The days I’ve spent with Xia Yang have been nearly perfect, with almost no regrets. But yesterday, I realized I still owe him a proposal. Today, here, I want to make up for that.”

The crowd below erupted in cheers and applause.

Xia Yang’s cheeks flushed, his eyelashes fluttering. His heart raced.

He had imagined the proposal before but could never picture someone like Han Yi kneeling on one knee. When the wedding planning company had asked if he wanted a proposal during the ceremony, he had declined, fearing Han Yi might feel uncomfortable kneeling in front of so many people. After all, Han Yi was such a big shot.

But now, the man in front of him straightened his clothes, took a step back, and knelt on one knee.

In that instant, Xia Yang’s mind went blank.

Han Yi looked up at him, deep affection surging in his eyes.

“My life has been blessed with two strokes of luck. The first was meeting you, and the second was falling in love with you. For the rest of my life, I want to care for you with tenderness and patience, to cherish and love you, fulfilling my role as your partner until the end. Reaching out takes only a moment, but holding hands can last for years. Xia Yang, will you marry me?”

The crowd below erupted in excitement, clapping and chanting, “Marry him! Marry him! Marry him!”

The groomsmen raised their signs again: “How can you not marry such a great husband? If you don’t, he’ll shave his head and become a monk!”

Xia Yang’s heart pounded so loudly it felt like his eardrums were vibrating. It was as if fireworks had exploded in his chest, sparks flying everywhere. His eyes grew warm, and his throat tightened. After calming himself for a moment, he bit his lip, nodded, and whispered, “I do.”

“Alright—” Cheers erupted from the guests below.

Xia Yang wiped his eyes, bent down to help Han Yi up, and blinked away the moisture in his lashes before extending his hand.

Han Yi gently took Xia Yang’s jade-like fingers and slowly slid the ring onto his ring finger.

Xia Yang then took the other ring from the box.

“Whether in wealth or poverty, in sickness or health, in good times or bad, I want to stay by your side, never leaving you,” he said softly, placing the ring on Han Yi’s finger.

The sea breeze ruffled their hair and lifted the hems of their suits. As they finished exchanging rings, they gazed deeply into each other’s eyes, love overflowing, their palms burning with warmth.

With the proposal and vows complete, Fang Ming finally returned to his role as the host.

“Next, please embrace and kiss each other, pouring out your love without reservation!”

The crowd below erupted in cheers again.

“Kiss! Kiss!”

“Come on, kiss! We want to see it!”

The groomsmen raised their signs once more, this time each holding one.

“If you’re a man, give him a French kiss!”

“If it’s not at least ten minutes long, no wedding night for you!”

“Stop dawdling! Hurry up! After the kiss, we’re all waiting for the feast!”

“If Brother Yi doesn’t make a move, the four of us will rush up and kiss the bride!”

This time, the four glaring signs finally caught the attention of the couple on stage.

Xia Yang’s ears turned red, and he quickly averted his gaze.

Han Yi’s eyes lingered on the last sign for a second before he reached out, cupped Xia Yang’s face, and pulled him close.

Amid the loud cheers, whistles, and laughter, Han Yi leaned down, and Xia Yang closed his eyes. Their lips met in a passionate kiss.

To them, the world seemed to fall silent, leaving only the two of them.

Sunlight filtered through the white clouds, bathing their faces and flushed lips, as if blooming dreamlike flowers, exuding a sweet fragrance…

—

The wedding ceremony concluded perfectly. Fang Ming invited everyone to applaud once more, offering their sincerest blessings to the newlyweds.

Han Yi and Xia Yang bowed to all the guests amidst thunderous applause, expressing their gratitude.

As they straightened up, they saw the groomsmen holding up their signs again. These were the last ones.

“Good luck, eat chicken tonight!” (wink-wink)

“Drive safely, stay legal!” (have protection lol)

“Happy wedding, a century of harmony!”

“Morning and night, four seasons, to be continued…”

When Xia Yang saw the first sign in Liang Yue’s hands, his face turned red again.

He tugged at Han Yi’s sleeve and whispered something in his ear.

Han Yi glanced at Liang Yue, giving him a sharp, warning look.

Tang Siming noticed too and turned to see the words on Liang Yue’s sign. He immediately punched Liang Yue. “What’s with ‘eat chicken tonight’? There are so many people here! Can’t you keep it appropriate?”

Liang Yue gasped. “Oh no, oh no! I grabbed the wrong one!”

He quickly bent down and pulled out another sign, this one reading: “Good luck, stay together forever.”

The little incident passed, and the joyful atmosphere continued. Guests gradually left the main stage and boarded the cruise ship for the wedding banquet.

Xia Yang and Han Yi walked hand in hand along the white sand, taking their time. The cruise banquet wouldn’t start for another half hour, so they had plenty of time.

“Out of all the signs they held up, there was one line I really liked,” Xia Yang said, turning to look at Han Yi, his eyes bright and his lips curved in a gentle smile.

“Which one?” Han Yi teased, raising an eyebrow. “Good luck, eat chicken tonight?”

“Stop it!” Xia Yang laughed, poking Han Yi’s arm. “I’m being serious.”

“Okay, tell me. Which line did you like?” Han Yi stopped teasing and looked at Xia Yang, his eyes filled with unprecedented tenderness.

“Morning and night, four seasons, to be continued,” Xia Yang said, engraving those words in his heart.

“I like that line too,” Han Yi said, his lips curving into a smile.

Every morning and night, every season with you—all the beautiful moments will come unexpectedly.

Author’s Note:

This book ends here~ Thank you again for accompanying me, my darlings. If you could leave a finished rating, I’d be even more grateful~

Mwah, see you in the next book (^▽^)

R : so cuteeee

Finally done ! ♥