The wedding of Wen Jin and Jing Xiaocha was also scheduled for May Day.

It was exactly one year after the wedding of Bai Xiaoxiao and Luo Haofeng.

Although the timeline was a bit rushed, the preparations were not hasty. However, it was not Wen Jin who personally took care of it, but fully entrusted to Wen Ran for the preparations.

Except for work, all of Wen Jin’s time was spent with Jing Xiaocha.

On the contrary, Jing Xiaocha felt that after registering with Wen Jin, life was no different from the previous few months.

If there was any difference, it was that Wen Jin seemed to be treating her better and better. Except for work, all his time was devoted to accompanying her.

During her early pregnancy, she had severe morning sickness, and Wen Jin tried all ways to make various delicacies for her, even in the middle of the night, as long as she slightly mentioned a certain food.

He would satisfy her, bringing the food she wanted to eat right in front of her.

The night before the wedding.

In the bathroom, after Jing Xiaocha finished vomiting and rinsing her mouth, the large hand on her back finally let go, and the other hand with the tissue reached her mouth, gently wiping her lips.

"Brother Wen, I’m fine now."

Meeting Wen Jin’s pained dark eyes, Jing Xiaocha felt warmth in her heart, yet also a sense of guilt.

Her pregnancy had troubled Brother Wen quite a bit these days.

Wen Jin nodded, "I’ll accompany you upstairs to rest for a while first; later, when you feel like eating, you can eat."

Knowing that after vomiting she wouldn’t feel hungry, and it would take some time before she could eat a little.

Jing Xiaocha forced a smile, "Brother Wen, you continue eating; I can go upstairs by myself."

"I’ll eat with you later."

Wen Jin shook his head in refusal, insisting on accompanying her upstairs.

Along the way, he assisted Jing Xiaocha, treating her like a national treasure, caring for her every step.

Jing Xiaocha knew her words were ineffective, so she allowed Wen Jin to hold her, returning to the master bedroom, where Wen Jin helped her lie down on the bed.

He himself sat on the edge of the bed, gently holding her hand.

"Are you feeling a bit better?"

"Better than before."

Jing Xiaocha answered softly. Wen Jin smiled and asked, "Do you feel like eating anything now?"

"..."

Jing Xiaocha shook her head.

Wen Jin didn’t force her. Instead, his dark eyes filled with a trace of tenderness and heartache, holding her small hand in his palm, he gently said, "If you don’t feel like eating, just lie down for a while. I’ll stay here with you."

Jing Xiaocha smiled apologetically, "Brother Wen, I seem to be troubling you."

Her pregnancy seemed tougher than others, making Wen Jin endure hardship along with her. Not only busy all around but also losing weight with her.

Wen Jin smiled slightly, indulgently saying, "What nonsense are you saying? You’re carrying my child, taking care of you is what I should do. I just didn’t expect you would have such a hard time, hoping it will get better after this period. Otherwise, by the end of the pregnancy, you might become as thin as a lightning bolt?"

"The following months will surely be better."

Jing Xiaocha was amused by his words, her eyebrows radiant and bright.

The two chatted idly, with the atmosphere in the bedroom being extremely cozy.

A few minutes later, Zhang Minghui knocked on the master bedroom’s door, holding a box, coming to the bedside, "Uncle, Aunt, there’s a package."

"A package?"

Wen Jin’s eyebrows revealed a trace of doubt, looking at the package Zhang Minghui was holding.

"It’s for Aunt."

Zhang Minghui’s smile carried a hint of anticipation, curious to see what was inside.

Jing Xiaocha was slightly surprised too, saying to Wen Jin, "I haven’t bought anything online."

"Let me open it."

Wen Jin took the package from Zhang Minghui and deftly opened it, as Zhang Minghui stood by watching intently, eyes unblinking.

Inside the opened box were a pair of crafted clay couple figurines.

The woman, dressed in a white wedding gown, was charming and graceful, while the man, in formal attire, was handsome and extraordinary. They were not embracing but holding hands, gazing affectionately at each other.

Jing Xiaocha’s eyes flashed with surprise; it was from a wedding photo they took half a month ago.

Being molded into clay figurines, they looked surprisingly good.

"It was sent by Yihan."

Wen Jin handed the couple figurines to Jing Xiaocha and picked up the letter beside them.

"Sister Ou?"

Wen Jin nodded with a smile, and after browsing the letter in his hand, explained to Jing Xiaocha, "Yihan said she’s out on a business trip and can’t come back in time for our wedding tomorrow, so she sent this gift. Take a look."

As he spoke, Wen Jin handed the letter to Jing Xiaocha.

Jing Xiaocha remembered that a few days ago, before Ou Yihan went on a business trip, she met her for a coffee.

She had seen their wedding photos on her phone.

Jing Xiaocha still remembered that Sister Ou stared at Wen Jin’s photo in a daze, her face smiling brightly, yet a faint sadness flashed in her eyes.

Even though it was just a momentary emotion swiftly masked, as a fellow woman, having felt the same before, Jing Xiaocha could deeply understand Ou Yihan’s feelings.

Now, with this gift from Ou Yihan, Jing Xiaocha felt both touched and a certain indescribable emotion.

She guessed that Sister Ou didn’t really couldn’t come back, rather she didn’t want to attend her and Brother Wen’s wedding. If it were Sister Ou getting married with Brother Wen tomorrow, she probably wouldn’t attend either.

But choose to quietly give her blessings.

Looking at Ou Yihan’s handwriting on the letter, Jing Xiaocha could only silently wish in her heart that Ou Yihan would find her destined soulmate soon and attain happiness early.

After Zhang Minghui finished looking at the package, he returned to his room to do homework.

Wen Jin noticed Jing Xiaocha’s thoughts, sat back down on the edge of the bed, and affectionately patted her head saying, "Xiaocha, Yihan will definitely find her happiness."

Jing Xiaocha nodded emphatically, smiling brightly, "Yes, she definitely will."

**

On the day of the wedding, Jing Xiaocha woke up very early.

Since it was destined to be a busy day, she forced down her nausea and managed to eat a bit of breakfast.

Seeing her discomfort, Wen Jin worriedly said, "Xiaocha, there will surely be a lot to handle at today’s wedding. Although we’ve simplified it as much as possible, I’m still concerned if you’ll manage or feel too tired. If you really can’t handle it, then..."

"Brother Wen, I’ll be fine."

Before he finished, Jing Xiaocha interrupted.

With a lighthearted and confident smile, she said, "I’ve eaten a bit, I won’t faint at the wedding."

Wen Jin had no choice but to remind her, "If you feel uncomfortable at the wedding, make sure to tell me immediately, don’t push yourself."

Due to Jing Xiaocha’s recent inability to eat and severe morning sickness, Wen Jin was genuinely worried she might faint if she wasn’t careful.

After he finished speaking, Wen Ran and Bai Yiyi walked in from the entrance, "Brother, Xiaocha."

"Ranran, Yiyi, why so early? Did you have breakfast? If not, come sit and eat with us." Wen Jin got up to welcome them.

Wen Ran glanced at the food on the dining table, smiling as she shook her head, "We had breakfast before coming. I woke up at five this morning, if I wasn’t afraid of coming too early and waking you, I would’ve come over long ago."

"Sister Wen, why did you wake up so early?"

Jing Xiaocha also got up and walked out of the dining room.