Chapter 1715: Chapter 1715: Fake School Hunk vs. Real School Beauty (End)

Yu Qingyun’s Adam’s apple moved.

He called Gu Shengyin’s name, "Bei Yan..." but didn’t know what to say.

Gu Shengyin patiently let him hold her, and only after a long while did Yu Qingyun speak again.

"Bei Yan, after you graduate, let’s get married, okay?"

"Okay."

...

Four years pass quickly for many people, yet feel painfully long for others.

For Yu Qingyun, this was undoubtedly a very hard stretch of time.

Over these four years he made every possible preparation, just waiting for his bride to finally fall into his arms. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Yu Qingyue finished dressing up, looked at Gu Shengyin beside her, and said with genuine feeling, "Bei Yan, you’re really beautiful."

As for Gu Shengyin finally marrying her brother, Yu Qingyue’s feeling was: we’ve finally lived to see this day.

She was the bridesmaid—this was because her brother was afraid the bride would get nervous, so he specifically asked this good friend to stay with her.

As for her big brother’s habit of "having a wife but no little sister," Yu Qingyue had long been used to it.

It was thanks to the fact that the other party was Bei Yan; otherwise, she wouldn’t bother with them.

"You’re really just too gorgeous today!" Looking at Gu Shengyin, all dressed up and sitting on the sofa, Yu Qingyue widened her eyes in admiration.

There was no one else in the room at the moment. Yu Qingyue scooted up to Gu Shengyin and, with a mischievous whisper, said, "My brother’s been holding it in for so many years—today you’re probably going to charm him to death."

Gu Shengyin gave Yu Qingyue a calm glance, not reacting much.

This girl had always been devoted to cracking jokes about her and her brother, and more often than not, ended up being slapped in the face by the two of them.

In light of the festive occasion of their wedding, Gu Shengyin decided to let her off the hook and not hold it against her.

Yu Qingyun wore a sharply cut suit, holding a bouquet in his hands.

He stood there quietly, waiting for the one he was about to walk through life with to arrive.

Some female guests stood off to the side watching the excitement; seeing his refined, handsome profile, they blushed and whispered to each other.

All these years, rumors about the Eldest Son of the Yu family and his fiancée had circulated in Chuannan City’s upper circles. Everyone knew that the Yu family’s eldest young master treated that wife-to-be who hadn’t even passed through the door yet as if she were something he held in his palms and guarded at the tip of his heart.

A man so handsome, powerful, and devoted is always the most attractive to women, no matter the time or place.

"The bride is here!" someone shouted.

Yu Qingyun turned around and watched the person he had kept in his heart, as she was led by her father and walked toward him.

Mo Zhongliang’s feelings at this moment were complicated.

His daughter, the Ming Zhu of his palm, from today on, was going to be personally handed over into another person’s care.

From now on, there would be another man who would replace him as a father and become the closest, most important figure in her life.

Someone to love her, spoil her, shield her from the wind and rain, and let her live a life free of worries.

Mo Zhongliang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, only to realize his throat had tightened.

In the end, he only managed to say, "You two...have a good life together, for a lifetime."

Yu Qingyun also understood that his father-in-law’s feelings were probably quite complicated right now.

He only tightened his grip on Gu Shengyin’s hand and promised her father, "Don’t worry, Dad. I will definitely protect Bei Yan all her life, let her be safe and joyful, and become the happiest woman in the world."

Yu Qingyun held his wife’s hand, and the two of them walked toward the end of the red carpet.

His hand was tightly clasped around hers, and his steps were steady and sure.

Their life in the days to come would be like this path—steady, even.

And they would keep on walking, all the way to the end.