FID – Chapter 839

Chapter 839: Damn, Feng Qingbai, you’re actually in cahoots!

“This box contains the dowry I’ve prepared for you. Our family’s wedding feast this time is both for taking a bride and giving one away. How can a daughter be married off without a dowry? Now that these things are in your hands, it’s up to you to keep them safe from now on. I know both you and Zhiqiu know how to live well. You can divide and use what’s inside however you like. As for me, your grandmother, I only have one wish—that after marriage, you live a good life. That’s all.”

Liu Muqiu took the box and felt the smooth, cool surface beneath. Her eyes reddened slightly.

Long ago, Grandma had said she would prepare a dowry for her. She really hadn’t cared much about it.

But when this box was truly handed over, it brought tears welling up.

Grandma really treated her like her own granddaughter, just like her own precious Nannan.

“Grandma, after marriage, Brother Zhiqiu and I will live well. Your wish is my wish too.” Putting the box aside, Liu Muqiu hugged the old lady’s waist and nestled into her embrace.

The old lady was busy in the kitchen all day, and her clothes smelled of smoke, but when that scent reached Liu Muqiu’s nose, she didn’t find it unpleasant at all.

That was the smell of life.

Everyone in the entire Liu family courtyard was simply living their lives steadily, not chasing wealth or glory, just wishing for a lifetime of peace.

She truly had become a member of this family.

“The auspicious hour has arrived! Is everyone inside ready? Zhiqiu is going in to fetch the bride!”

“We’re ready!” Before anyone else could reply, Liu Muqiu immediately raised her voice in response.

“Bwahaha! Muqiu, how badly do you want to get married?” Shi Xianrou burst out laughing. “With you like this, are we still going to give Zhiqiu a hard time later?”

Liu Yusheng shook her head and sighed softly. “I don’t think that’s necessary. Just open the door and make way. Muqiu looks like she’s dying to go through the wedding ceremony with my Second Brother right now.”

Liu Muqiu’s face flushed bright red as she glanced around anxiously. “Where’s my red bridal veil? Xianrou, sister-in-law, Nannan, hurry and help me find it! Brother Zhiqiu is almost here!”

Once the red veil was pulled over her head, she immediately ran to the bedside and sat upright with hands folded, putting on a gentle and modest pose. “Xianrou, maybe we shouldn’t give Brother Zhiqiu too hard a time later. Let him give each of you a little red envelope, then open the door. Otherwise, we’ll miss the auspicious hour!”

The three nearby burst into laughter again, clutching each other, and even Chen Xiulan and Du Juan couldn’t help but smile. The old lady chuckled, her face creased with laughter lines.

Footsteps approached one after another. Liu Muqiu clenched her hands tightly. Under the bright red bridal veil, her eyelashes trembled nervously, but the corners of her mouth curved upward in an unstoppable smile.

She was finally going to marry Zhiqiu. Once they performed the ceremony, she would be his wife.

She was already wearing her wedding dress, and Zhiqiu was waiting at the door to come fetch her. There would be no more changes or setbacks — everything was set in stone.

She belongs to Zhiqiu now.

And Zhiqiu finally belonged completely to her.

The thrilling joy of having her wish fulfilled made her whole body tremble.

“Little White Lotus, are you ready? We’re getting married.” At the door, the man’s low, mellow voice came through.

“Brother Zhiqiu, I’m ready!”

Shi Xianrou weakly reminded her, “Little White Lotus, you’re not supposed to speak to the groom before the wedding ceremony…”

“…” Liu Muqiu choked up. “We’re family now, so… it should be okay, right?”

Everyone was disarmed by her desperate eagerness to get married.

Outside the door, the man heard her reply and let out a joyful, soft laugh.

Liu Muqiu’s eyes quietly curved with her smile.

“Sister-in-law, Nannan, Shitou, the red envelopes are ready. Just open the door for me. I and Little White don’t want the usual formalities. We’d both prefer to go straight to the wedding ceremony.”

“Open the door, open the door! Bring the couple into the wedding hall, and everyone will be happy!” Qian Wanjin snatched the red envelopes from Liu Zhiqiu’s hand and shoved them through the door crack. “Xiao Shitou, hurry up, stop dithering. What’s the point of giving the groom a hard time at every wedding? When we get married, we’ll do just like Zhiqiu and Little White Lotus!”

Inside, people covered their faces, stifling laughter one after another.

Why give them a hard time? The bride and groom agreed — just open the door.

It was better not to get blamed later.

Du Juan stepped forward to open the door. Having waited so many years for the brat to marry, she was even more eager to see them go straight to the ceremony, so she could soon have a daughter-in-law calling her ‘Mother.’

The door creaked open, footsteps approached, and a pair of large, knobby hands gently pried apart Liu Muqiu’s fingers that were twisting tightly. He bent down and effortlessly lifted her up.

“Little White Lotus, let’s go to the wedding ceremony.”

Liu Muqiu nodded, not daring to speak. The red bridal veil swayed lightly with her movements, tinting the bride’s face red and dazzling the groom’s eyes.

The crowd surrounded the newlyweds, following them slowly toward the main hall.

At the entrance of Xinghua Village, the sound of horse hooves thundered urgently.

The stallion galloped like the wind, so fast it felt like a purple gust brushing past the face.

The guards behind urged their horses to the fastest pace but were still left far behind.

The rider’s heart longed to return.

Just as he entered the village, the sound of celebratory firecrackers echoed from within.

The wedding ceremony was about to begin.

The distance from the village entrance to the Liu family courtyard felt unbearably long to the rider, as if it would never arrive in a blink.

To make matters worse, the banquet tables were lined up along the entire passageway, blocking any further progress a hundred meters from the mansion.

Feng Qingbai jumped off his horse and ran toward the mansion, disregarding decorum.

People along the way stood up and bowed, calling out ‘Your Highness,’ but he ignored them. He was too focused to care.

He burst through the gate just as the couple just stepped into the main hall. Among the crowd, Feng Qingbai immediately spotted the figure he had longed for day and night, a little fuller than when he left.

A smile instantly lifted the corners of his mouth as he slowed his pace. “Shengsheng.”

Liu Yusheng quickly turned around.

The courtyard was noisy with many voices, yet she still heard that gentle call amid the clamor.

—Shengsheng.

Their eyes met, and a soft smile blossomed on the woman’s face.

Feng Qingbai’s smile deepened, his handsome face shimmering with emotion. Just as he was about to step toward her, his gaze inadvertently glanced past her belly—then quickly snapped back and fixed there.

The smile on his face froze.

BAM! 

The man lost his balance and fell to the side, knocking over a nearby table. Bowls, chopsticks, and plates clattered to the ground, creating a mess.

Food juices spilled all over him, leaving him utterly disheveled.

But his eyes seemed frozen, unblinking, locked tightly onto the woman’s belly.

It was protruding, swollen like a ball.

“Feng Qingbai, you’re back.” The woman tilted her head slightly, her smile faint but clear as she met his gaze. With both hands, she gently cradled her belly, confirming his suspicion.

“Feng Qingbai, why are you still lying on the ground? Get up quickly! Today is Zhiqiu’s wedding. You’re here just to cause trouble, aren’t you?” Behind the woman, Qian Wanjin’s loud voice rang out as usual.

The man got up from the ground and mechanically walked toward the woman, step by step, each movement feeling awkward and unsteady.

His face was expressionless, eyes wide open, dark eyes surging like waves. His chest rose and fell, starting lightly, then heavier, until it became intense.

But he didn’t dare to breathe, holding his breath, afraid that if he breathed wrong, what he saw before him would be an illusion.

The people around watched the prince walk toward his princess, not daring to make any inappropriate moves. Among those familiar in the room, none could hold back their feelings—especially toward Feng Qingbai.

Qian Wanjin was the first to burst into wild laughter, pointing at Feng Qingbai’s belly. “I’d be damned. Feng Qingbai, I didn’t expect you to be so clumsy!”