Chapter 132 Extra Story Two: Wedding

Chapter 132 Extra 2: The Wedding

In the second year of Shen Shiyan and Shen Ci,

the last remaining bachelor of the Shen family successfully married into the Qi family.

Shen Sicheng was someone who loved a grand display, so his wedding with Miss Qi was the most extravagant among all the couples, with the venue beautifully and fantastically decorated.

He discussed with Qi Zizhu and felt it was a shame to let such a large venue go unused, so they sent out invitations for a dinner at Yunjing Mansion.

Of course, it was at Shen Shiyan’s place, since they had a free chef there.

“A group wedding?” Song Xianghan had completely quit smoking and was now sucking on a mint candy.

Shen Sicheng said, “Yeah, just think of it as another ceremony.”

Chen Bufan scratched his head. “I... my girlfriend is still young, she doesn’t want to get married yet.”

“Who’s asking you to drag the young lady into marriage? You’re the designated best man now, got it?” Song Qiuchi looked at the ceiling. “Just like I’m the designated maid of honor.”

Qi Zizhu pinched Song Qiuchi’s arm and said with a smile, “No helping it—our great beauty Song has no interest in being a bride.”

“More than that—she has no interest in even dating,” Gao Mengying said, playing with Song Xianghan’s hair from behind.

They all prepared the ingredients together. Shen Shiyan turned on the range hood to start stir-frying, but Shen Ci pulled him over to the side of the fridge, blocking him from view, and stole a kiss.

“Xiao Ci! Where’s Xiao Ci?” Shen Sicheng called out.

Shen Ci quickly let go of him, grabbed a sprig of cilantro he’d stolen from Shen Shiyan, waved it around, and stepped out from behind the kitchen island.

“Brother Sicheng,” Shen Ci said, a little guilty. “I was helping in the kitchen.”

Song Qiuchi looked at him, arms crossed. “Are you sure you weren’t sneaking a bite?”

“How could I sneak a bite when the food isn’t even cooked?” Shen Ci walked over and rather forcibly handed her the cilantro he was holding.

It wasn’t until they were eating that Shen Shiyan voiced his opinion, agreeing to the group wedding because he wanted to see Shen Ci in wedding attire one more time.

“Does this count as our second marriage?” Shen Ci slowed down his chewing.

“...” Shen Shiyan paused with his chopsticks.

Gao Mengying and Song Xianghan also stopped eating, and after a moment, they burst out laughing. The whole table was in stitches.

Summer weather was clear, the sea breeze gentle, white gauze curtains swaying softly in the wind. The light wood-colored arch was entwined with large white roses and hydrangeas, with a few eucalyptus leaves interspersed in the gaps. Dewdrops on the flower petals refracted tiny beams of light.

The seafront cruise ship was decorated with bouquets, and most of the guests had already taken their seats.

The group wedding was held after Miss Qi and Shen Sicheng’s marriage ceremony. As the most important person in this wedding, Miss Qi’s wedding dress was the most elaborate, and everyone else tacitly avoided stealing her thunder.

Shen Ci secretly pressed little crescent-moon marks into Shen Shiyan’s palm.

“I married you, Shen Shiyan.”

Last year when they had their wedding, Shen Ci still hadn’t gotten to be the groom, but he didn’t expect to get another chance this year.

He looked at Shen Shiyan, who was wearing a white lace-trimmed suit and a white veil, a hint of a smile at the corners of his lips.

Shen Shiyan held his hand to stop him from fidgeting, a faint smile on his own lips as he said seriously, “I’m marrying you, husband.”

Shen Ci’s shoulders trembled. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Song Xianghan tidying Gao Mengying’s wedding train, and as she stood up, she casually brushed a speck of dust off Miss Gao’s shoes.

Lin Zhangqing arrived with his beloved wife. Shen Ci had already met He Shuang—the one who had made him jealous the year before—and they unexpectedly got along well, becoming sort of half-good friends.

After catching up a bit, the professional photographer Shen Sicheng had hired arrived. The eight of them stood in clear positions, their smiles bright and unrestrained.

A few days earlier, Shen Ci had dug out an old group photo from their amusement park trip. But back then, Chen Bufan wasn’t in it. He asked Chen Bufan for a formal picture and, using his superior Photoshop skills, photoshopped him into the photo.

That evening, Shen Ci ordered Shen Shiyan not to take off his wedding attire. They turned on a very dim mood light in the bedroom. Shen Ci lifted the veil, climbed under it with him, and leaned in provocatively, then slowly pulled back just before their lips touched.

“Wife,” Shen Ci said, hooking his fingers around Shen Shiyan’s tie. His breath in this small space grew hot, quickening.

Shen Shiyan kept his eyes half-lidded, watching Shen Ci’s expression, letting him take his time. Only when Shen Ci had had his fun did he speak: “Open your mouth.”

The green apple planted at eighteen was now perfectly ripe—green tinged with red, a sweet juice rising from its tartness.

Shen Shiyan’s shirt was slightly disheveled.

“Baby, you taste amazing,” he said in a husky voice, gently stroking the face of the overwhelmed Shen Ci.

“Shen Shiyan...” Shen Ci’s voice slipped out, “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

...

All night, Shen Ci didn’t know how many times Shen Shiyan said “I love you”—he said it until Shen Ci was at his limit, said it even when he cried.

The next evening, Shen Ci drove Shen Shiyan’s car to the supermarket.

“Why the sudden urge to drive?” Shen Shiyan tightened his seatbelt.

Shen Ci looked very serious as he said, “This makes me look more like your husband.”

“...” Shen Shiyan pressed his lips together, said nothing, and silently helped Shen Ci watch the road, since the last time Shen Ci had driven was six months ago.

The ride was eventful but safe.

“Husband,” Shen Ci said as he got out of the car and took Shen Shiyan’s hand. “I’ll give your seat back to you.”

Shen Shiyan couldn’t help but laugh.

“Laugh again, and I’ll revoke your right to sleep in bed for life!” Shen Ci lifted his head and glared at him.

Shen Shiyan swallowed his laugh and obediently pushed the shopping cart.

“We need to stock up on drinks,” Shen Ci said, letting go of Shen Shiyan’s hand in front of the shelves.

“Grab a few more—we’ll send them upstairs, considering most of the stuff at home ends up in your brother Sicheng’s stomach,” Shen Shiyan nodded.

“...” Shen Ci thought that made sense, so he took a few extra packs of sparkling water, coconut water, and juice.

The snack and fruit sections were Shen Ci’s territory—whatever he wanted to eat, he decided. Shen Shiyan pushed the cart behind him, organizing the items inside and making more room for him to toss things in.

Once they reached the vegetable section and household area, they switched who pushed the cart.

“Brother! I want winter melon soup,” Shen Ci stopped, patting Shen Shiyan’s hand.

Okay, actually the main part hasn't changed. What to eat is still up to Shen Ci, but Shen Ci is very observant. He never misses what Shen Shiyan wants to eat, and the groceries he buys are half stuff he likes and half stuff Shen Shiyan likes.

"Salmon, huh." Shen Ci poked it through the plastic wrap. "Tuanzi loves this stuff. Let's get a bit more."

"Sure." Shen Shiyan grabbed four or five boxes and put them into the already full shopping cart, then went to the seafood section to buy some golden coin clams.

When the road conditions were good, Shen Ci, in the passenger seat, would always look up from his little game, reach out his hand to the guy on his left, and the two of them would hold hands quietly without a word.

Shen Sicheng, who's married now, texted Shen Ci saying he'd bring Qi Zizhu over to mooch a meal.

"Tuanzi's salmon is gonna get stolen," Shen Ci said, quickly shoving a box into the bottom of the fridge.

Shen Shiyan thought he was so cute he pinched his neck. "Hide one more. Three boxes are plenty for Shen Sicheng."

Tuanzi, like she knew, came over and rubbed against Shen Ci's leg. Shen Shiyan gave her a couple pats on the head, then got up to wash his hands and cook.

The rice cooker had just clicked on when Shen Sicheng was already at the door ringing the bell.

Shen Shiyan went to get the door. While changing shoes, Shen Sicheng patted his shoulder and said, dead serious, "Call me auntie."

"..."

Qi Zizhu beat Shen Shiyan to rolling her eyes. She elbowed him.

"Brother Sicheng," Shen Ci said during the meal. "I just did the math. According to my relationship with my daddy, I'd probably have to call you grandpa."

Qi Zizhu cracked up and waved her hands. "Can't handle that, it'd shorten my life."

Shen Sicheng smiled and put more food on her plate.

They all cleaned up together. Shen Sicheng wanted to take everyone to a movie, but Shen Ci was too lazy to go out and wanted to stay home with Shen Shiyan.

Once the house was quiet, Shen Ci stretched, did a livestream for a bit, and then dutifully joined Shen Shiyan in the shower.

After blow-drying their hair, it was almost twelve. Shen Ci's knees made a little tent under the blanket. He wiggled, letting a draft sneak under the covers.

"Baby," Shen Shiyan said, wrapping his arm around Shen Ci's waist, easily pulling him into his embrace. He pressed down on Shen Ci's fidgety leg. "You'll get cold."

Shen Ci stopped moving and rubbed his head against Shen Shiyan's chin.

"At the beach, I wrote something in the sand," Shen Ci recalled the mass wedding two days ago, his voice quiet.

Shen Shiyan held him tighter and smiled. "I wrote something too."

Shen Ci opened his eyes in the darkness. "Brother, you think we wrote the same thing?"

Shen Shiyan laughed softly. "How many words did you write?"

Shen Ci said, "Ten."

Shen Shiyan paused. "I wrote ten too."

Shen Ci perked up. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand, nudged Shen Shiyan, and said cheerfully, "Brother, write it in your notes too."

Shen Shiyan smiled and said "Okay."

A few seconds later, they swapped phones. Then, by the dim light of their screens, they exchanged looks full of love.

They'd written the exact same thing—

"Shen Shiyan and Shen Ci forever happy"

Except Shen Shiyan's had Shen Ci's name first.

The summer night was still hot, but the AC kept the room cool. They held each other, sharing warmth.

This kind of perfect summer will come every year.

--Late night on April 5, 2026

Suisui's rambling:

Xiao Shi and Xiao Ci's story ends in my world, but it goes on in another.

I started this book on Jan 11, 2026, and it took me almost three months to write.

Honestly, I started with just this 'daddy' character concept. Then little bits and pieces kept coming to me, and then these two characters appeared through my fingertips and the sound of my keyboard.

Xiao Shi was a kid who was really starved for love. A lot of nights I couldn't sleep, wondering if I'd been too harsh on him. But a voice deep inside always gently shut that down.

I still decided to follow my heart and write this story, to follow the life trajectories of the characters under my pen.

This is a really, really slow-burn story. The emotional line keeps bouncing between family love and romantic love. Especially Xiao Ci Baby — he's full of wild ideas, but also overthinks everything.

These two have always complemented each other. If Xiao Ci hadn't appeared, Xiao Shi would have remained on the fringes of the Shen family, protecting himself, living as an ordinary person repeating a dull life. He might have grown increasingly numb over time, maybe even unable to find his mother.

But Xiao Ci appeared.

What he brought to Xiao Shi was not just love and companionship, but also the courage to step out of the quagmire he was in. This, in my opinion, is the most important thing. So I never think Xiao Shi spoiled Xiao Ci too much later on. Deep down, he doesn't just love Xiao Ci; he is also grateful to him.

Song Xianghan and Gao Mengying are like a lemon candy with a hint of bitterness. In their dynamic, it was Mengying who took the initiative. So both Mengying and her mother share some very common traits—a tenacity and refusal to give up in their character.

In Mom's alternate timeline, I once thought that her past life experiences could easily have robbed her of the ability to believe in love.

That day, I wrote 372 words and stopped. It felt off in every way.

To say that Zhong Yurong is the gentlest woman in the world is not an exaggeration. Having endured over a decade of exploitation by her parents and men, she still managed to retain love for the son she gave birth to. I think if it were me, I would surely hate that child, hate that he was a boy, hate that he carried the blood of terrible people.

Zhong Yurong did not. All the love she had in her life was poured into Xiao Shi. Having been through so much, she could still see at a glance the feelings Xiao Shi had for Xiao Ci. She always retained a keen observation and sensitivity to love.

So those 372 words were deleted. When I wrote again, the words began to flow smoothly. I knew it was Zhong Yurong smiling at me from another world.

Just like Gao Mengying personally attended the court hearing, Zhong Yurong also had to face her own challenge, pulling herself out of the abyss with her own hands. But they will always have the ability to love someone.

Even characters with limited page time each have my varied affections.

Take Song Qiuchi, for example. She is an extremely clear-headed and outstanding woman. She knows exactly what kind of life she wants. Although she likes to follow minor celebrities, she can distinguish her emotions clearly and won't put herself in a dilemma. She felt that if the celebrity she followed fell in love with another fan, she would definitely go crazy too, feeling her efforts were wasted.

She can also maintain herself in an environment where everyone around her is pairing up, rather than casually accepting someone's pursuit. She's not a marriage resister; I just think no one truly worthy of Miss Song has appeared yet. Her life path is no longer under my control, so whether Miss Song in another world marries or not, I wish her happiness.

Qi Zizhu is career-minded. She won't give up her career just because a rich young master comes along, or willingly submit to someone else. Only after she has truly achieved success in her own right will she consider Shen Sicheng, who has been pursuing her for many years. She is also devoted to her friends. Those four years, she was there with Xiao Shi. Faced with a man more accomplished than herself, she didn't admire him or entertain any other thoughts. She focuses on herself while being loyal to her friends.

Shen Sicheng, though seemingly flippant, if you look at his life resume, he maintained absolute clarity in the Shen family's quagmire without being assimilated. He persisted in his beloved geology major, and even when all financial support was cut off, he managed to carve out his own world. Whether as a professor or dealing in arms deals, his life is brilliant.

Song Xianghan is really too cool. When I was writing the early plot, I often talked about her with friends. She is an extremely charismatic woman. She can always notice changes and difficulties in those around her at the first moment and offer help without counting the cost. Even with strangers, she maintains kindness. But she is not absolutely good. A woman who rises from a major family business must have weathered many storms. She fights for women's rights, but in essence, she is also fighting for her own rights.

Chen Bufan has fewer scenes, but he can quietly like Little Song without making a fuss. He doesn't behave like some boys his age who do seemingly affectionate but actually annoying things to girls. And he doesn't use Xiao Ci Baby, who is good friends with Little Song, as his stepping stone. After becoming friends, he also re-evaluates his feelings. I think that's far better than most men in real life.

Finally, the one I’ve always had a soft spot for and deeply cherished—Xiao Ci Baby.

He's bold in love and hate, never pretentious or affected when it comes to his own feelings. He gets straight to the point, expresses himself clearly, and listens closely to Xiao Shi. Some of his behaviors seem incredibly adorable to me—including his little tantrums and the posts he makes on his Moments. He never gets angry at Xiao Shi for no reason just because another man gets close to Xiao Shi. His love is straightforward, intense, and unreserved.

Later there's Lin Zhangqing, He Shuang, and the shop owner Xu Qian—each with their own story.

Forgive me for rambling on so much.

Actually, I think the reason why so many people enjoy reading danmei now is the same reason I write it—when writing BG, I always feel hesitant and don't dare to go all out. Because the protagonist, like me, is a woman, and I worry about turning her into a soulless ornament or a tool who's overly dependent on a man.

For instance, in the reunion scene of these two characters in this book, if I had to write Xiao Ci’s actions into a BG story, I absolutely wouldn’t dare. I’d even worry that my female lead would be at a disadvantage, taking risks that aren’t worth it.

So whether it's BL or BG, I always favor my female characters more. I want to develop their beautiful traits and charm, hoping to bring some positive guidance to my readers.

But my dear readers, I actually recently had an idea for a BG story, and I might try writing it later—hehe.

The next book will be fast-paced and pure. I'm starting it soon, so look forward to it! I'm also hoping for even bigger progress and better results for this next one.

I love all my dear readers who have accompanied me through this book—thank you for your encouragement!

I hope everyone finds happiness!!

See you again~