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In the center of the banquet hall, a three-tiered wedding cake was adorned with fresh roses and frosting lace, with a mannequin of the newlyweds on top wearing the same dress as them, smiling broadly.

Lu Yan took Liu Yunshu's hand, and together they held a silver longsword, cutting the cake amidst cheers from the crowd.

He carefully fed her the first piece of cake, his eyes full of doting affection.

Liu Yunshu opened her mouth and bit down, but when he wasn't paying attention, she dipped her fingertip in some cream and gently smeared it on the tip of his nose.

"Naughty." Lu Yan chuckled, not only refraining from wiping her lips, but instead lowering his head to plant a kiss on the corner of her lips, taking away all the sweetness.

A commotion immediately erupted around them, and flashes of light kept going off, freezing this moment forever.

During the toasting ceremony, Liu Yunshu took Lu Yan's arm and went from table to table to express her gratitude.

The elders offered their blessings with smiles, while the peers couldn't help but tease them a bit.

Shen Yi, holding a wine glass, leaned closer and winked, saying, "Brother Lu, when are you going to give us a little nephew?"

Lu Yan raised an eyebrow, tightened his arm around Liu Yunshu's waist, and said with a hint of smugness, "Don't worry about it, just let nature take its course."

Liu Yunshu gave him a soft hum and secretly pinched his waist, but he grabbed her fingers and they intertwined.

When it was Zhou Mingyu's turn, he held up his wine glass with a gentle smile: "Ms. Liu, Mr. Lu, congratulations on your marriage."

"Thank you." Liu Yunshu smiled, raised her glass, and gently clinked it with his.

Lu Yan nodded to him and raised his glass in return.

Halfway through the banquet, the band started playing lively dance music. Lu Yan took Liu Yunshu's hand and stepped into the center of the dance floor.

Around the dance floor, guests stopped in their tracks to watch the newlyweds dance together.

The lights shone on their clasped hands, and the brilliance of the diamond ring and the love in their eyes complemented each other, shining brighter than any star.

As night deepened and the last group of guests departed, the manor finally returned to tranquility.

Inside the bridal chamber, Liu Yunshu sat on the wedding bed covered with red brocade, the rhinestones on her skirt shimmering gently with her movements.

Lu Yan walked over, half-knelt down, held her ankle, and gently removed her high heels with his fingertips.

Her silky smooth skin was within reach, and Lu Yan's breath hitched slightly. When he looked up at her, a familiar flame ignited in his eyes.

"You must be exhausted today?" His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of barely perceptible heartache.

Liu Yunshu shook her head, looking at his serious profile, and couldn't help but lean down, her fingertips gently tracing his jawline: "It's good that you're here."

Lu Yan tilted his head back, took her finger into his mouth, and felt the warm touch coming from her fingertip.

Liu Yunshu's heart skipped a beat, and her fingertips unconsciously curled up.

"Lu Yan..." she whispered, her voice slightly hoarse from being teased.

Lu Yan loosened her fingers, his fingertips slowly moving upwards along her calf.

He looked up at her, the flames in his eyes reflecting the red brocade on the wedding bed, burning even brighter.

"Mrs. Liu," his voice was low and husky like rubbed silk, "now, no one is bothering us."

Liu Yunshu stretched out her foot and gently tapped it against his chest.

"What does Mr. Lu want to do?"

Lu Yan grasped her ankle, which was pressed against his chest, his fingertips caressing her delicate skin. He chuckled softly, his Adam's apple bobbing, and opened his mouth to Liu Yun.

Liu Yunshu understood, gave a soft snort, pulled her foot out of Lu Yan's hand, and stood up.

The gown slid down slowly from the back, the champagne-colored silk flowing to the ground like water, revealing delicate, jade-like skin that shimmered softly under the warm yellow light.

Lu Yan's breath hitched suddenly, and his gaze was fixed on her as if drawn by a magnet.

Liu Yunshu curled the corners of her lips, turned around, and walked towards the bathroom.

Lu Yan's burning gaze followed him like a shadow. His rounded shoulders, his exquisite waistline, and the hint of charm in the corner of his eye when he glanced back unintentionally all felt like feathers gently tickling his tense nerves.

Liu Yunshu walked to the bathroom door, turned slightly, crossed her arms in front of her chest, making her breasts appear even more voluptuous.

Liu Yunshu glanced at him sideways, her eyes sparkling with a sly allure: "Mr. Lu, aren't you coming along?"

Lu Yan stood up almost instantly.

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After coming out of the bathroom.

Lu Yan looked at Liu Yunshu, "Do you still remember that ballroom dance from that day?"

"Of course, since it was our first dance together, the memory is still fresh. Shall we relive it?"

"It would be my great honor."

Lu Yan went to the corner of the living room, picked up the retro gramophone, and flicked the switch. A soothing waltz melody slowly flowed out, filling the entire room.

He walked up to Liu Yunshu, bowed slightly, and offered her his palm with his hand facing upwards, his eyes filled with tenderness: "Mrs. Liu, please."

Liu Yunshu chuckled softly and gently placed her hand in his palm. The moment her fingertips touched his warm skin, he firmly grasped hers.

Lu Yan gently pulled her into his arms, his palm against her waist, and they swayed slowly to the rhythm.

"The scenery is truly picturesque!"

"Is Ayan engrossed in watching it?"

"I was not only captivated by the painting... I wished I could linger in it every day, reluctant to leave."

"Then Mr. Lu, you must take good care of yourself... and not waste this beautiful time."

"Shouldn't the domineering CEO have thoroughly investigated my background from the very first meeting? Why, Mr. Lu..."

Lu Yan put his arm around her waist and spun her around. "Yun Shu, where did you see this domineering CEO?"

"Isn't this how short dramas are all performed now?" Liu Yunshu glanced meaningfully at Xiao Ba, who was squatting in the corner.

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"A short drama?" Lu Yan looked at her questioningly. "A type of television drama?"

Liu Yunshu suppressed a laugh and gently poked his firm shoulder with her fingertips.

"It's the kind of drama where each episode is only a few minutes long, and the male lead starts by investigating the female lead's family history for three generations, and he keeps throwing around his black card."

Lu Yan raised an eyebrow, then gracefully twirled her around, his chin resting on the top of her head, his voice laced with amusement: "So Yun Shu likes this kind of thing? Shall I have my assistant bring you the black card tomorrow?"

Liu Yunshu laughed out loud at his joke, and gently nudged his shoulder with her fingertips: "Who wants your black card? I can earn it myself."

"Yes, yes, yes, my Mrs. Liu is an independent and dazzling florist, she doesn't need to rely on a black card to back her up." Lu Yan looked at her with doting eyes, "It's me who insists on giving you everything I have."

Liu Yunshu's smile deepened, and her nose brushed against his warm chest.

"Glib-tongued."

Despite saying that, she quietly wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed herself closer to him.

As the waltz melody gradually slowed down, Lu Yan led her to a slow stop, his palms still firmly supporting her waist. When he looked down, the tip of his nose almost touched her forehead.

"It's not just empty talk," he said softly, his gaze fixed on her reddened lips, "I only wanted to say these things to you."

"I'm a little curious about what else the domineering CEO said in the short drama."

Liu Yunshu looked up at him, her fingertips gently tracing circles on his waist, her eyes full of mischievous laughter.

"And you still say that... 'Woman, you've successfully caught my attention,' and something like 'You can use this card however you like, just let me know if you need more.'"

Lu Yan chuckled softly, the vibrations from his chest transmitted through their skin, carrying a burning heat.

"Should I change my lines? For example..."

He paused deliberately, leaned down and brought his lips close to her ear, his voice low, "Mrs. Liu, you've made me want to give you the whole world."

The warm breath brushed against her earlobe, and Liu Yunshu trembled slightly, her fingertips instinctively tightening their grip on his shirt.

She turned her head away from his advances, her cheeks already flushed: "It's so cheesy, more exaggerated than a short drama."

"Is that an exaggeration?" Lu Yan wouldn't let her go, tightening his arms around her and pressing her completely against his chest. "But when I'm with you, all I can say is that it's even more exaggerated."

"Was that day when the King of Liang broke up?"

Lu Yan paused for half a second, "Tianliang Wangpo? What's that?"

Looking at his bewildered expression, Liu Yunshu laughed so hard her shoulders swayed slightly.

"It's that classic line from the short drama—'It's getting cold, let the Wang Group go bankrupt!' A classic CEO line, isn't it domineering enough?"

Lu Yan stared at the sparkling smile in her eyes, a low chuckle escaping his throat. "Anything else?"

Liu Yunshu gently tugged at the hem of his shirt with her fingertips, her mischievousness almost overflowing from her eyes.

"And there's more! For example, if the female lead accidentally falls into his arms, the domineering CEO will frown and say, 'Woman, did you do that on purpose?' Or, if he sees the female lead talking to another man, he'll immediately get jealous and corner her against the wall, asking, 'Is he better than me?'"

As she spoke, she deliberately imitated the cold and hard tone of a domineering CEO, but as soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Following the script of short dramas, should I pin you against the wall now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned down slightly, braced his arms against the wall behind her, and pulled her into his arms.

However, there was no coldness in his eyes, only gentle teasing: "Mrs. Liu, after talking to me about so many short plays, have you been trying to get me 'in character' all along?"

Liu Yunshu looked up at his jawline, which was so close to hers.

"No, I just think... you're way cuter than those domineering CEOs."

Lu Yan chuckled softly and lowered his head to place a light kiss on her forehead: "What normal CEO would say something like that? Next time, watch less of these 'domineering CEO scripts' so as not to lead your husband astray."

He gently traced the blush on her cheeks with his fingertips, his gaze so tender it could melt hearts.

Liu Yunshu deliberately tiptoed and whispered in his ear, "But I just like watching, and I also like watching you learn..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lu Yan lowered his head and sealed her lips with his.

Liu Yunshu subconsciously gripped his shirt, her breathing gradually becoming erratic, with only his warm breath and her own pounding heartbeat in her ears.

After he stepped back slightly, Liu Yunshu's lips had already turned red.

She glared at him reproachfully, but Lu Yan grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the wall. He leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers, his voice hoarse.

"Want to see me learn again? Mrs. Liu, you can learn as much as you like—just don't laugh at me."

"I will make sure Mrs. Liu is satisfied."

The moonlight outside the window had somehow climbed onto the windowsill and, through the thin gauze curtains, cast dappled shadows on the wedding bed.