The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

"Little Shu, how many wives do you want to have when you grow up?"

On the side of the main road, a group of old men were enjoying the cool air around a chess stall. When Ye Shu walked by with his father, they were all neighbors, and these uncles and grandpas would tease Ye Shu.

And Ye Shu would always blurt out:

"Find four!"

Old Wang, who was smoking next to him, held a cigarette between his fingers and smiled at him:

"The kid's so young, and he's already thinking about having three wives and four concubines? Can you even manage to serve so many?"

"What are you talking to a child about? You're so unprofessional."

An old man next to him kicked him.

At that time, Ye Shu couldn't understand what "being able to serve someone" meant, so she just stiffened her neck and replied:

"Find four: one in spring, one in summer, one in autumn, and one in winter."

The adults laughed even harder, and said to Ye Shu's father:

"Old Ye, your kid is something else, hahaha."

When I was young and didn't understand, I never imagined that it would actually come true one day.

……

As the wedding march began to play softly, Ye Shu's eyes had already flown along the red carpet to the other side, fixing on the hotel entrance.

The guests all turned to look, and Chen San San's camera was also pointed at the entrance; she was determined to capture Xiao Xue's appearance.

Two doormen in formal attire slowly opened the two large doors at the hotel entrance. An Jianxing, dressed in a black suit, supported Xiaoxue's hand and slowly moved out.

Although Ye Shu had already seen the effect of the wedding dress when she tried it on, that was Sister Zhi Qiu, which is different.

As An Jianxing came out, Xiaoxue also slowly walked out. Her veil swayed slightly in the breeze, and her fluffy wedding dress swayed with her steps, the train sweeping across the rose petals on the red carpet, just like... just like a cloud, a cloud shaped like Xiaoxue.

Sunlight streamed down, illuminating Xiaoxue's fair skin, which almost blended into her wedding dress. Holding a bouquet of flowers, she slowly walked towards Ye Shu.

Ye Shu looked at her, feeling dazed, excited, and a little like crying... It turns out that when people see a scene that is extremely beautiful, they really do want to shed tears involuntarily.

As Xiaoxue gracefully approached, Ye Shu noticed that Xiaoxue's makeup was light, not much different from her usual bare face, except for a little blush and some lipstick.

This is already perfect; this kind of makeup, which is not much different from her usual look, is the only way to fully bring out her beauty.

Xiaoxue walked up to Ye Shu and saw Ye Shu staring straight at her. Her cheeks turned even redder, and her blush was like peach petals smeared on the snow, so beautiful.

Xiaoxue felt a little shy from being stared at, and slowly lowered her head to look at the bouquet in her hands.

"Cough..."

Seeing that Ye Shu hadn't moved for a while, An Jianxing reminded him, and Ye Shu then remembered that he wasn't looking at artworks in a museum, but was getting married!

He quickly straightened his back, stood up a little straighter, then turned to look at An Jianxing and whispered:

"dad."

An Jianxing didn't respond, but turned his head and gave Xiaoxue a deep look.

That look in his eyes was so complex; it was a mixture of relief, reluctance, and a bittersweet feeling that he couldn't quite explain.

He reached out and grasped Ye Shu's right hand, which was covered in sweat, and then gently placed Xiao Xue's hand in Ye Shu's palm.

And so, their daughter, whom they had cherished and protected for over twenty years, finally found a partner willing to spend the rest of her life with.

Ye Shu could see it clearly; An Jianxing's lower lip was trembling.

He wanted to say something, but first he took a breath and then didn't speak. Instead, he squeezed their clasped hands tightly before whispering to Ye Shu:

"Never let her down."

"Dad, you and Mom can rest assured, it definitely won't happen."

Ye Shu looked into An Jianxing's eyes and answered, without any empty words. One sentence was enough; that was all the promise Ye Shu could give.

An Jianxing took another deep breath, looked at Ye Shu, glanced at his daughter, and finally squeezed their hands tightly before letting go and turning to walk off the stage.

He didn't look at Xiaoxue again, as if looking at her would cause an explosion... no, as if looking at her would make him reluctant to leave.

He returned to Shen Jingwan's side and sat down next to her. This man, who usually liked to put on a dignified demeanor, finally couldn't hold back anymore.

He reached out and grabbed his wife's hand tightly, his hand trembling as if he were being electrocuted.

When he was on stage, Shen Jingwan noticed his eyes were red. Seeing this, she smiled, reached out a tissue to wipe his tears, and said softly:

"Well, it's alright. At least I didn't cry on stage, so it wasn't too embarrassing."

An Jianxing didn't respond. He took the paper from Shen Jingwan and rubbed it on his eyes.

The tissues were of good quality, but they couldn't stop his tears from flowing like a tap. Plus, he rubbed them too hard, getting bits of tissue all over his eyes. When he blinked, his eyes got even more watery, making the tears flow even more.

Ye Shu and Xiao Xue on stage also saw An Jianxing's eyes blurred with tears. Although they knew it was inappropriate, they couldn't help but want to laugh.

As they laughed, their noses started to sting. They couldn't explain why, they were just moved, but they didn't know what they were moved about.

Perhaps it was An Jianxing's fatherly love.

Seeing An Jianxing crying like a humidifier, Ye Shu subconsciously turned to look at his father, wanting to see if his father was secretly wiping away tears or something.

But no, Ye Guoqiang was much calmer than An Jianxing. Dressed in a Zhongshan suit, he sat like a primary school student attending a public lesson, quietly watching the two on the stage. He was just watching, and his demeanor was completely different from An Jianxing's.

But Ye Shu had a sharp eye. He noticed that his father was holding a half-full bottle of mineral water, the cap being unscrewed and screwed back on repeatedly, clearly indicating that he was holding back some energy.

Next to his father was an empty chair, which no one sat in and no one would sit in.

Thinking of this, Ye Shu suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. His mother had been nagging about him getting married, but he still hadn't seen it happen...

Seeing that Ye Shu's expression was off, Xiao Xue turned her head to look and, after seeing the chair, understood what Ye Shu was thinking.

She gently scratched the back of Ye Shu's hand with her finger and whispered:

"Don't worry, Mom will definitely come. She took the invitation last night, so she'll definitely come."

Ye Shu turned to look at Xiao Xue, smiled, and said nothing.

At that moment, a breeze picked up, not strong, but very cool.

The wind swept up a few petals from the ground, which circled the two people on the stage before dispersing, and the petals twirled and fell back down.

One petal landed on Ye Shu's shoulder, one on Xiao Xue's head, and one on the chair next to Ye Guoqiang.