After abandoning his wife and children, Bo Xilai coaxed and begged her to reconcile.

The wedding was not grand, but it was solemn enough and full of sincerity. It was the wedding that Bo Sinian attended that left the deepest impression on him.

The small wedding, with fewer than thirty guests, was more like a cozy party. All attendees were close family and friends; there were no distant relatives or business partners requiring formalities. Everything was geared towards the needs and experience of the bride and groom—comfort was the priority.

The resort's hotel gardens are lush with greenery, the venue is exquisitely and luxuriously decorated, offering a sense of privacy while maintaining a relaxed atmosphere—a private ceremony exclusively for the bride and groom.

The century-old camphor tree is adorned with crystal beads. When the midday sun shines through, the shimmering light flows down the leaves, like a flowing galaxy.

The surrounding area is decorated with layers of flowers, and the ground is paved with flower petals. The floral arrangements on both sides are arranged at different heights, including roses, blue star flowers, lisianthus and more. It is a beautiful sight, and when the wind blows, the air is filled with a fresh and elegant natural floral fragrance.

Song Jin was also the only bridesmaid at the wedding. She stood next to Zeng Ling in a gorgeous and beautiful haute couture gown, serving as both a daughter and a witness to the newlyweds.

"Jin Bao'er looks so beautiful! Aunt Zeng looks even more beautiful!" Jiang Yiran was the atmosphere-maker; her appearance made the whole scene even more lively.

She seems carefree, but she is actually very sentimental; she cried her eyes out at the wedding.

Zhou Chu helplessly pulled her into his arms and gently coaxed her, "Why are you crying so hard at President Shen and Aunt Zeng's wedding?"

"I'm just touched. Didn't you see? Mr. Shen loves it so much. This wedding isn't about extravagance or pleasing the guests; it's entirely prepared for Aunt Zeng. Every step is unique and unconventional. Every decoration and every detail is tailored to her preferences. It's a testament to her gentle nature." Even as an observer, she could feel Shen Yanzhi's meticulous care, let alone Aunt Zeng.

Song Jin also experienced the emotion again and again.

From the moment Shen Yanzhi's mother saved him, the gears of their fates began to slowly mesh, and their life trajectories began to intersect.

Shen Yanzhi and Zeng Ling were ten years apart in age, but he never considered it a barrier.

His love was deep within the passage of time, unhurried, steadfast, and enduring. He never cared about the opinions of others, only wanting to stay by her side and spend the rest of his life with her.

When Zeng Ling went abroad, he dropped everything and went abroad as well.

Zeng Ling wanted to return to China, so he made arrangements in advance within the country, waiting for her to come back.

At the wedding, he didn't repeatedly express his love, but he hid it in every little detail.

All the dishes at the wedding were cooked according to Zeng Ling's preferences.

Zeng Ling adjusted her posture slightly after standing for a long time, which he keenly noticed, and he adjusted the process to let her rest.

When walking, he would always thoughtfully lift her skirt at the first opportunity.

When he looked at Zeng Ling, his eyes held a deep, lingering tenderness.

After Zeng Ling changed her clothes, her favorite snacks and a glass of water at just the right temperature were placed on the coffee table in the lounge.

Although the wedding was low-key and unassuming, Shen Yanzhi invited Zeng Ling's favorite violinist to perform exclusively for her.

During the wedding vows, Shen Yanzhi said, "My first half of life was filled with hardship and misfortune, but because I met you, that barren and desolate life gained vitality and warmth. You are my unwavering choice in this life, Ms. Zeng Ling. I love you, and if I can grow old with you in this life, I will have no fear."

Song Jin's eyes welled up with tears instantly, because her mother's short first half of life had also been filled with many of life's darkest moments. Until she met Shen Yanzhi, it was like withered trees blossoming in spring, bitterness turning into sweetness, and life giving her hope.

Therefore, this is the meaning of marriage.

Bo Sinian's gaze never left Song Jinye, and he promptly handed her a tissue.

Song Jin also reached out and took it, her nose slightly warm, and whispered, "Thank you."

Bo Sinian hadn't expected Shen Yanzhi and Zeng Ling to have gone through so much, but at this moment, he also felt fortunate to witness this tender promise.

At the end of the wedding, Shen Yanzhi and Zeng Ling planted a tree together in the villa's garden, symbolizing that they would be of the same spirit and share the same roots in the years to come.

"This is what a wedding should be like. You should learn from it." Jiang Yiran held the bouquet Zeng Ling had given her, poked Zhou Chu, and pointed the finger at him clearly.

Zhou Chu: "..."

One second she was smiling: This wedding is really quite innovative.

The next second, he lost his smile: Shen Yanzhi's perfect wedding, but he actually became the biggest victim?

He suspected that Shen Yanzhi had no intention of leaving any way out for the other men; it was too cruel...

How can he arrange his wedding to satisfy Miss Jiang?

After completing their flower girl duties, the two children sat to the side, chattering away like little foodies.

While eating cake, Shen Jiuran commented, "Marriage isn't fun."

Bo Yi: "Exactly. The adults are crying and laughing all the time. Are they happy or sad? I just don't understand."

"Do all people have to get married when they grow up?" Shen Jiuran's little head was filled with a hint of worry.

Bo Yi, drinking her milk, said innocently, "I would never marry a stranger."

Shen Jiuran nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, I don't want to marry a stranger either."

The Shen family's aunt listened to the two of them muttering to themselves and couldn't help but laugh.

Bo Sinian only saw the message in the group chat when he left the villa.

Lu Zaiye: "Fourth Brother, how is it? How is it? Did Sister Ye agree to cancel the wedding?"

This is the message he sent this morning.

Gu Yinan: "Did you and Sister Ye rekindle your old flame last night? [Evil grin.jpg]"

He Muzhi: "Fourth Brother? Hello? If you're still alive, say something."

Lu Zaiye: "It's over. So much time has passed and Fourth Brother still hasn't replied. Could it be that he did something too outrageous to Sister Ye last night and Sister Ye killed him to cover it up?"

Bo Sinian narrowed his eyes, his expression full of disdain. What kind of people did he know?

He quickly typed a message on his phone and sent it: "I'm doing just fine!"

Lu Zaiye replied almost instantly: "Fourth Brother, is your internet speed 2G? It's taking you so long to reply."

Gu Yinan: "Fourth Brother, think about it more positively. So what if you're married? You can get divorced, so you and Sister Ye still have a chance."

He Muzhi: Yes. As long as the green hills remain, there's always hope for a future resurgence.

They speculated that Bo Sinian probably didn't try to steal the bride, otherwise the internet wouldn't be so calm now.

Bo Sinian: "You can all shut up now. Song Jin isn't married either."

The three of them bombarded the audience with even more information.

Lu Zaiye: "What? Sister Ye isn't married? Fourth Brother, what kind of seductive tricks did you use?"

Gu Yinan: "You didn't kidnap Sister Ye, did you?"

He Muzhi: "Fourth Brother, pull back from the brink! There's still time to turn back."

Bo Sinian: "Get out of here, all of you! Shen Yanzhi is marrying someone else, not Song Jin."

Lu Zaiye, Gu Yinan, and He Muzhi: "Huh?"