1122 - Chapter 47 (END OF MAIN STORY)

They obtained their marriage certificate, with Chu Beiheng as the officiant.

They completed the pheromone code parallel, witnessed by Chu Beiheng.

On the day of the wedding, the emcee was still Chu Beiheng.

Since Jiang Yi’s parents had already passed away and many of his other relatives were no longer in contact, the family decided that his father, Chu Guzhi, would attend the wedding as Jiang Yi’s father, sitting on his side of the ceremony.

On the wedding day, they didn’t adhere to the tradition of departing from separate locations. Instead, they helped each other into their suits.

“Still feeling nauseous?”

In the dressing room, Yan Nanchen fastened the buttons of Jiang Yi’s shirt, his gaze lingering on his waist. The two-month pregnancy bump showed little change, and it was difficult for him to gain weight something that gave Yan Nanchen a headache.

Jiang Yi shook his head. “Not right now.”

Originally, they had planned to hold the wedding after the baby was born. But considering various factors, they decided to proceed while the pregnancy was still in its early stages.

“If you feel unwell at any point, you must tell me, understand?” Yan Nanchen helped Jiang Yi into his white suit jacket, still carefully reminding him.

Jiang Yi looked at Yan Nanchen and smiled. “I understand.”

After dressing each other, the stylists behind them began tidying their hair and outfits.

Once everything was ready and the wedding was about to begin, they kissed each other before parting.

In the hotel banquet hall, now adorned with jasmine flowers for the wedding, Chu Beiheng, the only single member of the family was livening up the atmosphere with practiced ease. After all, this was already the fourth wedding he had hosted.

“Welcome, everyone, to my younger brother’s wedding. I am today’s emcee, Chu Beiheng. A perfect match, a harmonious union for a hundred years without further delay, let us welcome the newlyweds!”

Chu Beiheng turned slightly toward the entrance, his gaze sweeping past the family members in the audience before lingering on a certain spot. When his eyes met those of a certain little someone who was trying to avoid his gaze, he smirked and raised an eyebrow.

Soon, he withdrew his gaze and refocused on the stars of today’s wedding.

Though he couldn’t claim to have witnessed every moment of Yan Nanchen and Jiang Yi’s love story, he had lived through their most painful five years. Perhaps because those years were so deeply etched in memory, the stronger the emotions he felt, the more he understood just how much love must have existed to cause such pain.

How could they have been so foolish if they hadn’t loved each other?

“Come, let’s welcome the newlyweds to my side.”

Jiang Yi watched as Yan Nanchen walked toward him his puppy, dressed in a pristine white suit, hair meticulously styled, holding a bouquet, gazing at him with deep affection before stepping forward.

Only in this moment did it truly sink in.

He was getting married.

Yan Nanchen stopped in front of Jiang Yi, bouquet in hand, staring at him intently before smiling tenderly. “Yi Yi, I’m so happy.”

Seeing his reddened eyes, Jiang Yi chuckled softly. “There are so many people watching. Don’t cry.”

“It’s fine if I do,” Yan Nanchen said, glancing at their fathers in the audience before adding shamelessly, “They’ve seen me cry plenty of times. Crying today won’t be embarrassing.”

Chu Beiheng nodded, holding the microphone with a grin. “This is a fine tradition of our Luo family, Alphas cry easily. Of course, I’m the exception, since my responsibility is too great, always playing the role of love’s supporting character. Right, Nanchen?” He then glanced again at that certain little someone in the audience.

That certain little someone: “…”

Yan Nanchen had eyes only for Jiang Yi, oblivious to who his brother was looking at, and merely found Chu Beiheng’s words a bit excessive: “That’s enough. I’m about to exchange rings with Yi Yi. You can start being silent now.”

Chu Beiheng gave Yan Nanchen a subtle look. “Annoyed by my chatter? Don’t come to me for help next time. Save the bouquet toss for me later.” With that, he stepped aside, leaving the space to the two of them.

Undisturbed by his brother, Yan Nanchen took out the ring box from his pocket and opened it toward Jiang Yi.

At the same time, the large screen behind them began scrolling through a slideshow.

Jiang Yi’s gaze was drawn to the screen, but the next moment, he froze when he saw the letters appearing one after another.

“Seven years ago, our breakup and separation were abrupt. You vanished from my life as if you’d never existed. I couldn’t find you, nor did I know how to ease the anxiety and pain of losing you. The prolonged insomnia worsened my condition, even causing hallucinations making me believe you were still by my side, that you still loved me, that I still loved you.”

Jiang Yi’s eyes lingered on the first letter. The paper was crumpled, as if it had been soaked and dried, leaving behind deep creases.

The first letter was brief, yet the intensity of emotion bled through the strokes of the pen. It read:

[My beloved Yi Yi, my name is Yan Nanchen.]

The second letter was also short, but the handwriting trembled slightly:

[Yi Yi, today when I opened my eyes, I saw you again. You put on the clothes I prepared for you and left for work. So I’ll wait at home for you to come back.]

The third letter remained concise, but the pen strokes were heavy, as if pressed down with immense force:

[Yi Yi, I know I was wrong. I was wrong.]

The fourth letter had fragmented handwriting, as if the writer had struggled midway:

[Yi Yi, it hurts so much. What do I do? My whole body aches. The medicine hurts. The treatment hurts too.]

The fifth letter was slightly longer:

[Yi Yi, I didn’t suffer from insomnia last night, so I dreamed of you. The doctor said if I take my medicine properly and sleep well, I can dream of you. Are you doing well now? Do you ever dream of me? Probably not. You said you hated me, that you resented me.]

The sixth letter:

[Yi Yi, I miss you so much. I really, really miss you. What do I do?]

The seven hundred and eighty-second letter:

[Yi Yi, you look so happy in the photo. So you’re doing well. That makes me happy too.]

The eight hundred and twentieth letter:

[Yi Yi, the doctor says I’m getting better again. I’ll recover soon. I hope when you return, the me you see is still the same as before.]

The letters that followed weren’t particularly long just ordinary words strung together. Yet, as they appeared one after another, with each trembling stroke, each repetition of “Yi Yi,” the emotions poured through the paper. The act of writing itself seemed arduous, the sentiments painfully saturated. Even these short sentences were written with difficulty.

Three hundred and sixty-five days a year. One letter a day. For five whole years. Nearly eighteen hundred letters. Nearly two thousand repetitions of “Yi Yi.”

Perhaps far more than two thousand.

By the eighteen hundredth letter, the strokes were smooth and firm, starkly different from before. And this letter was long very long. It wasn’t written after Jiang Yi’s return, but before.

【Yi Yi, I had another dream. I dreamed that you came back, that you pushed open the door of our little home, that you told me to hurry inside, that you held me and said everything was alright, that it was all over. I woke up feeling sad, but I didn’t lose hope. After washing up, I went to the hospital. The doctor told me my symptoms have improved, and I can reduce my medication. I was so happy, it means I’m getting better. Does that mean you’re coming back soon? That would be wonderful.】

The slideshow continued to the next letter, until the final one, dated the day Jiang Yi returned.

【Yi Yi, this time you really came back. It wasn’t a dream. I held you, you were warm, alive. You’re really back. Today is the happiest day of my life.】

This last letter was written with heavy pressure, the paper wrinkled as if it had been soaked and dried again.

“Yi Yi.”

Jiang Yi heard Yan Nanchen’s voice through the microphone. As he snapped back to reality, he felt a hand gently touch his cheek and realized his face was already streaked with tears.

That call of his name, it was as if it had leapt from the letters into reality, vibrant and alive.

He met Yan Nanchen’s reddened, affectionate eyes, took a deep breath to steady the lump in his throat, and responded, “Mm.”

“It feels like a dream, you’re back, you’ve forgiven me, you love me again and we, we’re married.” Yan Nanchen lowered his head, pressing his forehead against Jiang Yi’s, and laughed through his tears. “It’s like being reborn. You brought me back to life.”

Jiang Yi sobbed, his trembling fingers brushing Yan Nanchen’s face. “Why didn’t you tell me you wrote so many letters? You always do this, don’t you know it hurts me to see you like this?”

“I didn’t want you to think I was being sentimental.”

Jiang Yi couldn’t help but laugh through his tears, finally breaking into a smile before pressing a kiss to Yan Nanchen’s lips. “Silly, aren’t you?”

Seeing him smile, Yan Nanchen grinned too. “I think I really am.”

“Ahem.” Chu Beiheng cleared his throat from the side. “Newlyweds, are you done being emotional yet?”

Jiang Yi’s emotions came to an abrupt halt. He glanced up at Chu Beiheng with a resentful look, as if asking why he had to interrupt their moment.

“I also have a gift for you two,” Chu Beiheng said mysteriously. “Ready to cry again?”

Jiang Yi and Yan Nanchen exchanged glances, unsure what Chu Beiheng was up to. Before they could react, the screen switched to a video, the sound of two babies crying echoed through the banquet hall.

The moment the cries rang out, Jiang Yi turned his face away, tears falling. As a father, he couldn’t bear to hear such a sound, especially not the cries of their lost Nian Nian.

Yan Nanchen stared blankly at the video, which showed footage from seven years ago Jiang Yi holding Qiao Qiao. Perhaps still recovering postpartum but in better spirits, Chu Beiheng had recorded a video of him then.

Chu Beiheng’s voice came from the video: “Jiang Yi, smile a little. Don’t scare Qiao Qiao.”

“I can’t.”

“You miss him a lot, don’t you?”

The screen froze on Jiang Yi holding Qiao Qiao in silence, before tears silently rolled down his cheeks.

The scene shifted again to a surveillance video, likely taken in the living room. Jiang Yi was sitting on the sofa, his pregnant belly now quite prominent. He clutched a white shirt, burying his face in it as he wept bitterly. Faintly, the word “puppy” could be heard.

There were many more surveillance clips that followed, all showing Jiang Yi during his pregnancy, capturing moments when he was alone and crying.

At the end of the video, Qiao Qiao appeared to be about two years old, sucking on a lollipop as she stared blankly at Jiang Yi. Jiang Yi seemed slightly intoxicated, likely drunk, as he picked up his phone, crying and saying:

“I want to set puppy as my emergency contact.”

“Big brother, you’re in M country now. What’s the point of setting him as your emergency contact?”

“I just want to set him as my emergency contact.”

“You won’t be able to reach his domestic number.”

“Waaah, I can’t see through my tears. Help me input his number.”

“The one starting with 137?”

“No, the one starting with 188.”

“How would I know his 188 number? Is that his private line?”

“Then I’ll tell you.”

Then Chu Beiheng’s voice was heard: “Jiang Yi, in your heart, does Yan Nanchen have wings? Will he cross oceans and fly to your side the moment you’re in danger?”

“Yes, he will.”

“Do you miss him?”

The camera focused on Jiang Yi, slightly drunk and slumped over the table. Without his glasses, his eyes were hazy as he stared straight ahead: “Yes.”

“How much?”

“Very, very, very much.”

“Do you hate him?”

“Yes.”

“If you hate him so much, do you still love him?”

Jiang Yi closed his eyes in the footage, then murmured after a pause: “Yes. I love puppy so much.”

The video abruptly ended.

By the time Yan Nanchen finished watching, his eyes were red-rimmed. He pulled Jiang Yi into his arms, kissing his cheeks as his voice trembled: “Yi Yi.”

Jiang Yi wiped his tears on Yan Nanchen’s shoulder, then glared at Chu Beiheng in embarrassment: “Why did you show that video? It’s so humiliating.”

Chu Beiheng held the microphone, smiling as he looked at his younger brother and Jiang Yi, his own eyes slightly red:

“Nanchen, Jiang Yi, may the rest of your lives be filled with mutual understanding in hardship and shared joy in happiness. May your love stand the test of time, and may you grow old together in deep affection. Happy wedding, and may all go well for you.”

As his words ended, the entire room erupted in applause.

Romantic concerto music filled the banquet hall.

“Now, the couple will exchange rings.”

Yan Nanchen took out the ring from his pocket, a newly customized one, as the previous had been too large and was now worn by Jiang Yi as a necklace.

Gazing tenderly at Jiang Yi, he smiled: “Yi Yi, thank you.”

He then took Jiang Yi’s hand and slipped the ring onto his finger.

When it was Jiang Yi’s turn, he patted his empty pockets, looking stunned. Ah, where was his ring?

“It’s here with me.” Yan Nanchen produced the other ring from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Yi, chuckling: “I knew you’d forget, so I kept it for you.”

This drew laughter from their families below.

Jiang Yi’s ears turned red with embarrassment as he accepted the ring. Opening the box, he took out the ring and placed it on Yan Nanchen’s finger. In that moment, his heart overflowed with devotion.

After putting it on, he looked up at Yan Nanchen with a smile and said, “Puppy, thank you.”

They kissed each other.

Under the gaze of their families and surrounded by all the blessings, they got married.

This simple ‘thank you’ contained ‘I love you,’ as well as forgiveness for each other and everything from the past, it spoke more than a thousand words.

They were Jiang Yi and Yan Nanchen.

They would be happy together forever and ever.

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