After Encountering My Deceased Wife, I Became the Male Lead's Love Rival - Chapter 50

Chapter 50: End

When Fang Ziyue woke up, she saw her beloved wife propping up her chin and watching her, her eyes curved with a gentle beauty. She tilted her head to check the time; it was already two in the afternoon.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Fang Ziyue scrambled up, smoothing her messy bedhead, feeling a bit frustrated. She had wanted to take Ling Qiu to more attractions, but now time was running out. They had to hurry to do their makeup and change their clothes.

“No rush. Your rest is more important,” Ling Qiu lay on the recliner, sounding lazy. Besides, she had enjoyed herself enough; she wasn’t particularly interested in the remaining attractions. After all, she was getting “old”.

“That won’t do, darling!” Upon hearing this, Fang Ziyue wailed and lunged toward her. She held Ling Qiu pleadingly, muttering with dissatisfaction, “My dear Miss Ling, are you really going to abandon your poor girlfriend and elope with the little butler?”

“Hmm…” Ling Qiu tilted her head lazily, appearing to consider the question quite seriously.

You actually have to consider it?! Heavens!

The alarms in Fang Ziyue’s mind blared at maximum volume. She scooped up her rebellious wife in one go. “Let’s go! Little thing, let’s see where you think you’re running to?!”

A mischievous wife who had learned how to tease her.

Ling Qiu naturally looped her arms around Fang Ziyue’s neck, burying her head in the crook of her shoulder, unable to stop laughing. This person was still so much fun. Acting like a bandit kidnapping a maiden, Fang Ziyue strode outside with great momentum.

Help, time was really tight!

Along the way, they passed through the amusement park, crossing a vast sea of purple hydrangeas in full bloom, with countless balloons tied to the trees along the path. Hmm, this decoration looks like they’re attending some festive banquet, Ling Qiu thought, narrowing her eyes.

She felt Fang Ziyue was holding back a major surprise.

While Ling Qiu was quietly observing her surroundings, Fang Ziyue suddenly set her down, and a soft blindfold unexpectedly covered her eyes.

“What?” The woman, unable to react in time, touched the area over her eyes. Why was she not following the script?

“Wife, just for a moment.” Fang Ziyue kissed Ling Qiu’s forehead, then added a few more kisses as if she hadn’t had enough. Ling Qiu’s face turned red from the kissing, and her forehead felt hot. Eventually, she couldn’t take it anymore and pushed the addicted woman away.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Ling Qiu’s strength was so light it was negligible, and her movement made Fang Ziyue’s heart soften. She reached out to gently stroke Ling Qiu’s long hair; the slightly curled ends had a playful, cute arc, intimately kissing the back of Fang Ziyue’s hand with the help of the wind.

Fine, Fang Ziyue pressed her forehead; she was probably possessed. Every petal that fell on her wife’s clothes looked like the cutest thing in the world to her.

Ling Qiu tilted her head in the darkness, puzzled as to why the woman had picked her up again. “Are we walking together this time?” To be honest, Ling Qiu was very happy about this. She liked entrusting herself entirely to Fang Ziyue without reservation, without fear, and without worrying about anything.

“Yes, I’m going to do your makeup in a moment. Wife, bear with me; we’ll be there soon.”

Passing through a white area, Fang Ziyue let out a soft tsk. It was mainly because her wife suddenly requested a date, leaving her in a panicked rush with no time to build the dressing room in a proper location. Truthfully, the dressing room was quite simple, and if she didn’t blindfold Ling Qiu, her plan would likely be exposed!

What a disaster, what a disaster!

“I’m looking forward to it.” Listening to the other’s rapid heartbeat, Ling Qiu pretended not to notice, anticipating Fang Ziyue doing her makeup. Painting the face and drawing the eyebrows. When they were face-to-face, with Fang Ziyue’s long, strong fingers holding the eyebrow pencil to draw for her and apply her makeup—how wonderful would that be?

They soon reached the destination. Fang Ziyue took off Ling Qiu’s blindfold, carefully using her palm to shield the other’s eyes so she could gradually adapt to the light. It was a very simple dressing room; Ling Qiu took one look and knew how hurried the preparation had been.

Fang Ziyue held the eyebrow pencil, her throat dry with nervousness. She, who never had shaky hands when doing her own makeup, was terrified that her hands would shake and turn her wife into a little tabby cat.

Equally nervous, Ling Qiu closed her eyes. Her long, curled eyelashes fluttered incessantly like butterfly wings, matching the rhythm of her breathing. Every slight quiver touched Fang Ziyue’s heartstrings. Ling Qiu felt the touch on her features; the movements were steady and smooth—the woman’s hand was very stable.

Fang Ziyue applied the makeup quickly. Soon, she was finished. Ling Qiu could feel her placing a few cool items at the corners of her eyes round decorations similar to pearls. But before Ling Qiu could open her eyes to look, Fang Ziyue covered them again with a piece of soft cloth.

Fine, here we go again.

The curve of Ling Qiu’s lips widened. But forget it before eating the most delicious cake, one must go through complex preparation steps. And although she had only seen her unfinished makeup, she could roughly imagine the final look.

It would be a very elegant and exquisite look, somewhat like white roses blooming in the early morning, with transparent dewdrops at the corners of her eyes that seemed ready to fall with every blink. Well, this kind of makeup was very suitable for attending a certain important occasion.

“Next, I’m going to act like a hooligan, dear wife.” Fang Ziyue’s “wicked” grin made Ling Qiu shake her head helplessly. This person was never serious.

Unconcerned by the comment, Ling Qiu suddenly felt the zipper at the back of her dress being pulled down by a hot hand. She shivered at the heat and spun around abruptly, but because her vision was blocked, she could only tense her body and protect herself with her hands.

Even if the other person was her beloved, in a place like this… Ling Qiu bit her lip, her beautiful face flushing a deep red. The strip of cloth over her eyes gave her an intense sense of fragility.

Looking at the nervous Ling Qiu, Fang Ziyue suddenly felt like a bully. “Don’t be nervous, it’s just changing clothes. Before we are married, I promise not to do anything out of line.” Fang Ziyue immediately raised her hand to swear.

Even though she couldn’t see, Ling Qiu felt at ease. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to give herself to her, it’s just… this environment wasn’t right…

Relaxing, Ling Qiu suppressed her urge to resist. She bashfully gripped her own arms and turned her head away, revealing her fragile, slender neck, allowing Fang Ziyue to slip her clothes off.

The cool air didn’t stay on her skin for long before a heavy dress was carefully placed on her. Two finger-width straps crossed from her neck over her chest was there a flower on them? The back was an open-back design. Her original earrings were replaced with long tassel-style pendants; the tassels were so long they even brushed against her bare, delicate shoulders when she bowed her head.

The layered gauze of the skirt was very long. Ling Qiu reached down to touch the hem, but it was no use; she couldn’t reach it at all. However, this hem could hide her deformed legs, which was very important. Although she didn’t feel inferior because of her legs, if Fang Ziyue was truly taking her to an important occasion, the design of this dress was very reasonable.

Then, Ling Qiu heard the rustling sound of clothes being changed beside her, and the tips of her ears turned red again. The person she loved changing right beside her… it was too…

Darn it, why are my eyes covered! I want to see too!

The sound of Fang Ziyue changing didn’t last long, and soon Ling Qiu felt herself being picked up. her hand accidentally brushed over Fang Ziyue’s head; the other was wearing a magnificent headpiece, which made Ling Qiu curious to see.

Setting off again, the sound of the skirt hem dragging on the ground was very pleasant to hear. For some reason, Ling Qiu’s heart skipped a beat, and she grew inexplicably nervous.

“Alright, you can take off the blindfold now.” These words from Fang Ziyue were like an amnesty; Ling Qiu immediately removed the cloth strip from her eyes.

A red carpet, white balloons, a path covered in fresh flowers, and their close friends and capable subordinates. Everyone was clapping from the bottom of their hearts, sending blessings to the couple.

Ling Qiu covered her mouth in disbelief, the heat in her eyes surging up with tears. Fang Ziyue was wearing the most beautiful wedding dress, leading her lover through the flower gates, through the crowd that sincerely blessed them, through the suffering of the past, and into the future that belonged to them.

“So, my dear Miss Ling, are you willing to marry me and be my lover, never to leave or forsake me for a lifetime?”

The ring that had once been stained by that “greasy object,” once covered by a flawed petal, and once failed to be placed on Ling Qiu’s hand was brought before her once again.

Ling Qiu’s vision was blurred; the mist blocked her sight, preventing her from clearly seeing the smile on the other’s face. She had been wondering what method the other would use within seven days to bring this ring back to her hand.

Until this moment.

A crisp, clear voice, carrying a hint of a sob and the sweetness of happiness, rang in the ears of the smiling Fang Ziyue.

“I do.”

Yes, there was no more appropriate way than this, was there?

(End)

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