After leaving scumbag A, I Found a Happy Ending with a Flirtatious Beauty - Chapter 90

With only a week left until the wedding, Shen Qiaoyi had expected to be swamped with preparations. Yet to her surprise, she found herself with nothing to worry about. The social obligations were handled by Lu Zhiyuan, while the minute details were taken care of by Grandma Luo. Her only task was to flip through catalogs and make selections.

Choosing the venue decor, jewelry, wedding dress, flowers and lighting.

Picking out her favorites.

It wasn’t until she took on this responsibility that she realized just how wealthy her Alpha truly was. Even a simple bouquet came with a price tag that had multiple zeros. There wasn’t a single affordable item in the catalogs Lu Zhiyuan had given her. Every time her finger tapped on a choice, she felt her heart bleed a little.

Shen Qiaoyi found an excuse to dismiss the waiting wedding planner and quietly sidled up to Lu Zhiyuan. “Yuanbao, the flowers in the catalog are way too expensive. The florist downstairs from our old apartment sold bouquets for just over a hundred. Maybe we could—”

Lu Zhiyuan looked up from the proposal, pinched her cheek lightly, and gave her the same unwavering answer as always: “It’s not expensive.”

Seeing the exhaustion from nonstop work on her face, Shen Qiaoyi’s heart ached. She didn’t press the matter further.

Time flew by, and before they knew it, it was the eve of the wedding.

Traditionally, the Omega was supposed to spend the night before the wedding at her family home, bathed, dressed in new clothes, and waiting in her bedroom for her Alpha to come and fetch her.

But Shen Qiaoyi had no family home to return to.

Her mother, Su Wanqing, had worked as a maid for the Ji family. Now that the Ji family had gone bankrupt, the patriarch was bedridden in a rehabilitation center, and the Ji sisters loathed her to the core naturally, none of them would attend her wedding.

Shen Qiaoyi didn’t care in the slightest, nor was she upset about it. Her only concern was whether it would embarrass Lu Zhiyuan.

She wrapped her arms around Lu Zhiyuan’s neck, curling up in her embrace like a kitten. “Yuanbao, only my mom will be at our wedding. Uncle Ji, they won’t be coming. The planner just asked which elder should walk me down the aisle?”

Lu Zhiyuan stroked her hair gently and answered without hesitation, “We don’t need an elder. I’ll walk you down.”

“But…” Shen Qiaoyi nuzzled against her. “But that’s not how it’s supposed to be.”

Lu Zhiyuan chuckled softly, patting her soothingly. “The Lu family’s traditions were made by people. If they can be made, they can also be undone. All we need is each other, we don’t have to follow those outdated rules.”

Lu Zhiyuan could say such things with confidence because of the remarkable achievements she had made over the years.

In the past, the Lu family may have appeared prosperous, but it was built on the sacrifices of its Omegas even under Lu Yuexi’s leadership, Omegas were often married off to Alphas of other wealthy families to secure the Lu family’s interests.

But ever since Lu Zhiyuan took over, such practices had ceased. Without relying on arranged marriages, she had expanded the Lu family’s influence, turning it into a true powerhouse and allowing its Omegas the freedom to love and marry as they pleased.

Because of this, everyone in the Lu family respected her deeply, especially the younger generation, who practically idolized her and supported every decision she made.

Truthfully, they had long despised the Lu family’s outdated customs. Now that Lu Zhiyuan was leading the charge to discard them, why wouldn’t they back her up?

Shen Qiaoyi happily planted a loud kiss on her lips. “Yuanbao, how can you be this perfect?”

Lu Zhiyuan kissed her back. “You’re pretty perfect yourself.”

On the wedding day, Lu Zhiyuan set out early from the Lu residence to the Meng family to pick up her Omega bride.

Shen Qiaoyi, urged by Grandma Luo, bathed and changed early, then sat in front of the mirror for makeup.

The bedroom was packed with people, mostly colleagues from Shen Qiaoyi’s studio. Hearing that the Lu family had sent unmarried Alphas to fetch the bride, they had all dressed up in their finest, chattering excitedly around Shen Qiaoyi about how they would tease the CEO later.

Meng Ziyan stood by the door in a deep alizarin-red qipao, festive yet elegant, the hem slightly slit to reveal slender, pale calves. From the side, it looked as if the light itself had bent to accentuate her unparalleled grace.

She stood there quietly, watching the young people laugh and joke, her eyes warm with amusement, lips curving into a gentle smile.

Madam Dusang stood behind her, gazing at her without blinking.

After undergoing mark-removal surgery, Meng Ziyan’s appearance hadn’t changed much outwardly, but she smiled more often now—softer, lovelier.

Madam Dusang found it dazzling. She loved seeing Meng Ziyan smile like this, like sunlight filtered through clear spring water, illuminating every corner of her heart.

Unconsciously, she smiled back. Meng Ziyan glanced up, their eyes meeting as she said lightly, “Call Yuanbao later and tell her to prepare more red packets. These youngsters love to make a fuss judging by their energy, they might tear the door down.”

Madam Dusang’s smile deepened faintly. “Yuanbao must be busy right now. No need to trouble her. I have cash on hand, I’ll prepare them. If it’s not enough, I’ll have my assistant withdraw more.”

Meng Ziyan shook her head quickly. “No, that won’t do.You’ve already given the children such a generous gift. I can’t let you spend more.”

Madam Dusang’s lashes lowered, shadowed with melancholy. “A-Yan, must you still keep me at arm’s length?  I just want to do something for Yuanbao.”

As she spoke, Meng Ziyan’s gentle figure brushed past her right side, pausing to murmur, “Come on.”

“Where to?” Madam Dusang looked up, startled.

Meng Ziyan’s voice unfurled like ink in water. “Don’t we need red envelopes for the packets? I have some in my room. Let’s go.”

Madam Dusang’s lips curved slowly, then higher. “Alright.”

In the bedroom, the maids borrowed from the Lu household bustled efficiently serving tea, arranging snacks, standing in neat rows behind Shen Qiaoyi to attend to her every need.

Chen Moli handed Shen Qiaoyi a biscuit. “Yiyi, there’s still a long day ahead. Have something to eat first.”

This was Chen Moli’s first time as a bridesmaid, and she was too excited to sit still, constantly checking her phone and muttering to herself.

Shen Qiaoyi glanced over curiously. “Moli, what are you mumbling about?”

Without looking up, Chen Moli replied, “Reading bridesmaid guides. Yiyi, go change into your dress first. I need to memorize a few more tips.”

Shen Qiaoyi laughed helplessly as Zheng Siya brought over the wedding gown, leading her into the bathroom to help her change.

Zheng Siya placed her hands on Shen Qiaoyi’s back, gently zipping up the dress while her gaze lingered on her stomach. She couldn’t help but complain, “You’re already over two months along, yet your belly looks even flatter than before pregnancy. Have you been eating properly? I’m warning you, don’t you dare mistreat my future daughter-in-law.”

Shen Qiaoyi frowned in distress. “Our little New Year Cake is definitely going to be a handful. Even in the womb, she’s already causing trouble. My cravings have gotten so weird even I can’t believe it. The other day during my prenatal checkup, while waiting for Yuanbao outside, a stinky tofu vendor passed by, and I was practically drooling. But just as they started frying, the city inspectors showed up. So, I ended up chasing the inspectors who were chasing the vendor. Oh god, the whole street was watching us. Tell me, isn’t this little one already a handful?”

Zheng Siya doubled over with laughter. “Hahaha, so, did you get to eat the stinky tofu in the end?”

Shen Qiaoyi sheepishly adjusted her veil. “Yuanbao had to send out the entire company security team to track down that stinky tofu vendor. Finally got to eat it otherwise, this little troublemaker would’ve kept me restless for days.”

While Shen Qiaoyi looked exasperated, Zheng Siya beamed with pride, gently stroking her belly. “Aiya, my future daughter-in-law is truly something. With her keeping Little Sprout in line, I won’t have to worry at all.”

Just then, a baby’s cry echoed from the doorway.

“Honey, can you come out for a sec?” Su Jintao’s voice carried urgency. “Little Sprout is hungry.”

Zheng Siya helped Shen Qiaoyi out of the bathroom. The strapless, waist-cinching mermaid wedding gown, adorned with cascading lace, accentuated her willow-slender waist. The long train trailed behind like a river of white roses with every step, ethereal and dreamlike.

The Omegas swarmed around her. “Holy crap, Yiyi, you’re absolutely breathtaking today.”

Shen Qiaoyi instinctively touched her cheeks, her red lips curving as her clear eyes shimmered with happiness and anticipation.

Amid the Omega’s excited chatter, Chen Moli leaned on the windowsill and turned to wave at them. “They’re here, they’re here!”

The Omegas erupted like a boiling pot. “Quick, quick, block the door! If we don’t make President Lu pay a hefty price today, she’s not taking Yiyi anywhere.”

A faint smirk played on Shen Qiaoyi’s lips.

Hah!

Trying to mess with Lu Zhiyuan? They’d have to get through her first.

From the moment she “kept” Lu Zhiyuan, she’d painstakingly charmed her way into this marriage. No way was she letting them ruin it. What if Yuanbao changed her mind midway? Who would she cry to then?

Little did the Omegas know there was a traitor in their ranks none other than the bride herself.

Shen Qiaoyi!

She quietly slipped to the window and glimpsed the long procession of cars. Covering her mouth, she murmured, “Lu Zhiyuan, you big dummy, could you be any more extra?”

Her gaze fixed on the lead car as a tall figure emerged, holding a bouquet, dressed in a haute couture gown from the same collection. The skirt draped elegantly to her ankles, and her mere presence seemed to dim everything around her, leaving only a radiant, multicolored glow about her.

An Alpha bridesmaid whispered something to her, and Lu Zhiyuan gave a slight nod.

Shen Qiaoyi watched from upstairs. Despite the distance, Lu Zhiyuan seemed to share a telepathic connection with her, lifting her head at just the right moment to gaze toward the third-floor window.

Shen Qiaoyi’s heart skipped a beat. Before she could retreat, the Omegas had already pulled her onto the bed, arranging her dress and waiting for Lu Zhiyuan to come claim her.

Sitting quietly, Shen Qiaoyi took advantage of the Omegas hiding the shoes to beckon Taohua over.

The clever little girl approached cautiously. Shen Qiaoyi whispered in her ear: “Taohua, when Sister Lu comes upstairs later, open the third wardrobe in the dressing room.”

She blinked playfully. “Can you do that?”

Taohua puffed out her chest. “Yes! Sister said little rice cakes need lots of sleep to grow big. It’s too noisy here little rice cake definitely can’t sleep. Once Sister Lu takes you away, you can rest properly.”

Shen Qiaoyi: “……”

The Omegas searched everywhere to hide the shoes, as tradition dictated Lu Zhiyuan could only take Shen Qiaoyi away after finding them.

Little did they know Shen Qiaoyi wasn’t on their team at all.

Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she suggested, “Don’t hide them there. The Alphas outnumber us, no matter how well you hide them, they’ll find them. You might as well hide them on me. No matter how bold they are, they wouldn’t dare search me in front of Zhiyuan.”

The Omegas found her reasoning sound and promptly tucked the shoes into Shen Qiaoyi’s arms. “Hide them under your skirt, let’s see if they dare lift it.”

Shen Qiaoyi curved her red lips. “Good idea.”

After just a few words, the Alphas had already reached the door, prompting the Omegas to rush and block it.

Lu Zhiyuan remained composed throughout, whether solving riddles or answering questions about Shen Qiaoyi, she responded flawlessly.

But despite the endless stream of red envelopes being slipped under the door, the Omegas refused to open it.

Shen Qiaoyi sat on the bed, listening to the frustrated clamor outside, and slowly smiled.

Not bad, Lu Zhiyuan, still so calm at a time like this.

Meng Ziyan and Madam Du Sang stood outside, watching the aggressive Alphas with concern. “They wouldn’t actually try to break down the door, would they?”

Madam Du Sang smiled faintly. “I think they might.”

The Omegas continued barricading the door while the Alphas debated ways to force it open. The standoff dragged on, minute by minute.

Just as the Alphas turned to find tools for prying the door open, they realized Lu Zhiyuan had disappeared.

As everyone exchanged bewildered glances, screams erupted from inside. “Ahhh! President Lu, how did you get in here?!”

Lu Zhiyuan wore a faint smile. “Naturally, I walked in.”

She strode step by step toward Shen Qiaoyi. “Wife, I’ve come for you.”

The Omegas hurried to block her, the room erupting with teasing protests. “No no, you have to find the shoes first before taking her away!”

Shen Qiaoyi hopped off the bed and, to the Omegas’ shock, threw herself into Lu Zhiyuan’s arms, shoving the shoes into her hands. “Yuanbao, no need to search. Hurry up and marry me away.”

Lu Zhiyuan turned, bending slightly to lower herself. “Hop on, wife. I’ll take you home.”

Shen Qiaoyi eagerly climbed onto her back, wrapping her arms around her neck. “Yuanbao, hold me tighter.”

Lu Zhiyuan dipped her head, her lips curling adoringly. “Okay.”

The Omegas were naturally reluctant to let her go, but they couldn’t withstand Miss Lu’s relentless bombardment of red envelopes. Eventually, each one retreated to a corner to count their money, grinning from ear to ear with delight.

The motorcade soon arrived at the Lu residence. Red lanterns hung all the way from the foot of Snow Wave Mountain to its peak, creating a sea of jubilant crimson, a clear sign of the Lu family’s meticulous preparations.

The entrance was packed with guests luminaries from S City’s political, business, and entertainment circles had all come to offer their congratulations. The gathering was star-studded and unprecedentedly grand.

Chen Moli held an umbrella to shield Shen Qiaoyi as Lu Zhiyuan gently guided her, whispering, “Darling, there’s a fire basin ahead. Watch your step.”

Shen Qiaoyi, who had never seen such a grand occasion before, felt her heart flutter. “Yuanbao, I’m so nervous.”

Lu Zhiyuan patted her hand reassuringly. “Don’t be afraid. I’m here with you.”

“Then, hold my hand tighter.”

“Alright.”

Hand in hand, they stepped over the fire basin. Once inside, Chen Moli brought several cups of tea.

Lu Zhiyuan and Shen Qiaoyi knelt to pay respects to the elders, starting with Lu Yuexi. After completing the rounds, they had collected a thick stack of red envelopes.

Pregnancy had left Shen Qiaoyi a bit scatterbrained, but fortunately, Lu Zhiyuan was by her side at every step, discreetly reminding her so she wouldn’t misaddress anyone.

As she stood up, Shen Qiaoyi’s legs felt slightly numb, causing her to sway a little. Lu Zhiyuan quickly steadied her, and the two leaned against each other, their closeness radiating intimacy.

After the tea ceremony, the formal ceremony began.

Lu Zhiyuan and Shen Qiaoyi stood side by side beneath a floral arch. As music swelled, they linked arms and stepped onto the red carpet, one stride at a time.

The Lu family garden was brilliantly lit, with all eyes fixed on them. The carpet stretched so long that they could bask in every guest’s warm, congratulatory gaze.

Colleagues, family, friends,  familiar faces and strangers alike.

Among the crowd, Shen Qiaoyi spotted Su Wanqing, the birth mother of the original host. She had likely realized long ago that Shen Qiaoyi wasn’t her real daughter, yet she had still fought tooth and nail to protect her, offering the maternal love Shen Qiaoyi had always yearned for.

Shen Qiaoyi looked at Su Wanqing with deep gratitude. Su Wanqing’s eyes were red-rimmed, her smile trembling as she held back tears. She was the first to begin clapping, sparking thunderous applause throughout the venue.

Shen Qiaoyi’s heart pounded so loudly in her chest that she could almost hear it, each beat faster and more frantic than the last.

But Lu Zhiyuan’s firm grip on her hand inexplicably calmed her. Step by step, she followed Lu Zhiyuan’s lead onto the stage.

Once there, the emcee handed the microphone to Lu Zhiyuan. Her gaze swept across the audience before finally settling on Shen Qiaoyi. Their eyes met, and they shared a tender smile.

Lu Zhiyuan tapped the microphone lightly and cleared her throat, instantly quieting the crowd.

After a brief pause, her cool, clear voice resonated through the garden’s speakers.

“Thank you all for coming to celebrate our wedding, mine and Shen Qiaoyi’s.”

Holding Shen Qiaoyi’s hand, she bowed deeply to the guests before continuing, “I once believed I would spend my entire life alone. Before her, my world was only shades of black and gray until she appeared.”

She gently pulled Shen Qiaoyi forward, raising their interlaced fingers for all to see. “It was Shen Qiaoyi who showed me how beautiful the sky could be, how intoxicating sunsets are, and how coming home could be the most anticipated part of my day. She painted color into the monochrome of my life. Words can’t express what I feel right now, but I vow to spend my lifetime repaying every ounce of love she’s given me.”

Shen Qiaoyi’s emotions surged like a breaking dam. Tears welled up, blurring her vision until everything dissolved into a watery haze.

Lu Zhiyuan, that damn Alpha, why did she have to make her cry at a time like this?

With her makeup ruined from crying, she was bound to become the world’s ugliest Omega bride.

Lu Zhiyuan turned around, took a red paper from the Alpha bridesmaid’s hands, and solemnly passed it to Shen Qiaoyi: “This is our marriage certificate, handwritten by me. May we grow old together, hand in hand.”

Shen Qiaoyi lowered her lashes. Though the red paper had been laminated and framed, faint creases still showed clearly handmade. She suddenly remembered how, a few days ago, Lu Zhiyuan and Xiao Taohua had been dyeing paper in the study. So this was what she had been secretly working on their marriage certificate.

From dyeing the paper to inscribing the words, every step of this marriage certificate had been crafted by Lu Zhiyuan’s own hands.

Every stroke carried the weight of her love.

Tears welling in her eyes, Shen Qiaoyi slowly unfolded the certificate then froze in surprise.

What?

Instead of vows, the certificate was filled with a list of assets?

Tiny, densely packed characters neatly detailed every possession under Lu Zhiyuan’s name: bank deposits, real estate, stocks, funds, jewelry, cash, vehicles, company shares, and all other personal assets.

Shen Qiaoyi laughed through her tears. “You, how are you this rich?”

Lu Zhiyuan pressed their foreheads together. “No, these all belong to you now. I’m just a penniless fool.”

Softly, she asked, “Wife, could you take care of me like you used to?”

Shen Qiaoyi’s eyes shimmered with moisture, yet her smile was sweeter than ever. “Then you’ll have to behave and listen to your sugar mama, understand?”

Lu Zhiyuan’s lips drew near. “I’ll obey every word.”

Their lips met, entwined in the most fervent intimacy, expressing the purest, most sincere love.

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