Finally Being Snatched Away at My Wedding by My Ex-Boyfriend - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Wedding Heist at the Church

“Mr. Su, after settling your outstanding balance with this latest hospitalization payment, the remaining funds will only last until the 5th of next month.”

The nurse’s tone was gentle, but the distressing reality wasn’t improved by her kindness in the slightest.

“Mr. Xia’s life signs currently depend entirely on a ventilator and a nutrition pump. Therefore, please be sure to prepare the next installment before then.”

Su Yuan stood with his chin tucked in the noisy corridor of the public hospital, looking like a bird that had accidentally landed in the middle of a busy city.

He nodded slightly and replied softly, “Thank you. I will definitely pay the hospitalization fee on time this time.”

The nurse left. Su Yuan pushed open the door to the six-person ward. It was a bit quieter inside, but his chest was still buzzing.

He sat down by the window-side bed, reached out, and took the hand of the person lying there. “Dad, I’m getting married.”

After a pause, Su Yuan added: “Don’t worry, it’s not for him.”

Leaving the hospital, Su Yuan stood in the square, tilting his head to watch the golden ginkgo leaves being blown down. They swirled toward him like a swarm of butterflies he couldn’t dodge.

He didn’t want to get married, especially not in autumn.

Autumn belonged to him and Pei Xing.

Su Yuan thought selfishly.

But this was already the third autumn without Pei Xing, and he was no longer at an age where he was allowed to be selfish.

…

At Saint Sophia Cathedral, Su Yuan stood on the altar. His exquisitely tailored pure-white suit made him look more like a lonely crane.

Unlike the political and business big shots on the front benches who were busy with superficial pleasantries and flattery, the young faces in the back rows had vibrant expressions as they gossiped about the couple’s college days.

“Hey, I thought I’d attend Su Yuan’s wedding, but I thought it would be with Pei Xing.”

“Who doesn’t know that Su Yuan dumped Pei Xing back then for being too poor? Now, the tables have turned… Hey, do you think Su Yuan regrets it?”

“What’s there to regret?” Someone rolled their eyes. “The Chu family is a legitimate elite household. Marrying in means becoming a wealthy socialite.”

“But, isn’t Chu Fei straight?”

At that question, the group fell silent for a moment.

As if after deep consideration, someone spoke up: “To marry Su Yuan, even a straight man would be willing.”

Another silence followed, but everyone seemed to reach a tacit understanding, nodding in unison.

“True. That is Su Yuan, after all.”

Everyone’s gaze, like the photographer’s lens, was fixed firmly on Su Yuan’s profile—honest, blunt, and unshielded. A wedding seemed to be the perfect frame for Su Yuan, allowing those usually shifty eyes to now fall on him openly.

Su Yuan’s eyes were slightly lowered. Whenever the wooden doors at the end of the white carpet were pushed open, he would look over.

Against the light, he couldn’t see who was walking in. He tried hard to see clearly, only to receive a disappointing answer.

“What if I’m forced to marry someone else?”

“Then I’ll crash the wedding and take you.”

It was just a joke. He wouldn’t come.

…

A black sports car was parked far from the cathedral.

The sound of the church bells drifted over, as if urging the person in the driver’s seat.

Finally, Pei Xing pushed the door open and stepped out.

Twelve hours of flying from the Bay Area to Huaicheng he hadn’t felt a single moment of retreat. But now, the closer he got, the longer the path felt, as if it had no end.

“Sorry, sir, the ceremony has already begun,” a staff member at the entrance reminded him. “Please enter through the side door, otherwise you will interrupt the wedding.”

Those words were like flicking the safety off a gun.

Pei Xing didn’t hesitate for a second; he shoved the doors open.

Light poured into the cathedral like a swarm of white butterflies. The crowded room turned to look at him. The interrupted priest squinted behind his glasses at the tall man walking toward them.

Pei Xing ignored the commotion, the surprise, and the questioning looks. Step by step, he walked toward the altar. The person who appeared in his dreams the person he would never forget in this lifetime became clear before his eyes.

Time was like the perfect facet of a diamond on Su Yuan; two years had only slightly shifted the angle, and the brilliance remained the same.

In this moment, Pei Xing’s heart skipped a beat before starting to throb rapidly almost frantically. The boiling blood that had driven his legs with anger suddenly froze, trapping him at the foot of the sacred steps, unable to move.

And yet, Su Yuan was so real before his eyes.

So real that he could touch him just by reaching out.

The boundary between reality and hallucination blurred again the moment Su Yuan saw Pei Xing.

He desperately wanted to ask the crowd if they could see the other person like he did, fearing it was just another hallucination. His eyes reddened as he stared at Pei Xing, unable to utter a single word.

Pei Xing’s hands, hanging at his sides, slowly clenched into fists.

The interrupted wedding, the silent standoff, the two were only released when the priest spoke.

“Sir, if you are a friend or relative here to celebrate, you are welcome to take a seat.”

Pei Xing’s hand slowly relaxed. He looked at the priest, but his peripheral vision never left Su Yuan’s face. He was thinner. That face, which one could never bear to scold, was currently as fragile as a peony petal; it would fall with a gentle touch and couldn’t even withstand his gaze.

All the biting words he had prepared were scrapped the moment he saw Su Yuan.

Including this wedding.

Pei Xing reached out and grabbed Su Yuan’s slender wrist. Amidst gasps and exclamations, he turned and walked toward the bright exit, his black trench coat disappearing from everyone’s sight.

He suddenly regretted parking the car so far away. His desperate determination made his pace fast and urgent; the person being dragged seemed unable to keep up, stumbling several times.

But Pei Xing couldn’t stop. Stopping meant losing.

He couldn’t lose to Su Yuan again.

Into the car. Doors locked.

Pei Xing tried once more to find his voice and his logic. Perhaps they could be like old friends reuniting shrugging, saying hello, and then exchanging fake pleasantries about seeing each other next time.

Su Yuan’s eyes were brimming with tears. His thin lips were pursed the way they were whenever he was sad, the corners of his mouth slightly downturned. If he wasn’t coaxed, he would blink and the tears would fall in the next second.

Pei Xing watched Su Yuan quietly, placing his hopes in his eyes, eyes that had looked at countless lines of code to find a suitable opening line. But those eyes were just stupidly and greedily looking at Su Yuan over and over again, as if making up for the void of the past two years.

Two years, and Su Yuan seemed to have not changed at all.

The face that could make someone abandon everything without hesitation was still pure and beautiful. Those little tempers and wild thoughts were so easy to indulge, making one want to try a little harder to keep up with his mind. He was thinner than before, but his hair length was the same, hanging by the side of his face. Pei Xing wanted to tuck it behind his ear, even if it was just a clumsy excuse to touch him.

His light-colored eyes were clear, like the stream they had once jumped into; he only wished he could drown in them.

So when a pair of eyes like that looks at you and says “let’s break up,” that kind of despair and panic will strike repeatedly in countless late nights like a tide. It makes one suffocate, struggling to escape, only to sink deeper as if never to be released.

Pei Xing “died” once more in the tears that fell when Su Yuan blinked.

“Why did you only come now?” Su Yuan clenched his fists and hit him. “Do you have any idea? I almost married someone else…!”

Su Yuan’s usual tactic of shifting the blame rescued Pei Xing from the whirlpool of indulgence. It felt as if nothing had changed, as if it were just an ordinary afternoon during their four years of dating.

But they had already broken up.

This fact made Pei Xing’s face darken instantly. After a second of silence, he said sternly, “Su Yuan, we’ve already broken up.”

He was saying this to himself. Su Yuan always confused him effortlessly, making him give in to the illusion that this person still loved him.

Su Yuan blinked. “Oh. Then why are you holding me?”

“…”

Pei Xing looked at Su Yuan sitting on his lap, then looked at his own hands tightly gripping Su Yuan’s waist. He slowly let go.

In the rearview mirror, the Chu family had come to their senses, and a large group of security guards were swarming out.

Pei Xing put Su Yuan down, buckled his seatbelt, and drove away.

…

On Huaicheng’s No. 1 Coastal Highway, the blue sea lay under the sunlight to the right.

Even the wind kissing the surface of the sea was free, blowing everything away without rhythm, bringing with it the faint scent of jasmine from the passenger seat.

In those four years, Pei Xing had many times imagined buying a car and driving Su Yuan along this road, thinking about which song Su Yuan would happily play.

Of course, he might not play any songs at all. Su Yuan was quiet most of the time; the room they shared would only have the sound of water rinsing brushes and the sound of pages turning.

But when he rushed to the church and drove on this coastal road, the sea from his dreams was still here, yet the passenger seat was empty.

Pei Xing glanced at the rearview mirror. Su Yuan had his head resting by the half-open window. The sea breeze blew his long hair back like scattered clouds.

Pei Xing looked away and drove all the way to the front of a secluded estate hotel.

He handed the car keys to the valet and walked around to the passenger side. Su Yuan sat there motionless, looking at him through the window glass.

Pei Xing pulled the car door open with a cold face and leaned over to unbuckle the seatbelt around his waist. “Get out.”

Pei Xing turned and walked two steps, then, sensing something, he looked back. Su Yuan still didn’t move.

There was only one explanation for Su Yuan’s behavior: he didn’t want to go with him at all.

And that explanation made Pei Xing a bit angry.

“You…”

“My feet hurt.”

Pei Xing’s brow smoothed out, then furrowed even deeper.

He crouched by Su Yuan’s legs, looking at the slender ankle exposed from the hem of the white suit trousers. “Did you sprain it?”

“No,” Su Yuan shook his head. “You dragged me along too fast just now. These shoes are so uncomfortable.”

Pei Xing let out a breath and looked up at Su Yuan, guessing what he was going to say.

Su Yuan pursed his lips, looking innocent and frank. “Carry me on your back.”

Pei Xing gave a cold laugh.

You dumped me, were going to marry another man, and now you want me to carry you?

Five minutes later, a set of overlapping shadows passed by the bushes.

Su Yuan reached out a finger and poked Pei Xing’s shoulder. “Bend your back a little. You’re standing too straight, I have to use so much strength to hold onto you, it’s a bit uncomfortable.”

“…Fussy.”

Pei Xing, carrying Su Yuan on his back, bent his waist.