No One Else Will Do But You - Chapter 92

The Graydon Hall Manor was bathed in the atmosphere of an ancient English countryside. Unlike a traditional wedding, the decorations were simple and elegant—less about fleeting romance and more about a profound sense of the sacred.

Mrs. Shu, elegant in pearl-white, felt a bittersweet pang in her heart. “My Luo Luo is getting married. I feel a bit sad.”

Father Shu patted her hand. “They have their own happiness. After all these years, who cares about convention? We’ve just gained another son.”

Nearby, little Shu Yin grumbled in his tiny tuxedo. “Why do I have to be the flower boy? And why is Brother marrying Brother Mu?”

Mrs. Shu corrected him immediately, “It’s not ‘marrying into,’ it’s ‘marrying,’ understand?”

“But Brother can’t beat Brother Mu in a fight,” Shu Yin noted logically.

The parents were left speechless.

A Grand Entrance

The ceremony began not with a traditional walk down the aisle, but with the roar of twin helicopters. Hovering over the garden, ladders were lowered, and two figures—one in white, one in black—appeared at the cabin doors. They locked eyes and shared a triumphant smile.

“I knew they’d do something different,” Zhong Qing remarked to Zhang Feiyang, who was busy calculating if they could afford a second wedding of their own (only to be told to save the money for baby formula).

Shu Luo and Jiang Mu descended and walked together to the priest. Standing under the blue sky, with the wind ruffling their hair, the visual was nothing short of a masterpiece.

The Vows

Shu Luo spoke first, his voice steady and filled with emotion. “Twelve years. I’ve known Jiang Mu for twelve years. He loved me for all twelve, while I—being slow—only realized I loved him seven years ago, and only truly understood the depth of it four years ago.”

He looked at Jiang Mu, his eyes shining like the sun. “I’ve put my life on the line twice—first with Ebola in Africa, then with the Marburg virus. Each time, I thought, ‘If I die, Jiang Mu will be proud of his hero.’ But I realized that leaving him would be the most painful thing in the world.”

Shu Luo then read a poem he had kept in his “unsent” death-bed text messages—a poem that had finally transformed into a love letter. It spoke of a lover walking through sunlight, bringing summer with them, making the world turn into music.

“Jiang Mu, you are my luck. You are my oxygen.”

Jiang Mu, his ears turning red at the public display of affection, responded with equal intensity. “I am a possessive man. I never stopped watching over you, even when you were in Canada or Africa. I didn’t stop you from following your dreams because protecting you means letting you be who you are. But never leave me again. You are my oxygen, too. Without you, I cannot breathe.”

The priest stepped forward. “Do you, Jiang Mu, take Shu Luo to be your lawful husband… to love, honor, and cherish him, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

“I do,” Jiang Mu vowed. “I do,” Shu Luo echoed.

They exchanged rings and, as balloons filled the sky to the strains of Elvis Presley’s “Can’t Help Falling In Love,” Jiang Mu pulled Shu Luo into a deep, soul-stirring kiss.

The New Chapter

At the evening banquet, Shu Luo was slightly dazed from the celebratory drinks. Zhang Feiyang, equally drunk, draped an arm around Shu Luo’s shoulder. “My best friend is married! I’m so happy… You know, back in kindergarten, I thought he was a girl and liked him for a while…”

Jiang Mu’s expression cooled instantly. Zhong Qing quickly dragged her husband away before he could reveal any more “revolutionary secrets” from their childhood.

Jiang Mu swept the exhausted, flushed Shu Luo into his arms and carried him to their suite.

“It’s hot…” Shu Luo muttered, fumbling with his tie and accidentally baring his collarbone.

Jiang Mu’s gaze darkened with desire. “Jiang Mu, why are you just standing there? Come here,” Shu Luo laughed, a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

Under the stars, the two shared a night of passion that finally sealed their union. They were lucky—lucky to have met, lucky to have survived, and lucky to have the blessing of those who mattered. Their souls, once separate, were now inextricably linked.

The journey that began with a single look twelve years ago had finally reached its destination.

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