Chapter 137: He will definitely be a good father in the future

As soon as the voice fell, the wedding march began to play.

The lights in the banquet hall dimmed, and the spotlight fell on the entrance.

Gu Yan tugged at Shen Yanhui's sleeve: "Quick, the ceremony is about to start."

Shen Yanhui put Yuan Yuan down from his shoulders, but the little girl was unwilling, kicking her legs and shouting: "I want to be up high!"

Gu Yan squatted down to coax her: "Yuan Yuan, be good. Watch the bride first, and after that, we can let Uncle lift you up high again, okay?"

Yuan Yuan tilted her head to think for a moment, then nodded reluctantly.

Shen Yanhui glanced at Gu Yan.

That look clearly said: You're making decisions for me now?

Gu Yan blinked, pretending not to see, and took Yuan Yuan's hand to walk into the crowd.

Shen Yanhui followed, one hand wrapping around her waist.

Sheng Ze clicked his tongue from behind: "Zhou Wei, you tell me, how does old Shen manage to be both disheveled and doting at the same time?"

Zhou Wei glanced at him: "What do you know."

Sheng Ze was unconvinced: "How do I not know?"

Zhou Wei withdrew his gaze, his tone indifferent: "He is disheveled because he is willing; when he isn't willing, when has he ever been disheveled?"

Sheng Ze was stunned for a moment.

Then he looked at Shen Yanhui, then at Zhou Wei, and suddenly laughed: "Alright, you. You don't speak unless necessary, but when you do, you hit the nail on the head."

Zhou Wei ignored him.

Sheng Ze continued to be annoying: "But old Zhou, you're quite clear-headed when evaluating others, so why are you so muddled when it comes to yourself?"

Zhou Wei still ignored him.

He continued to court death: "Why didn't your wife come today? I see your expression isn't right either, did you have a fight?"

Zhou Wei finally glanced at him.

That gaze was very faint, but Sheng Ze immediately shut his mouth.

"Fine, fine, fine, I won't ask." Sheng Ze raised both hands, "You figure it out yourself, sir."

One or two of them, both liking to kill with their eyes, as if they think they're Ultraman.

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The doors of the banquet hall were slowly pulled open, and Su Jin walked in holding her father's arm, her long wedding dress train sliding across the red carpet like a Fairy who had wandered into the mortal world.

Gu Chen stood on the stage, his gaze following her the entire time. That face, usually cold and stern, held only softness at this moment.

Exchanging rings, hugging, kissing.

The process went by very quickly, without too many sentimental segments, which fit Gu Chen's consistent style.

Gu Yan stood in the crowd holding Yuan Yuan, but her eyes still turned red all of a sudden.

She didn't know why either; watching others' happiness always moved her to the point of wanting to shed tears.

Shen Yanhui stood behind her, one hand around her waist, the other supporting Yuan Yuan in her arms.

"Little Aunt, why are you crying?" Yuan Yuan asked in a low voice.

Gu Yan sniffled.

"I'm not crying."

Shen Yanhui lowered his head to look at her, fished a handkerchief out of his suit pocket, and handed it to her.

She took it and whispered: "I'm not crying."

He didn't speak, just pulled her closer into his embrace.

Yuan Yuan, beside them, imitated her and leaned against Shen Yanhui.

The end of the ceremony was the tossing of the bouquet.

Catching the bouquet represented luck, representing that the bride was passing her happiness to them.

Gu Yan put Yuan Yuan down and stared at the bouquet, eager to try.

She had told Lin Wei long ago that she must catch the bouquet. Although Lin Wei said she was desperate to marry, she just wanted it.

Su Jin stood with her back to the crowd, holding the flowers.

"One, two, three—"

The bouquet drew a graceful arc, crossing over several pairs of hands, and really fell steadily toward Gu Yan's side.

She reached out and caught it.

"Wow!" Yuan Yuan clapped her hands beside her, "Little Aunt is so amazing!"

A burst of good-natured laughter and applause rang out all around.

Gu Yan held the flowers, smiling with her eyes curved, and turned her head to look at Shen Yanhui.

He was standing right beside her, looking down at her, his eyes filled with a smile.

She shook the flowers in her hand and blinked at him: "I'm amazing, right!"

Shen Yanhui gave a low "Mm."

Sheng Ze leaned over again: "Sister-in-law, are you in such a rush to get married?"

Gu Yan hummed lightly: "Wrong."

She smiled slyly: "I'm in a rush to marry someone off."

Sheng Ze had nothing to say.

Gu Yan stopped paying attention to him and looked down at the bouquet in her hands, liking it more the longer she looked. White roses paired with pale pink bellflowers, tied with a champagne-colored ribbon, exquisite and gentle.

She picked it up to smell it, then handed it to Yuan Yuan to smell.

"Does it smell good?"

Yuan Yuan nodded vigorously: "Fragrant!"

Gu Yan retracted it with satisfaction and continued to hold it in the palm of her hand.

From then on, no matter where she went, she couldn't bear to put it down, not even letting Shen Yanhui take it when he wanted to help her.

Lin Wei sent a message asking if she had received it; she replied with one hand, "Of course," then held the flowers up, took a photo, and sent it over.

Lin Wei replied with a sour-looking emoji.

The banquet was about to start soon, so Qin Yue came over to pick up Yuan Yuan.

The little girl was sitting on Shen Yanhui's lap, holding the third candy he had peeled for her. Seeing her mother, she pouted a little reluctantly.

"Mom, let me play a little longer."

Qin Yue walked over and reached out to tidy her daughter's slightly messy braids: "No, Grandma said she misses you and asked me to bring you over for her to see."

Yuan Yuan blinked.

"Grandma?"

"Yes, your grandma has been looking for you several times just now."

Yuan Yuan thought for a moment, slid down from Shen Yanhui's lap, walked two steps, then turned back and tugged on his sleeve.

"Uncle."

Shen Yanhui looked down at her.

The little girl tilted her face up and said earnestly: "Will you peel candy for me again next time, okay?"

Shen Yanhui curved the corners of his mouth.

"Okay."

"Pinky promise."

Shen Yanhui paused for a second, then extended his little finger.

Yuan Yuan hooked her finger around his, shook it, and only then followed Qin Yue away, feeling satisfied.

Qin Yue picked up her daughter, glanced at Shen Yanhui, then looked at Gu Yan, and lowered her voice: "I didn't expect Mr. Shen to look so cold and indifferent, yet be so patient with children."

Gu Yan blinked.

Qin Yue continued: "He will definitely be a good father in the future."

Gu Yan just smiled without a word, looked down at the bouquet in her arms, and then looked at Shen Yanhui.

After Qin Yue had walked far away carrying Yuan Yuan, she walked briskly to Shen Yanhui's side with her hands behind her back.

"Shen Yanhui."

He looked at her.

She tilted her head, smiling slyly: "Are you that good at taking care of children?"

He looked at her, his gaze very faint, and his tone was also very faint: "I take care of them often, I have experience."

Gu Yan was stunned for a moment: "Often? Where are there children?"

He didn't speak, just looked at her.

Gu Yan blinked, then blinked again. Then she realized and glared at him.

"Who are you talking about?"

He curved the corners of his mouth.

"Whoever is glaring at me is who I'm talking about."