Chapter 759: Extra Chapter 3: I Will

Because today is Yu Nian and Wang Fuchen's wedding day, everyone dressed formally.

Hui Moqiong usually looks rakishly handsome, but today he wore an old-money style satin suit, double-breasted jacket, matching vest and wide-leg trousers, paired with a dark brown silk tie, silver tie clip, and two gold chains hanging naturally from the vest buttons… fully embodying vintage gentleman aesthetics.

After chatting a while, drinking some sobering soup, and blowing cold air outside for a bit, the alcohol on Hui Moqiong's face completely dissipated.

He walked in leisurely from outside, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a bouquet.

Everyone's gaze instantly focused on Hui Moqiong.

Especially Li Qingying.

She had just gone to wash the bowls, water on her hands, and she was wiping them dry with a tissue.

At this moment, she seemed to realize something, her heart pounding wildly, and she stopped wiping her hands.

But Xiao Jiu reacted quickly, she grabbed a tissue, swiftly helped Li Qingying dry her hands, then also tidied her hair, straightened her clothes, and pulled Liu Junyan aside.

Hui Moqiong had already walked up to Li Qingying.

The bouquet in his hand was the one Yu Nian had been holding.

Since the wedding was held at the Chenghuang Temple, it wasn't too lively and there was no bouquet toss, so everyone had forgotten about it.

Only Hui Moqiong, right after the wedding ended, sneaked off to find Yu Nian and asked for that bouquet.

He wanted to bring this happiness to his Yingyingzi.

Before, he drifted around, unable to settle down, so he didn't dare propose to Li Qingying.

But now everything has stabilized, it's time for him to act.

Moreover, Li Qingying is about to take over the Chenghuang Temple of Jūnzhú Shān, her status rising, if he doesn't secure a title now, he might truly become unworthy of her in the future.

Hui Moqiong knelt on one knee, both hands holding the bouquet, looking up at Li Qingying, and said earnestly: "Qingying, from the first moment I saw you, I knew I had fallen for you; in this life it's only you. I may not be very steady or high-status, but my heart for you is known to heaven and earth."

"Qingying, will you marry me? I will treat you well."

"This life, the next, the next after that… lifetime after lifetime, I only love you."

Li Qingying did not move.

Her heart raced so fast the throbbing seemed to be in her eardrums, making her head buzz, and she couldn't react at all.

Xiao Jiu softly called her: "Qingying sis…"

Li Qingying suddenly snapped to, seeing Hui Moqiong's earnest, expectant gaze and the bouquet held high, she flung her arms around him and nodded firmly: "I do! Hui Lao Wu, I do."

Xiao Jiu smiled.

Smiling, she buried her face in Liu Junyan's chest, hot tears pouring out, her heart feeling full.

How wonderful.

All of this is truly too beautiful.

Yu Nian sis got married.

Qingying sis was also proposed to.

Everyone around her is either experiencing or heading toward happiness.

Hui Moqiong slipped his hand into his trouser pocket, pulled out a red velvet box, opened it to reveal a gleaming gold ring—carp leaping over the dragon gate on the front, various blessings engraved on the back—and slipped it onto Li Qingying's ring finger.

"This engagement ring was actually made long before you leapt the dragon gate, Qingying; I've wanted to propose to you for ages—thank you for saying yes."

Hui Moqiong kissed Li Qingying's hand.

Li Qingying, who doesn't usually cry, now had tears streaming down uncontrollably.

Hui Moqiong stood up, pulled her into his arms, and held her for a long time, unwilling to let go.

Liu Junyan and Xiao Jiu witnessed the proposal, then left them alone, tiptoeing back to their own room.

That night, Xiao Jiu slept sweetly, the corners of her mouth upturned in a smile even in her dreams.

Meanwhile, Liu Junyan leaned against the headboard, the dim bedside light casting on Xiao Jiu's side profile, his fingertips lightly touching her earlobe, wondering what he was thinking.

When Xiao Jiu woke the next morning, Liu Junyan was no longer beside her.

Outside there were voices, as if they were repairing the ground near the main gate.

She turned over, just about to stretch, when she felt her right wrist feel heavy.

She lifted her hand and stared in disbelief.

Around her right wrist had appeared a huge gold bracelet, ancient craftsmanship, engraved with intricate patterns, as thick as a thumb, solid, with a large opening, very heavy.

She moved a bit, and her right ankle also felt heavy.

Xiao Jiu sat up, lifted the blanket, and looked.

Good heavens, her right ankle also bore a heavy gold anklet, with twelve zodiac pendants dangling below that jingled with every move.

Even more astonishing, when she sat up she felt her neck grow heavy.

She hardly dared to look at her neck.

Only after removing the bracelet and anklet did she reach up to feel her neck.

Well, sure enough, a thick gold collar was around her neck…

Xiao Jiu collapsed on the bed, wanting to cry but unable to.

What on earth has gotten into that damned man?

Besides, Yu Nian got married—she had clearly ransacked his little treasure trove before, so how had she missed these big items?

At this moment Xiao Jiu truly understood what Li Qingying had once told her: "Our Seventh Lord has hoarded plenty of good stuff."

It seems Liu Junyan's little treasure trove isn't just one.

Xiao Jiu had just taken off the gold collar, intending to put it in a hidden compartment, when Liu Junyan pushed the door open.

Seeing Xiao Jiu's motion of hiding things, he frowned: "Why hide them? Don't you like them?"

Xiao Jiu shook her head: "I like them, but wearing them is too flashy; I'm not used to it."

Liu Junyan thought: "Then what do you like? I still have plenty of more refined hidden treasures; you can go pick some to wear when you're free, and others—our Xiao Jiu should have them too."

Xiao Jiu felt cheesy from Liu Junyan's words.

But her heart was still warm.

Liu Junyan, his heart toward her has always been steadfast; that is the most precious gift.

She doesn't compare jewelry or wealth with others; what she longs for has always been Liu Junyan himself.

Xiao Jiu put the hidden compartment back, turned and dove into Liu Junyan's embrace, rubbed against him, and whispered softly: "Āyàn, don't worry that I'll envy others' happiness, because I feel even happier."

Liu Junyan's heart stirred; it turned out Xiao Jiu understood his worries.

Indeed.

Before, Wang Fuchen proposed to Yu Nian with a ten-mile red bridal procession; after, Hui Moqiong confessed his deep feelings to Li Qingying; whereas between him and Xiao Jiu, from the start they went straight to the point.

Now they have two children, yet he never proposed, nor gave her a proper wedding.

Liu Junyan feels he owes Xiao Jiu.

Although Xiao Jiu doesn't care about these, Liu Junyan still wishes to hand over all his wealth to her, to give her a sense of security…