Contract Marriage: Boss, Let's divorce-Chapter 843 - 842: I’ll Wait for You (Part 5)
"I do."
Shi Che slightly tilted his head, his dark eyes firmly fixed on Ling Chuxia, his gaze attentive and full of emotion. His thin lips parted slightly, each word clearer than the last.
During their first wedding, she had been in a daze, her heart filled with resentment, consumed by thoughts of her elder sister being sent away. She hadn’t even noticed how Shi Che had answered the priest’s question.
Now, she inadvertently looked at him, meeting his gaze, meeting his deep affection. She suddenly realized that time meant nothing to him. From the past to the present, his feelings for her had never changed.
Tears in her eyes seemed to be on the verge of falling uncontrollably. She gently lifted her head, afraid that she might shed tears at this moment, which would be truly inauspicious.
The priest slowly looked at her, his tone equally solemn and serious. "Miss Chuxia, do you take Mr. Shi Che as your husband, to regard her as your sole partner and lover, in prosperity or adversity, wealth or poverty, health or illness, to unconditionally love her, respect her, protect her, cherish her, be faithful to her, till death do you part?"
If she had hesitated before, now she was without the slightest doubt.
In any case, she would never let Shi Che feel embarrassed. No matter what, this wedding would be completed properly.
Even if it was just a beautiful dream, who said she couldn’t enjoy the dream before waking up?
She looked back at Shi Che, her red lips pressed together, a flood of bitterness rising in her nose. She forcibly suppressed it, striving to put on a smile, and said, "I do."
The priest smiled with satisfaction and declared, "Please exchange rings, bride and groom."
As the groomsman, Shen Qian stepped forward, handing the tray beside Shi Che. Shi Che raised his hand, taking the ring from atop the tray, and with his other hand, lifted Ling Chuxia’s hand, slowly sliding the ring onto her finger.
Ling Chuxia watched as Shi Che lowered his eyes slightly, his eyelashes long and dense, his lips thin. Since ancient times, men with thin lips were said to be unfeeling, but as it turns out, when an unfeeling man becomes affectionate, it’s until death do they part.
While Ling Chuxia placed the ring on Shi Che, her hands were actually trembling. Trembling for several seconds, she couldn’t put the ring on, but Shi Che was extremely patient, extremely earnest, his dark eyes calm, the corners of his lips gently raised, like a soft hand, slowly soothed her heart, erased her trembling.
As the rings were exchanged onto each other’s ring fingers, it felt as if their hearts were now intertwined.
"Next, the groom may kiss the bride."
The wedding march faded away, replaced by "Dream Wedding," their own song of love.
Shi Che’s hand slowly lifted the white veil over Ling Chuxia’s head, her reddened eyes becoming more apparent. Shi Che’s heart ached slightly, a flash of distress passing quickly through his eyes.
He didn’t know what had happened to her, but she had returned, she hadn’t left him. Seeing her appear, he told himself, no matter what happened, as long as she stayed, he wouldn’t leave.
His hands gently cradled her face, his kiss fell lightly on her lips. Ling Chuxia closed her eyes, ultimately unable to hold back her tears, a crystal-clear teardrop silently slipping from the corner of her eye.
All the guests, applause like thunder.
