The day of Wei Yumeng's wedding finally arrived. At four in the morning, the makeup artist knocked on her door. She had slept from yesterday afternoon until now and had recovered.
As soon as the makeup artist entered, she began to apply makeup. Wei Yumeng's skin was in good condition, and to match her wedding dress and today's occasion, a simple and elegant makeup was chosen. The overall process was relatively easy to complete.
Sitting at the vanity, she watched herself in the mirror become more refined, and a wedding-day nervousness descended upon her.
"Mrs. Zhan looks beautiful today. This wedding will definitely be without regrets."
The makeup artist chatted with her while doing her makeup. Although Wei Yumeng felt she had no regrets, she was more nervous at the moment.
What if something went wrong later? What if she lost her balance while walking?
A series of such questions arose in her mind, so her conversations were half-hearted. This feeling would likely last until the wedding was over.
This contradictory feeling of sweetness and nervousness could only be truly understood by experiencing it firsthand. She both wished this feeling would pass quickly and wanted it to last forever.
"Mrs. Zhan, your makeup is done. Are you satisfied?"
While she was lost in thought, the makeup artist had finished her makeup. Looking in the mirror, she felt she was particularly beautiful today.
"Thank you, I am very satisfied."
She admired herself in the mirror for a while, when suddenly Mu Linjing knocked urgently, "Are you ready? Hurry and open the door for me."
Mu Linjing, like a tomboy, ran in with one hand holding her skirt hem and the other holding her high heels. She then put on her shoes, panting.
"Hey, what are you waiting for? Hurry and hide your shoes."
Wei Yumeng looked at her with a puzzled expression, not knowing this custom. However, she still complied, taking off her shoes that she had already put on.
Mu Linjing snatched her shoes and rummaged through everything, trying to find a place to hide them. She didn't forget to explain the custom.
"Hiding the shoes for the groom to find and personally help the bride put them on is significant. The purpose is to make the groom anxious, showing that marrying his wife is not easy and he should always cherish her. Although you and Mr. Zhan are already very good, we still need to go through the motions."
As she spoke, she tossed Wei Yumeng's shoes to the top of the wardrobe. "We'll hide them here. Let him search well."
Wei Yumeng truly didn't know about this custom, but since her shoes were hidden, she would follow the tradition.
Before long, there was a knock on the door. Mu Linjing quickly helped her sit properly, spread out the wedding dress hem on the bed, and then stood by the door.
She began to talk to the person outside through the door. Zhan Mohan knew about this wedding custom. Although he was eager to pick up Wei Yumeng and complete the ceremony with her, the process still had to be followed.
After all, a wedding is largely about the ritual of love, and every step in it is an unmissable detail of that ritual.
Seeing a hand reach out from the gap in the door, he smiled knowingly, took out the red envelope he had prepared, and handed it to Mu Linjing. "How about it? Open the door and let me in?"
Mu Linjing opened the red envelope from inside. Seeing the bank card, her face lit up with joy. With a "pat," she opened the door. "Mr. Zhan, you prepared such a generous red envelope. You should have said so earlier. I could have delivered the bride to your door."
Wei Yumeng experienced what was called "fake best friendship" today. It turned out that Mu Linjing would deliver her to his door for a card. Were all the nice things she said before just to coax her?
However, it was too late. Zhan Mohan had already slipped in during this time. He knelt on one knee and, getting straight to the point, produced a flower from his hand and held it out to her.
"Yumeng, marry me."
Wei Yumeng suppressed a laugh. She pulled aside her skirt hem, revealing her bare feet. "I want to go with you, but the conditions don't allow it."
Zhan Mohan understood immediately. He stood up from the ground. "Yichen, did you see that? Your sister-in-law wants me to find her shoes before she'll marry me. Whether I can marry my wife today depends on you."
Zhan Yichen, understanding the situation, glanced at Mu Linjing and knew this idea was most likely hers.
As for where she hid the item, that was a test of their unspoken understanding.
He searched the wardrobe, the bedside table, and the vanity cabinet, finding nothing. He then looked at Mu Linjing, moved a chair to the wardrobe, and stood on it.
His height was much greater than Mu Linjing's. Standing on the chair, he could see the top of the cabinet at a glance, and Wei Yumeng's shoes were clearly visible.
He took down the shoes and handed them to Zhan Mohan. "Brother, now sister-in-law must go with you."
Zhan Mohan took the shoes and knelt on one knee again. "Yumeng, can you go with me now?"
Wei Yumeng nodded heavily and let him put on her shoes. Then, she was scooped up in his arms.
She hooked her arms around Zhan Mohan's neck. The two walked gracefully ahead, while the groomsman and bridesmaid behind them suffered.
Mu Linjing and Zhan Yichen followed behind them, carrying Wei Yumeng's skirt hem all the way to the first-floor hall. Only after Zhan Mohan placed her on the ground did Mu Linjing quickly spread out her skirt hem.
A white veil, and a sacredly decorated hall. The scene was extremely beautiful, but unfortunately, Wei Yumeng's feelings were not as strong at the moment. What filled her heart was an emotion called nervousness.
Zhan Mohan held her hand and gently placed it on his arm. "Don't worry. You just need to follow my steps. I will lead you to the destination of happiness."
She looked up at the man in front of her. Of course, she believed him. It was this man who had made her understand what happiness was, and only he could promise her happiness.
Zhan Mohan gently squeezed her fingers, pulling her closer to him. He whispered in her ear, "The ceremony is about to begin. Follow my rhythm."
Not long after he finished speaking, the hall doors opened, and the wedding march music immediately filled the air. Every step Zhan Mohan took seemed to be on the beat of the music. Thus, he led Wei Yumeng into the venue, into everyone's sight.
Wei Yumeng could clearly feel all eyes on her face. The fingers holding Zhan Mohan's arm tightened unconsciously. Zhan Mohan knew she was nervous and didn't forget to comfort her as they walked.
When the wedding march ended, they had just reached the altar.