His Beloved Treasure

He held her hand so tightly that it hurt.

But she didn’t pull away. She just let him hold on to it as they walked toward the master of ceremonies ahead.

When Qin Mu saw the master of ceremonies, she froze for a moment, and then couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

It was evident that Jian Yan was also struggling with his solemn duty. His brow was furrowed with tension, and he even cleared his throat, with the words ”I am so unwilling” written all over his eyes.

Mu Yichen gripped her hand and wouldn’t let go, especially when they reached Jian Yan’s side.

Qin Mu had no choice but to look up at him. Through the layer of red gauze, Mu Yichen barely made out her expression, and finally remembered that he had to let go of her for a moment.

Jian Yan, serving as the master of ceremonies, took a step forward and finally began, ”Good morning, everyone, I’m Jian Yan!”

Skipping further self-introduction and after quickly glancing at his script, he began the wedding ceremony he would host this day—the only time in his life.

”Honored guests, good morning. Today is December 28, 2016. In the cold of winter, we come to this thrilling moment. Mr. Mu Yichen and Miss Qin Mu’s wedding. Ah! These two fight every other day and have big quarrels every three. Who would have thought they’d still walk down the aisle into the sacred halls of matrimony?”

That line wasn’t in the master of ceremonies’ script, and after he said it, he couldn’t help but laugh to himself.

The audience suddenly burst out laughing as well.

Qin Mu was shocked at first, then couldn’t help but lower her head.

Were they that incessant in their quarrels?

All the relatives and friends were sitting below, their most honored guests. To tease them at this moment...

Oh, Master!

Qin Mu inwardly complained, while Mu Yichen looked much calmer, his gaze fixed on his bride.

This day, he had finally longed for it.

Despite concerns that the wedding would be delayed, worries she might run away, at last, there she was right in front of him.

”We must still wish them well, for they’re a couple who would rather cling to each other in misery than let go for a lifetime.”

Jian Yan looked at the pair of newlyweds beside him, sincerely moved.

This unconventional master of ceremonies...

Jian Yan had read the script meant for the host, but those lines describing how beautiful the bride is and how handsome the groom is felt unbearably trite to him. Did they even need saying? Anyone who wasn’t blind could see it for themselves.

Elders and friends were seated in the front; behind were younger brothers and sisters and some business associates. Of course, many guests had come from Qin Haiming’s side as well.

Zhuo Wen and her fiancé sat in the front row, on the third row to the right. Zhuo Wen had an exquisite makeup look, but her face was mostly expressionless.

Her fiancé looked at her and said, ”Let’s get married when we get back, shall we?”

Zhuo Wen glanced at him and replied, ”What’s the rush with getting married?”

Her fiancé didn’t say anything and just looked forward again.

”Mr. Mu, please place your right hand over your chest. I must ask you solemnly, do you take Miss Mu beside you as your wife to love her, cherish her, accompany her, respect her for all the days of your lives?”

He emphasized the word ”respect” particularly clearly.

Although Mu Yichen didn’t turn his head, he clearly understood the implication.

”I do!”

Mu Yichen looked at Qin Mu who had not yet lifted her veil, his voice deep.

Qin Mu looked into his eyes and knew that in this moment, he was utterly sincere.

”Now, would the bride place her right hand over her chest as well? I must ask you seriously, do you take this man, who has grown up with you and is so stubbornly untamed, as your husband, to honor him, love him, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, and never to give up on him for all the days of your lives?”

Jian Yan then looked at his disciple, even though he knew her answer.

”I do!”

Qin Mu looked at Mu Yichen, equally stubborn and persistent, her eyes filled with excessive sincerity, which made Jian Yan lower his head.

The background music was Wang Fei’s ”I Am Willing.”

Late on, Jian Yan watched the audience below, sharing an unspoken understanding and a laugh, then he announced, ”All right, now I invite the groom and bride to exchange rings, and then the groom may lift the bride’s veil and kiss your bride.”

After he finished speaking, Jian Yan stepped back.

Xiaomei and Zhao Huai brought up the rings Mu Yichen had prepared earlier.

Since she was still wearing the plain ring from their registration, Mu Yichen put the new ring on her right hand.

Similarly, after Qin Mu put on the ring, she felt a gust of wind brush her face. She was a bit unclear in her head, until suddenly he leaned down, pinched her chin, and came close to block her line of sight. He then brazenly demonstrated his kiss before everyone.