Chapter 80: The Wedding

Ming Jin’s cooking skills weren’t great, but Lin Chuan still ate with relish, claiming it was the best meal he had ever had.

Ming Jin sneered. “Yeah, right.”

Lin Chuan was usually calm and composed, but tonight, the joy on his face was unmistakable — he couldn’t hide it no matter how hard he tried.

During dinner, Lin Chuan told Ming Jin about everything that happened that evening. All the talk about mergers, acquisitions, and stock transfers only half made sense to her, so she asked, “So does this mean you’ve officially started your own business now?”

“I don’t know if I can pull it off,” Lin Chuan said, a bit uneasy. “I’ve worked under the boss for so many years and learned a lot, but doing it all on my own… I’m not sure I can do it as well as he did.”

“What’s there to be afraid of? I think you’ll do just fine.”

Lin Chuan looked up at her. “You believe in me?”

“Of course.” Ming Jin spoke seriously. “From the moment I first met you, I could tell you were reliable — a man who’s steady and practical. Whatever you do, you always have a plan.”

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“Thanks.”

Ming Jin hugged a cushion on the couch, watching him move about.

After washing the dishes, Lin Chuan even went through her wardrobe, pulling out some clothes she had stashed away and tossing them into the washing machine.

The way he was acting… it was like he had already made himself at home.

“Lin Chuan, it’s getting late.” Ming Jin glanced at her watch. “It’s already eleven.”

“I know.” Lin Chuan turned on the tap, filling the washing machine. “It was almost ten when I got here.”

“So…”

“Hmm?”

Ming Jin furrowed her brows, looking at Lin Chuan helplessly. “You’re not leaving?”

“Where would I go?”

“Home.”

Lin Chuan’s busy hands paused slightly, and for some inexplicable reason, a blush crept across his handsome face. “I told President Shang — I’m not going home tonight.”

Ming Jin: …

Of course. This guy clearly had other intentions.

Leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, Ming Jin deliberately asked, “If you’re not going home, where are you planning to go?”

Lin Chuan blinked his long lashes, looking at her with unwavering confidence. “I’m staying here.”

“Oh, so you’ve taken a liking to my couch? It’s so soft and comfy you can’t get enough of it?” Ming Jin smirked as she walked back into the room. “Seems like you’ve gotten addicted to sleeping on it.”

After setting the washing machine to automatic, Lin Chuan followed her inside. “If you think it’s too fast, I’ll sleep on the couch again tonight.”

Ming Jin raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So sleeping on the couch wasn’t your original plan?”

“No.” Lin Chuan replied bluntly, “My original plan was to sleep with you.”

For some reason, Ming Jin felt her face heat up. She looked away, suddenly flustered.

His gaze burned — the kind of intense, restless passion unique to a man deeply in love.

It was a bit too much for Ming Jin. She turned her head to the side, avoiding his eyes. “Didn’t you just say it’s too fast?”

“Then…”

Lin Chuan thought for a moment and said, “How about we start with a kiss?”

Ming Jin: …

Before she could react, Lin Chuan pressed her against the cabinet and sealed her lips with his.

The kiss was urgent, all-consuming — as if he was pouring his entire soul into it, leaving her no room to breathe.

His strong arms braced against the cabinet, caging her in his embrace. He kissed her lips, then the tip of her nose, and even her eyelids, tasting her like a feast.

Ming Jin grabbed his collar and pushed him onto the edge of the bed.

To hell with “too fast.”

…

Two months later, Lin Chuan told Shang Jie he wanted to move out. Shang Jie threw a stack of documents at him. “That’s way too fast.”

He knew Lin Chuan was dating, but how long had it even been? And now he was already planning to move out?

“Denied.” Shang Jie, like a strict and old-fashioned parent, shot Lin Chuan a cold glance. “Reckless.”

Lin Chuan: …

How was he being reckless?

Desperate for support, Lin Chuan shot a pleading look at Jiang Xingxing, who was lounging on the couch, cross-legged. Jiang shrugged lazily and said, “Well, Lin Chuan isn’t that young anymore. Being a bit eager about dating is understandable. These days, living together before marriage is normal. How else would you know if you’re truly compatible?”

Lin Chuan didn’t hesitate to throw Jiang under the bus. “Oh, by the way, I’m getting married next month.”

Jiang Xingxing froze. “What?!”

That was insanely fast. They were already getting married?

“To who? Don’t tell me it’s Ming Jin?”

“Yeah, it’s her.”

As if there was anyone else.

“Seriously? Are you two riding a rocket or something? How long have you even been together — has it even been two months?”

Lin Chuan said, “Ming Jin insisted on marrying me. She was crying and begging, saying she wouldn’t marry anyone else.”

Jiang Xingxing squinted. “Yeah, I doubt that.”

Lin Chuan nodded solemnly. “It’s true.”

But when Jiang repeated Lin Chuan’s words to Ming Jin, she was so furious she canceled her entire schedule.

“Who was it last night, butt-naked, kneeling on the bed, begging me to marry him?” Ming Jin snapped. “Said living together like this wasn’t proper — that people would gossip if we didn’t make it official.”

Jiang Xingxing chuckled. “Lin Chuan can be so old-fashioned sometimes — just like his boss.”

“I can tell,” she said, clearly annoyed.

“So what are you thinking? Are you really going to marry him?”

“I said yes,” Ming Jin replied nonchalantly. “I like him.”

Jiang Xingxing had a whole speech prepared, but when she heard those words — “I like him” — everything else felt unnecessary.

People always have a hundred reasons to get married, but they often overlook the most important one: love. As long as Ming Jin was happy, it didn’t matter whether she got married early or late.

That evening, Jiang Xingxing called Lin Chuan out into the courtyard to talk privately.

The summer night was calm, with stars scattered across the sky and a gentle breeze rustling the leaves.

Jiang Xingxing said, “Ming Jin has had a tough life. She came to the city empty-handed as a teenager, studying while working part-time jobs to support her little sister, who was just seven or eight at the time. Those days were hard — so hard that even now, she hasn’t fully recovered from it.”

Lin Chuan’s voice was soft but firm. “I know she’s been through a lot. That’s why I feel for her. She always tells me she’s not a positive person — that she just drifts through life without much motivation and that being with her will drag me down. But I know that’s not true. There’s a spark in her eyes — a fierce love for life — more than anyone I know. I want to stay by her side and make sure she never suffers again.”

Jiang Xingxing smiled, reassured. She patted his shoulder. “Well, look at you — all grown up now.”

Lin Chuan chuckled. “You better get used to calling me brother-in-law.”

“In your dreams! Shang Jie is your boss, so technically, you should be calling me sister-in-law!”

“No way!”

“Say that again, and I won’t help you convince your big boss. If you refuse to call me sister-in-law, you can explain everything to him yourself.”

“Sister-in-law, I was wrong! Sister-in-law, let me give you a shoulder massage! Sister-in-law, what else can I do for you?”

Jiang Xingxing laughed and playfully kicked him.

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Lin Chuan and Ming Jin decided to pool their money and buy a small villa in the city center. Ming Jin thought it was unnecessary — a three-bedroom apartment would’ve been more than enough.

But Lin Chuan was thinking ahead. He knew that once Ming Jue graduated, she’d likely move in with them until she got married. A villa would be more convenient. Besides, money wasn’t really an issue for him.

Their wedding was set for October. The ginkgo leaves had turned golden, drifting through the air, and the garden-style ceremony was lively and full of joy.

Still, Lin Chuan couldn’t help feeling a bit emotional about leaving Shang Jie’s home. He vividly remembered his first day at the Shang family’s mansion — a frightened, skittish boy, constantly on edge. He was so anxious that he slept in the wardrobe at night.

Shang Jie, the aloof young master of the house, had been cold and distant at first, treating Lin Chuan like he didn’t exist.

During the day, Lin Chuan barely dared to eat. At night, when hunger gnawed at him, he would claw at the inside of the wardrobe — a habit from his childhood, when his own brothers locked him inside without food until his nails were bloody.

One night, Shang Jie heard the noise from the wardrobe and pulled him out. He stared at Lin Chuan for a long time, his face expressionless, before silently leading him to the kitchen.

Without waking the servants, Shang Jie grabbed some milk from the fridge and toasted some bread. “If you’re hungry at night and too scared to tell anyone,” he said blankly, “come find me.”

Shang Jie was only a few years older, but he naturally took on the role of an older brother.

It was ironic, really. Lin Chuan’s real brothers — the ones who always smiled in public — tormented him. Meanwhile, this cold, distant boy treated him like family.

From that moment on, Lin Chuan’s loyalty to Shang Jie was unshakable.

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On the wedding day, Shang Jie adjusted Lin Chuan’s shirt collar and retied his tie. With a rare smile, he said, “It’s your wedding day — cheer up.”

Lin Chuan hesitated before looking at him. “Boss… I’ve always wanted to call you ‘brother.’ Is that okay?”

“You’ve been calling my wife ‘sister-in-law’ all sweetly for days. How could I not accept you as my little brother?” Shang Jie’s expression softened. “Enough with the sappy stuff. Save it for your bride — don’t make me cringe.”

“Got it!”

Lin Chuan grinned and walked toward the wedding aisle.

“Here comes the bride,” Jiang Xingxing announced as she and Ming Jue escorted Ming Jin onto the lawn, her white dress flowing behind her.

Following the red carpet on the grass, Ming Jin stopped in front of Lin Chuan.

Nervously, Lin Chuan reached out to hold her hand — only for the little flower girl, Ming Jue, to swat it away.

“Hands off the bride, mister,” she said sternly.

Lin Chuan smiled softly and asked Ming Jue, “Should we exchange rings now?”

The crowd laughed. “What’s the rush? The officiant hasn’t even said anything yet. It’s only a few minutes — your bride’s not going anywhere!”

“I’m not in a hurry. Who said I’m in a hurry?”

Seeing how nervous he was, Ming Jin gently took his hand, and Lin Chuan immediately grasped hers, holding it tightly in his palm.

Under the officiant’s guidance, they exchanged rings. After slipping the ring onto Ming Jin’s finger, Lin Chuan kissed her hand tenderly and leaned in to whisper something in her ear.

The crowd wasn’t having it. They burst into laughter and teased him. “Hey! What’s with the secret whispers?”

“Come on, groom! Whatever sweet words you have, say them out loud for everyone to hear!”

Lin Chuan, shy by nature, blushed bright red — a tall young man suddenly looking like a flustered boy.

“Alright, stop teasing him,” Ming Jin said with a smile. “Haven’t you had enough candy to keep your mouths busy?”

“Oh, Ming Jin’s already defending him?”

“Of course! Lin Chuan is still young — don’t bully him.”

The wedding was lively and joyful. For everyone, it was a day full of celebration, but for Ming Jin, it was also the most vibrant and bustling day of her life.

That night, Ming Jin leaned against the balcony, gazing at the crescent moon hanging in the deep blue sky.

Lin Chuan stepped out of the bathroom and saw her standing there — a delicate silhouette in the night. The breeze gently lifted the hem of her nightgown, making it flutter like a butterfly.

Noticing him behind her, Ming Jin beckoned. “Come here.”

Lin Chuan walked over, standing quietly by her side, watching the moon without making a sound.

He didn’t reach out to touch her — not out of hesitation, but out of a fear of breaking the serene moment she seemed lost in.

Lin Chuan’s tenderness always made Ming Jin feel safe, a quiet strength she had come to rely on.

“Lin Chuan, do you think I’m beautiful?”

He lowered his gaze to her. She wore a thin robe, loosely tied at the front, revealing her elegant collarbones. Her face, free of makeup, was delicate and smooth, her skin radiant even under the soft moonlight. The breeze stirred her lashes, making them quiver slightly — a beauty so fragile, it took his breath away.

“Lin Chuan,” she said softly, “I’ve played so many roles over the years — standing on theater stages, playing the elegant mistress in a qipao, the young fashionable lady, the innocent schoolgirl… so many roles. When I look at those photos, I often wonder — the Ming Jin on stage seems so alive, so beautiful, but that’s because she’s living someone else’s life.”

Lin Chuan listened carefully, not interrupting.

She lowered her head and smiled faintly. “For years, I immersed myself in other people’s stories, too afraid to face my own chaotic life, too afraid to confront my past. But today, wearing this wedding dress, I finally realized — it’s time to say goodbye to all of that.”

Lin Chuan took her hand gently and said, “Ming Jin, the Ming Jin in the wedding dress today is the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen.”

He looked into her eyes and promised, “From today until you’re 80, for all the years we have left, I’ll make sure Ming Jin has the happiest life — happier than any character you’ve ever played.”

She chuckled, poking his chest playfully. “You talk so smoothly now, but at the wedding earlier, you could barely say a word! You just whispered to me that you had a secret — what was it? Tell me.”

Lin Chuan’s expression softened. “Remember when you asked me why I came to find you that night — even though it meant missing the most important part of the Lu Group’s annual event and risking rejection?”

“Yes.”

He looked at her earnestly. “At the time, I rushed over without really knowing the answer myself. But the moment I put the ring on your finger today, it all became clear.”

“What do you mean?”

Lin Chuan’s voice was steady but filled with emotion. “Missing the Lu Group event — even if it meant losing everything I’d worked for — I could spend the next ten, twenty years earning it all back. But if I hadn’t gone to find you that night… I would’ve missed the love of my life.”

He met her gaze, his sincerity shining through. “Ming Jin, you are — and always will be — the love of my life.”

Tears welled in her eyes as she cupped his face and kissed the corner of his lips softly. Then, with a teasing smile, she said two words that didn’t quite match the moment —

“Thank you.”

Thank you… for pulling me out of the dark.

Thank you… for loving me.

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Sansukini: Oh my goodness. That’s so sweet. That’s the end of Lin Chuan and Ming Jin’s story. Next Extra will be Shang Huaizheng and otaku Ming Jue’s story.

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