Chapter 92: The Wedding (Part 2)

Return: My Hell and Heaven
Chapter 92: The Wedding (Part 2)

Early morning, Q City Cemetery.

Although the weather forecast had given no indication, a light drizzle began falling when Song Shu arrived at the cemetery.

This cemetery, apart from a few cold stone steps, primarily consisted of soil. The raindrops turned the surroundings especially muddy.

As Song Shu walked uphill, mud splattered onto her shoes and calves, leaving blotchy marks.

Bai Song’s grave lay nestled amidst a cluster of pine trees.

The grave was always maintained by dedicated caretakers, with offerings regularly arranged. By the time Song Shu arrived, the tombstone was already surrounded by pure white bouquets. In the middle of the flowers, there were various cards with many ostentatious signatures.

Song Shu knew that many of these were left by people trying to curry favor with the Qin family. Before the case had been resolved, Bai Song’s grave had been desolate for years, with hardly anyone visiting.

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“And did Auntie agree?”

Song Shu thought for a moment. “She would.”

Luan Qiaoqing hesitated for a couple of seconds before speaking the truth, albeit in a softer voice. “I doubt it. He’s not exactly a good match. And to not even come to visit on her death anniversary? Auntie agreeing seems unlikely…”

Song Shu looked at her helplessly. “Didn’t we talk about this on the way? Qin Lou has his reasons.”

Luan Qiaoqing frowned. “But when I asked him, he ignored me.” She paused. “Sis, you know the reason, don’t you? Did he tell you?”

“…He didn’t explain it directly, but I can more or less guess,” Song Shu replied.

Luan Qiaoqing quickly pressed, “Then what is it?”

Song Shu gazed at the tombstone in silence for a few seconds, letting out a soft sigh.

“Although Qin Fujun isn’t the only one to blame for what happened, she was the catalyst—the spark. Qin Lou has always felt that it all started because of him. If he hadn’t existed, or if our relationship hadn’t influenced the division of the Qin family’s assets and power, maybe Qin Fujun wouldn’t have taken that path.”

Luan Qiaoqing’s eyes gradually widened. “Are you saying that Qin Lou… blames himself for it all?”

Song Shu was silent for a moment.

She turned and looked seriously at Luan Qiaoqing. “Qiaoqiao, have you never blamed him?”

“I—”

Luan Qiaoqing faltered, speechless.

Of course, she had blamed him.

In the years Song Shu was gone—especially at the beginning, when she struggled the most to accept the loss of two people she held dearest—Luan Qiaoqing couldn’t count how many times she had directed her resentment at Qin Lou. She remembered how, unable to find anyone else to hold accountable, she pinned everything on his late return. Deep down, she knew that Song Shu’s “death” had hurt him the most.

Luan Qiaoqing slowly lowered her head.

“I’m sorry, Sis. Back then…”

Song Shu gently shook her head. “Qiaoqiao, there’s no need to apologize to me. It’s enough that you can understand why he hasn’t come and stop blaming him.”

Turning back to the tombstone, Song Shu sighed softly. “In the end, his self-reproach doesn’t come from your blame. But if even you thought that way, it’s inevitable he’d feel it too. Qin Lou has carried more burdens than we ever have since he was a child. We can’t truly understand how he feels, so we shouldn’t judge. If staying away makes him feel even slightly better, then let him stay away. I’ll stay by his side.”

Luan Qiaoqing listened, half-comprehending, but she could sense the melancholy and worry in Song Shu’s words. In the end, she said nothing more, only nodding in agreement.

She stayed with Song Shu for a little while longer before preparing to head back to the car. But just before she turned to leave, something crossed her mind, and she stopped.

“Sis, has Qin Lou ever visited a cemetery before?”

Song Shu thought for a moment. “When his parents passed away, they were overseas. He was very young then, so I’m not sure if he attended the funeral. Other than that, probably not.”

Luan Qiaoqing nodded. “Then the only time Qin Lou has ever been to a cemetery might’ve been… at your funeral.”

Song Shu froze, turning to look at her.

Luan Qiaoqing recalled that unforgettable day, her brows furrowing slowly as a hint of sorrow appeared on her face. “Your funeral was only a few days after Auntie’s. I remember it rained that day too… The pain Qin Lou felt back then was probably beyond words. I just realized that might also be one of the reasons he doesn’t want to visit cemeteries. If it were me, I’d probably never want to come back to a place like this for the rest of my life.”

After speaking, Luan Qiaoqing glanced apologetically at Song Shu before turning and walking down the lower steps of the cemetery.

Song Shu stood alone before the tombstone, lost in thought for a long time.

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On the ninth day of the ninth month, Song Shu and Qin Lou’s wedding took place as scheduled.

The wedding venue was at the Qin family’s ancestral home, and the arrangements were kept simple, just as Song Shu requested.

Since Qin Yuzheng and Mei Jinghan didn’t have many close friends in the country, most of the guests on Song Shu’s side were Bai Song’s old acquaintances, along with a few colleagues and senior executives from her company.

As for Qin Lou’s side, he allocated a pitifully small number of invitations, leaving the butler to handle the rest.

Consequently, as soon as the wedding invitations were distributed, the topic of who received one and who didn’t became a hot gossip in the elite circles, serving as a humorous yet telling barometer of social standing.

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In the week leading up to the wedding, the Qin family’s older staff “dismissed” all the clumsy new hires, assigning them trivial errands instead. Every detail of the wedding was handled personally by the senior staff to ensure the young master and miss they had watched grow up would have a perfect ceremony.

However, when it came to the soon-to-be groom, no one felt entirely at ease. They feared he might pull some shocking stunt on the wedding day—after all, the Qin family and Qin Lou had no shortage of wild rumors attached to their name—and ruin the long-anticipated event.

To prevent this, the entire household staff, led by the head butler, held several emergency meetings to anticipate potential mishaps and devise contingency plans.

After drafting numerous backup plans, the elders finally felt slightly reassured, smiling as they awaited the big day.

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On the wedding day, Song Shu was pulled out of bed early by the top-tier styling team Luan Qiaoqing had hired. Half-asleep, she was ushered into the dressing room.

What followed was an excruciatingly meticulous makeup session lasting several hours. Song Shu, still groggy, nodded off multiple times in front of the mirror, only to be startled awake by panicked makeup artists who quickly repaired her smudged makeup.

After that ordeal, the process of putting on her wedding dress proved equally lengthy and arduous.

Meanwhile, on Qin Lou’s side, he had been forbidden from seeing Song Shu for the entire week leading up to the wedding, per the instructions of Qin Yuzheng and Mei Jinghan.

Barely managing to restrain himself until the night before the wedding, Qin Lou reluctantly heeded Luan Qiaoqing’s advice—not to disturb Song Shu that night. Determined not to let her appear at the ceremony with dark circles under her eyes, he resisted the urge to sneak into her room to sleep beside her.

But come the wedding morning, after putting on his groom’s attire, Qin Lou kicked out the makeup artists trying to touch up his face and eagerly rushed to Song Shu’s room, only to find she had been “stolen” away at some point.

This immediately lit a fuse in the “madman’s” temper.

Despite the collective efforts of the household staff to stop him, Qin Lou stormed through the house and made a beeline for the bridal dressing room, leaving a trail of chaos in his wake. Several unfortunate staff members ended up sprawled outside the dressing room as casualties of his rampage.

When Qin Lou finally kicked open the dressing room door, he fancied himself a brave warrior rescuing a princess from a dragon. The terrified makeup artists, however, saw him as the dragon himself—a madman through and through.

Whether hero or dragon, Qin Lou’s rage instantly dissipated the moment he laid eyes on his beloved “little clam.”

When the lead makeup artist, visibly trembling, mentioned that the bride’s makeup wasn’t finished, Qin Lou shot him a menacing glare before reluctantly pulling over a chair and sitting next to Song Shu. He kept a watchful eye on her, as if afraid someone might whisk her away the moment he let down his guard.

While Song Shu was accustomed to his antics, the makeup artists were thoroughly shaken. Their hands trembled so much that they almost messed up the makeup several times, salvaging the situation only through their top-notch professionalism.

Finally, after completing the bride’s full makeup, the lead artist let out a deep sigh of relief and hurriedly prepared to leave.

Luan Qiaoqing, feeling utterly embarrassed, glared at Qin Lou a few times before apologizing profusely and escorting the renowned stylist out of the room.

At the door, the stylist glanced nervously over his shoulder and muttered something in his native language.

Luan Qiaoqing smiled and nodded, then turned to the translator she had brought along. “What did he just say?”

The translator hesitated, casting Luan Qiaoqing an odd look before lowering their head. “He said, ‘Was that the groom? He looked more like someone stealing the bride than getting married.’”

Luan Qiaoqing: “…”

One has to admit, that international friend had a point.

Despite his reluctance, when Qin Yuzheng and Mei Jinghan showed up backstage after finishing their makeup, Qin Lou had no choice but to be “escorted” back to the wedding venue.
Thus, the young head of the Qin family stood in his groom’s attire beside the nervous emcee at his own wedding, his expression cold and distant. If the guests hadn’t been so familiar with the legendary love story between him and Song Shu, they might have assumed he was being forced into marriage.

That was, until the wedding march began to play.

Dressed in a snow-white wedding gown with matching gloves, Song Shu walked arm-in-arm with Qin Yuzheng along the rose-petal-strewn aisle, step by step toward the altar.

Under the watchful eyes of the guests, Qin Yuzheng solemnly placed Song Shu’s hand into Qin Lou’s. Following the emcee’s script and prior arrangements by Qin Yuzheng and Mei Jinghan, there was a touching speech that left many with damp eyes.

Then came the vow exchange.

The emcee took a deep breath and began,
“Mr. Qin Lou, do you solemnly vow to uphold the wedding vows, to stay by her side through better or worse, in poverty or wealth, in sickness or—”

“Wait.”

“—!”

The emcee nearly choked mid-sentence.

For someone in his line of work, the word “wait” during vows was a nightmare. It often signaled a comedic wedding turning into a tragic disaster or, worse, a dramatic interruption involving a last-minute objection and potential bloodshed.

Instinctively scanning the venue, the emcee was stunned to find that the voice belonged to none other than the groom himself.

Having heard of Qin Lou’s infamous reputation, the emcee forced a smile that was more pained than reassuring.
“Mr. Qin, is there something you’d like to say?”

Qin Lou frowned. “I don’t like these wedding vows. They’re too cliché and lack sincerity.”

The emcee: “…”

If this weren’t a wedding, and if the man in front of him weren’t someone he couldn’t afford to offend, the emcee might have cursed out loud.

After a long silence, the emcee squeezed out a polite smile. “Perhaps… Mr. Qin would like to say his own vows?”

Qin Lou’s lips curled into a bold, confident grin. “Sure, why not.”

Before the emcee could backtrack, Qin Lou had already taken the microphone.

Everyone familiar with his temper collectively held their breath, unsure what this “madman” might do next. All eyes were on him.

Ignoring the emcee entirely, Qin Lou turned his gaze to Song Shu.

That usual reckless and arrogant grin softened slightly.

For a moment, there was only silence. Qin Lou stared at her, his smile gradually fading into something calm and serious. He didn’t say a word.

The room grew quieter, the stillness almost tangible.

Finally, the microphone carried a low chuckle.

“How strange,” Qin Lou said, his voice raspy. “I didn’t think I’d ever experience a moment where I had so much to say but didn’t know where to start. I didn’t think I was capable of feeling nervous.”

Song Shu remained silent, her gaze steady on him.

Qin Lou slowly intertwined his fingers with hers, holding tight. “The vows they wanted me to say, I know them by heart. At the end, I’d have to say, ‘I will love you, cherish you, and remain loyal to you, forever.’”

He paused, lowering his eyes with a small laugh. “But I know that no feeling lasts forever.”

“—!”

The expressions of the guests froze, some gasping audibly.

The emcee nearly fainted, feeling as though he were witnessing a wedding turning into a divorce in real time.

Qin Lou, unfazed by the crowd’s reaction, continued in a low voice. “I learned that lesson twelve years ago, deeply and irrevocably. A single second, a minor incident, an accident… death can sever all the feelings I have for you.”

Song Shu’s gaze trembled slightly. “Qin Lou.”

“But that’s okay,” Qin Lou said, lifting his eyes to meet hers. “Since then, I’ve never dared to dream of an everlasting life.”

“…”

Qin Lou chuckled, the kind of laugh that made him seem even more unhinged to the audience. Yet he didn’t care.

His gaze was solely fixed on Song Shu. He saw no one else.

“I don’t think anyone else in this world is like me,” Qin Lou said. “Someone who attended the funeral of the person he loved most, only to walk down the aisle with her twelve years later.”

Song Shu froze, then lowered her gaze with a faint smile. “That does sound a bit frightening, little madman.”

“…”

Qin Lou tightened his grip on her hand and spoke softly.

“That’s why no one else is more qualified to say this. My love for you is deep, intense, and even frightening to others. It encompasses every human emotion I’ve ever felt, from the moment I met you to the end of my life. I give it all to you—until the day we draw our last breath.”

“And then, just as I’ve said before: we’ll share a bed in life and a grave in death. After a hundred years, our ashes will be buried together. The feelings I can’t express, let my soul and spirit—reduced to ash—convey to you. In that small, dark box, don’t be afraid, my little shell… because it will always, always be with you.”

When he finished, he looked at Song Shu, whose eyes were red with unshed tears, and smiled softly.

“What should we call this?” he asked.

Song Shu, her tears glistening, smiled back.

“Let’s call it ‘you and I will be together until death.”

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Sansukini: Awww… Weddings are really beautiful, especially church weddings. We only have 1 chapter left for the main story, then there will be Extras.

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