novelraw Chapter 39 Amazing
Chapter 39 Amazing
"Is it all settled?" Gu Yanshen's voice was low, his gaze still fixed on the closed suite door not far away.
"Someone is stirring things up behind the scenes. Multiple core marketing accounts posted about it almost simultaneously, and it's impossible to completely clean it up in a short time." Lin Chen handed over the tablet, which showed the still-rising trending topics. "I've already had the public Wi-Fi signal on the floor where the presidential suite is located blocked, so Ms. Lu's phone can't receive external notifications for the time being."
Gu Yanshen's jawline tightened.
This method was not perfect, even somewhat clumsy. But at the moment, he had no better choice.
He absolutely cannot let her see those things today.
He recalled the scene in the corridor earlier, and as he tried to clarify, he saw the permanent old scar on Ling Xue's wrist, a scar left because of him. This heavy "gratitude" felt like an invisible shackle, causing him to choose silence and instinctive support at that crucial moment when he pressed the shutter, instead of immediately pushing her away.
But how could he explain all this to Lu Xiran?
—On the most important day of her life.
"It's time, Mr. Gu," Lin Chen glanced at his watch and reminded him in a low voice.
Gu Yanshen closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his eyes were calm and serene.
"Let's go."
The wedding ceremony is about to begin.
The banquet hall was filled with elegant women in lingerie and adorned with beautiful hair, as guests gathered in large numbers.
Ling Xue's pearl-white satin gown shimmered under the dazzling lights, attracting all eyes. She slightly raised her chin, accepting the gazes, both overt and covert, long accustomed to being the center of attention in any situation.
However, as the two heavy, ornately carved doors of the banquet hall slowly opened to the solemn strains of the Wedding March—
All the whispers, all the gazes, including those that had been lingering on Ling Xue, were all captured and frozen in that instant.
Against the soft beams of light streaming in from the doorway, a figure stood quietly.
Lu Xiran wore the exquisitely luxurious, heavily embroidered lace gown she had tried on before. The enormous skirt, like clouds and mist, unfolded layer upon layer, countless tiny crystals and lustrous pearls hand-embroidered intricate patterns on the ivory-white lace base. With her barely audible breath and the movement of light, it rippled with a delicate, gentle starlight. The bodice featured a demure high neck and long sleeves, the lace extending to her wrists. Yet, its exquisite transparency and delicacy prevented it from appearing dull; instead, it perfectly embodied a classical, dignified, and restrained beauty, making her exposed neck and wrists appear as white as the finest mutton-fat jade.
She stood there, like a classical doll carefully preserved by time and slowly unfolded at this moment, unreal in her beauty, yet possessing a calm power that could suppress the clamor of the entire room.
Gu Yanshen stood at the end of the red carpet, stunned the moment the door opened.
He knew she was beautiful; seeing her every day, he had long since etched her features into his heart. But now, watching her enveloped in a holy aura, walking towards him step by step, the shock still struck his heart, making him almost forget to breathe.
He couldn't take his eyes off her.
Countless images flashed uncontrollably through my mind.
—Her startled, doe-like eyes when we first met at the airport;
—In the lounge, she tried to remain calm but couldn't hide her ingratiating expression;
—The helpless trembling when he grabbed my wrist;
—And when she proposed that "contract," the desperate gamble and humble plea hidden deep in her eyes...
Those scattered fragments, now connected by the figure slowly approaching on the red carpet, finally coalesced into the breathtakingly beautiful bride who would soon belong entirely to him.
He finally...married her.
Lu Xiran's steps were steady, her gaze passing through the guests, through the fragrance of flowers and candlelight floating in the air, and landing precisely on him.
Those doe-like eyes, which always held a variety of emotions, were now clear and firm, reflecting only his own image.
Gu Yanshen's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. Just as she was about to reach him, he stopped waiting. He took two steps forward and extended his hand.
His fingers were long and slender, his palm warm, and with an undeniable strength, he held her hand, clad in a pristine white lace glove, firmly yet tenderly. The cool touch of his fingertips and the warm light in her eyes, shining only for him, strangely intertwined.
No words were spoken.
He took her hand, turned around, and faced the altar. Each step he took was steady, as if he were holding the light and weight of his entire world.
All the gorgeous gowns and embellishments in the room, including Ling Xue's meticulously chosen pearl white dress, became a blurred background at this moment. All the light seemed to follow the couple hand in hand, focusing on the magnificent and sacred lace wedding dress that carried all promises and the future.
After the ceremony, Bai Fang held Lu Xiran's hand tightly, her eyes slightly moist: "Our Ranran looks so beautiful today, so beautiful that Grandma's heart melts."
Lu Xiran's face was still flushed from the ceremony. She smiled shyly when she heard this, but her eyes were shining with happiness.
"Grandma, I'll go with Ranran to change into her toasting dress first." Gu Yanshen stepped forward at the right time, his gaze falling on Lu Xiran, his eyes so deep that it seemed he wanted to etch her current appearance into his very bones.
Jin Qiqi had already noticed that Lu Xiran was putting on a brave face—the gorgeous but heavy main dress, coupled with the necessary high heels, was practically torture for someone whose foot injury hadn't healed. She immediately stepped forward, firmly supporting Lu Xiran's arm from the other side, and cheerfully smoothed things over: "Yes, yes, leave changing clothes to me! Mr. Gu, you can go ahead and get busy!"
Seeing this, Ling Xue wanted to follow, but Aunt Yun subtly blocked her half a step away. Aunt Yun wore an impeccably polite smile and said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, "Miss Song, this way please, don't make everyone feel awkward."
He was polite, but he blocked her way.
As soon as she entered the lounge and the door closed, Lu Xiran could no longer hold on. She let out a soft hiss and almost immediately wanted to kick off her high heels.
"Sit down quickly!" Jin Qiqi quickly helped her sit on the sofa, then knelt down herself and carefully unfastened the shoe buckle studded with small diamonds, muttering to herself, "My dear, every step you took just now made my heart race! I was afraid that I would cause you trouble by taking matters into my own hands... How are your feet? Do they hurt a lot?"
Lu Xiran let her do as she pleased, her body relaxing, but a sweet smile still lingered on her face. Her voice was soft: "Of course I want to thank you! Qiqi, really... thank you." She remembered the look in Gu Yanshen's eyes at the end of the red carpet, that focused, as if the world had only her left, a look of shock and tenderness. She felt that all the patience was worth it.
Her little bit of pride and stubbornness was simply a desire to leave a perfect image in his heart on this most important day for them.