Yi Ge and Lily broke up because of Miao Jing??!! Lily picking on Miao Jing? What exactly happened?
Didn’t Lily meet Miao Jing back then? Weren’t they close for a while?
Come to think of it, Lily hasn’t been in touch for a long time either—after Yi Ge went abroad, did she also leave Tengcheng?
What??!!!!
Yi Ge dated Miao Jing before? And she was his first love? They broke up when Miao Jing went to college? Is that true?!
No wonder Yi Ge treated Miao Jing that way before!
She was the daughter brought by his father’s former woman, no blood relation—why couldn’t they date? They lived together for so many years, after all.
My Yi Ge is really wild! Seriously impressive—he ended up raising his sister to be his wife.
Miao Jing noticed a pile of unread messages on Chen Yi’s phone, saved his photo, and posted it on social media.
She received many blessings. After going abroad, she still kept in touch with some friends and colleagues back home. Cen Ye and Lu Zhengsi congratulated her on getting what she wished for and generously transferred a sum of wedding gift money, which Miao Jing didn’t accept.
Miao Jing also informed Wei Mingzhen about the marriage. Wei Mingzhen was completely unaware and utterly shocked on the phone—she never liked Chen Yi, remembering his troublemaking ways from childhood, and felt he wasn’t worthy of Miao Jing.
Miao Jing said bluntly over the phone, “Mom, it’s just the two of us at home. I’ve been with him since high school, and I slept with him before starting college. You have no right to look down on him.”
Wei Mingzhen truly regretted her past actions.
Really, if she had known things would turn out like this, with them becoming family again after all these twists and turns—her becoming Chen Yi’s mother-in-law—why did she run off with that money back then, leading to this situation?
But then again, it might not have happened. If Wei Mingzhen had stayed with Miao Jing, whether in Tengcheng or not, Miao Jing and Chen Yi might not have ended up where they are today.
Chen Yi took Miao Jing’s phone and spoke quite amiably to the person on the other end: “Mom, thank you! You can rest assured leaving Miao Jing to me.”
During the years Wei Mingzhen was with the Chen family, Chen Yi had never been polite or called her “Mom.” Now, as her son-in-law, he changed his tone quickly.
Aside from Chen Yi, Miao Jing sincerely thanked everyone who had helped her in her life—as for Chen Yi, it was only right and natural; she had given herself entirely to him.
The company gave her a small bonus as a benefit, along with twenty days of marriage leave. Si Nan asked if they planned to hold the wedding back in China or celebrate in Bogotá.
As for the friends they made in Colombia, including Gino’s family and their landlord Pierre, they were all very eager to know their plans—wedding, honeymoon, and such. The men who had pursued Miao Jing expressed surprise and disappointment—Chen Yi finally felt a sense of triumph. With his legitimate status, he could rightfully ask any man to “keep their distance” from his wife.
Miao Jing had no particular concept of a wedding—maybe just a simple meal with everyone would do. But Chen Yi wanted a wedding. For such an unconventional man, he surprisingly desired a traditional sense of ceremony and experience.
He took full charge of the wedding planning.
The only thing Miao Jing did was go with Si Nan to buy a white dress to serve as her wedding gown.Following local customs and with friends joining in, Ramirez booked a small white chapel and found a pastor. Chen Yi invited some close friends and colleagues, reserving a French restaurant near the church.
The day’s arrangements were simple: a traditional Chinese door-blocking ceremony and bride pickup in the morning. Chen Yi had stayed overnight at Pierre’s apartment downstairs but, unable to sleep, sneaked back home around midnight to hold Miao Jing and chat for a while.
The next morning, a lively crowd of young men gathered outside the door—Chinese faces, foreign faces, and even a Korean friend. Inside, women of all ages sat in the living room, from sixty-year-old Grandma Gino to little girls of five or six, sipping coffee, snacking, and chatting while waiting for the men outside to slip red envelopes through the door and sing love songs. Surrounded by everyone, Miao Jing stood out with her willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and captivating red lips. Her clear, bright eyes sparkled irresistibly. She wore a simple, elegant white dress that flowed gracefully, a pearl-studded veil draped over her shoulders, and held a breathtakingly vibrant rose.
Chen Yi looked exceptionally dashing that day in a white shirt, black suit, and a slim tie, with antique silver cufflinks borrowed from Pierre. His broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, and firm physique—combined with his handsome features and refined demeanor—completely shattered everyone’s previous impression of him.
His smile remained as roguishly charming as ever. After finding Miao Jing’s high heels under the bed, he knelt beside it, clasped her delicate feet, and pressed her fair instep against his pounding chest before gently kissing it. He then helped her into the heels, swept her up in his arms amid squeals of delight, and carried her out of the house.
Pierre escorted Miao Jing into the chapel and placed her hand in Chen Yi’s. The ceremony was straightforward: vows were exchanged, rings were placed, and they sealed their promises with a kiss and an embrace. Afterwards, everyone accompanied the newlyweds to the restaurant, where cheers erupted before they enjoyed a fine Western meal. Guests mingled briefly before dispersing.
In the afternoon, a sudden downpour sent raindrops pattering fiercely, whisking away Miao Jing’s veil. Chen Yi reached out to catch it but was pulled along by the fluttering fabric. Miao Jing waited under a tree, sheltered by his suit jacket.
Both were half-drenched but still radiant. Miao Jing’s long hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, raindrops clinging to her cheeks and lips like dew-kissed rose petals. Her white dress, resembling a rain-soaked lily, seemed to grow more graceful. Spotting the figure approaching through the heavy rain—his features glistening with moisture, his shirt and trousers clinging to his tall, robust frame—she watched intently.
Hand in hand, they dashed home through the rain, leaving soggy clothes in a heap on the floor. The sound of water and music drifted from the bathroom, where a bottle of white wine awaited. They reveled wholeheartedly in the moment.
After the wedding, they embarked directly on their honeymoon along the Pacific East Coast, tracing the Andes through Peru, Bolivia, and Chile.
They watched the mist lift over Machu Picchu, revealing the ancient mysteries of Inca civilization; leaped from an off-road vehicle into the boundless dunes of the vast Ica Desert; admired fireworks blooming over unfamiliar city skylines; fished for piranhas in the Amazon rainforest; witnessed the world merge into one at the salt flats of Sky City; observed flamingos wading through the red waters of Laguna Colorada; soaked in geothermal hot springs amid snow-capped peaks; slept in rustic-themed lodges in the hyper-arid Atacama Desert; and marveled at sea lions and penguins across glacial plains.
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