Du Ruoxin fled the makeup room, which resembled a disaster scene after being interrogated, wearing her wedding dress. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief, confirming that neither of her mothers had followed.
"Hahaha—"
Christiano was amused by her adorable demeanor. "I've never seen you afraid of anyone."
Du Ruoxin drooped her face and glared at him. "As if you're not afraid at all? Then why did you leave even faster than I did?"
She had almost been unable to keep up with his pace.
It was evident how fast he was.
"I am afraid," Christiano admitted his fear cleanly and swiftly. He then pulled the woman into his arms, his voice husky and affectionate as he said, "I'm afraid of anything going wrong, afraid of not being able to marry you."
Du Ruoxin was almost squeezed flat—uh, why was he suddenly being so sentimental?
Just as she was about to ask her elder brother to restrain himself, a teasing voice drifted from afar, "Tsk tsk tsk, the hero has finally gotten his wish, embracing the beauty."
Christiano heard his friend's words and released Du Ruoxin, but still held her hand tightly. "Why are you only arriving now?"
He had notified him last night, and yet he had only just arrived.
Elvin shrugged, his face devoid of humor. "I rushed over as soon as I received your call."
He took out a gift box from his pocket and presented it to Du Ruoxin with both hands. "Sister-in-law, congratulations on your wedding."
A hint of awkwardness flashed across Du Ruoxin's face—if she remembered correctly, this gentleman was a ruthless character who often mocked her as a silly, naive little kid when they were children.
The past was not worth recalling.
Now, the little kid had also become a sister-in-law...
Du Ruoxin accepted the gift. "Thank you."
Elvin caught sight of the exaggerated and possessive hickey left on Du Ruoxin's neck, and immediately understood.
He took out a cigar from his bag and asked with a smile, "Where are you planning to go for your honeymoon?"
"Do you want to come to the Middle East?"
"I'll accompany you the entire way."
Christiano snatched his friend's cigar directly. "My wife is allergic to smoke."
Elvin: "..."
He was stunned for several seconds before bursting into laughter.
"Hahahaha—"
Another henpecked husband was born.
It was over.
Christiano was finished.
He would definitely be completely controlled by Du Ruoxin from now on; if Du Ruoxin told him to go left, he would absolutely not dare to go right.
Tsk tsk tsk—
Just thinking about that scene... it was beautiful!
From now on, he had to curry favor with Du Ruoxin. In the future, if he couldn't get Christiano to do something, he would instigate Du Ruoxin to do it.
Guaranteed to be honest and fair.
Du Ruoxin felt guilty because of Elvin's wild laughter. She wasn't—really—married to—
Alas!
She had grievances but could not speak of them.
She could only choose silence.
Fortunately, the 20 minutes passed quickly, resolving Du Ruoxin's awkwardness.
"Sir, time is up."
The wedding officially began.
To the music of the Chinese song "Let's Get Married," Christiano led Du Ruoxin to the priest.
"In a white wedding dress, holding flowers, as beautiful as a fairy tale.
Remember that early summer, I was worried about you, and we were foolish together.
Cupid gently flew under the moonlight, Pandora heard the answer.
The chapel bells are ringing, the password to happiness.
Oh.
'I swear in the name of God.'"