Chapter 1001: Will you marry me?

Just as Zhou Mengyao was immersed in the grand and romantic wedding in Lin Lang's dream, there was suddenly a slight commotion at the end of the red carpet.

She subconsciously looked up, her heart suddenly shrank, and she was secretly surprised: "Uh... no?"

I saw Chu Yiren wearing a dazzling fishtail wedding dress and walking slowly towards me on exquisite high heels.

The diamonds inlaid on the wedding dress reflected dazzling light in the sunlight, which was no less grand than the main wedding dress she was wearing.

Zhou Mengyao suddenly panicked, and her fingers subconsciously loosened Lin Lang's hand. Her fingertips trembled slightly. She turned her head and muttered softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Hubby, look... why did Chu Yiren come to our wedding wearing a wedding dress?"

Lin Lang seemed to have been prepared. He sniffed, a sly smile in his eyes. He gently patted the back of her hand and said soothingly, "Yiren is our witness, so she dressed formally."

"Huh?" Zhou Mengyao's eyes widened instantly, her tone filled with disbelief. "No way, husband? How could you marry your 'little wife' and have your 'first wife' be the witness? What kind of crazy operation is this!"

As she spoke, she couldn't help but secretly glance at Chu Yiren who was getting closer and closer, and her cheeks were slightly hot because of nervousness.

Without waiting for Lin Lang to explain further, Chu Yiren had already walked up to the two of them.

She still had that cold, world-weary face, her eyebrows slightly raised, her eyes filled with her usual arrogance, and she opened her red lips slightly: "Why, you don't welcome me here? You're getting married to my husband, and I, the main person, can't come and join in the fun?"

Zhou Mengyao felt a pang of pain in her heart when she heard her say "my husband". She subconsciously raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Her voice was weak and a little aggrieved.

"Well... then just come if you want to. Why do you have to wear a wedding dress?"

Chu Yiren looked at Zhou Mengyao, who was about to cry, and finally couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth into a very faint smile, but her tone was still somewhat strong.

"You can wear a wedding dress to marry my husband, so why can't I wear one to witness the wedding ceremony?"

"But..." Zhou Mengyao wanted to argue, but was interrupted by Chu Yiren.

"Don't say but," Chu Yiren took a half step forward, lowered her voice, and said with a hint of teasing, "Is it not okay for me to wear a wedding dress and share in your joy?"

Zhou Mengyao was so angry at her bandit logic that she laughed. She wiped her face with her hand and said angrily and helplessly, "Okay, okay, if you say it's okay, then it's okay. But with this scene, people who don't know will think Lin Lang is going to marry two wives at once today!"

"This is the first time in my life that I've heard of a witness wearing a wedding dress." Zhou Mengyao was speechless.

Chu Yiren's smile widened when she heard this. She reached out and adjusted the lace on her wedding dress, her tone a bit playful: "What's wrong with marrying two? If you agree, I don't mind if the three of us have the ceremony together today to save trouble later."

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Mengyao stamped her feet in anger and cried, "No, today is a good day for Lin Lang and me, you are not allowed to join in the fun."

Chu Yiren's lips curled up into a wicked smile: "I'm not joining in the fun for no reason. You and my husband are getting married, and I'm dressing up to show up. I'm giving you enough face. Don't be ungrateful."

Zhou Mengyao turned her head to look at Lin Lang, her eyes full of accusations of "you should take care of her", but her nose couldn't help but feel a little sore.

This beautiful dream clearly belonged to her, so how come it suddenly became so ridiculous?

Before Lin Lang could react, Chu Yiren raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her eyes twinkled with amusement like tiny stars: "What's wrong with marrying two wives at one wedding? The law doesn't allow it in reality, but why can't it be allowed in dreams?"

"You!" Zhou Mengyao's cheeks were burning with anger. The words got stuck in her throat and turned around for a few times. Finally, she could only turn her head and glare at Lin Lang.

There was grievance in his eyes, like a little animal that had been angry, and it clearly said, "Look, husband, your first wife is bullying me again."

Lin Lang quickly grasped Zhou Mengyao's slightly cold hand, and gently stroked the back of her hand with his fingertips to comfort her: "Alright, alright, Yiren just loves to tease you. She is also a strong character in her dreams."

"Hubby, I don't think it's Chu Yiren who wants to attend our wedding in her dream, but rather your inner desire to marry both of us at the same time, which has materialized in your dream."

Lin Lang did not deny it. Isn’t this the dream of every man?

Then, Chu Yiren restrained her mischievous look, her face still expressionless, but the frost in her eyes melted a little.

She glanced at her watch. "Alright, enough teasing. The auspicious hour has arrived. Don't miss the ceremony."

After hearing this, Zhou Mengyao smiled with tears in her eyes, stuck out her tongue at Chu Yiren, and made a face.

In the dream, Gu Ran was still dressed as a secretary. He quickly walked forward and handed a gold-embossed red-covered marriage speech manuscript to Chu Yiren.

Before leaving, he whispered to Zhou Mengyao, "Ms. Mengyao, you look so beautiful today! Congratulations on your wedding!"

"Hehe..." Zhou Mengyao smiled sweetly.

When Chu Yiren turned the page of the marriage certificate with her fingertips, her action revealed a rare solemnity, and even the air around them became a little quieter.

Zhou Mengyao looked at the marriage certificate, and glanced at Chu Yiren who was very serious and formally witnessing the marriage between herself and Lin Lang.

The awkwardness in her heart slowly melted away like a candy cube soaked in warm water.

Perhaps this dream was too sweet, so sweet that even Lin Lang's "extraordinary" arrangement became a rare tenderness, making people reluctant to take it seriously.

Chu Yiren cleared her throat, and her cold voice spread in the quiet auditorium with a strange sense of solemnity: "Ms. Zhou Mengyao, please look at my husband."

Zhou Mengyao followed her words and slowly turned to look at Lin Lang. His eyes were as gentle as a pool of spring water, reflecting her own appearance clearly. The focus and cherishment in his eyes instantly filled her heart with warmth.

"Are you willing to marry Mr. Lin Lang as his wife?"

"No matter whether the future is good or bad, rich or poor, healthy or sick, happy or sad, are you willing to love him, cherish him, and be loyal to him forever?" Chu Yiren recited the oath, her eyes moving between the two of them. The playfulness on her face had long faded, leaving only the solemnity of the ceremony.

Zhou Mengyao looked into Lin Lang's eyes, and the love and dependence hidden in her heart surged at this moment.

She pursed her lips hard, trying to suppress the sob in her throat, but tears still welled up and slid down her cheeks.

She raised her hand to cover the corner of her lips, her voice trembling but firm: "I...I do."

The moment the words fell, someone in the audience started the sparse applause, which gradually gathered into a warm wave, gently enveloping the newlyweds.

Only then did Zhou Mengyao realize that the blessings in dreams could actually touch people's hearts so truly.

Chu Yiren turned to Lin Lang again, her tone unchanged, but with a subtle softness: "Husband, please look at Miss Zhou Mengyao beside you. Are you willing to marry her as your second wife?"

"No matter whether the future is good or bad, rich or poor, healthy or sick, happy or sad, are you willing to love her, cherish her, and be loyal to her forever?"

Lin Lang's eyes never left Zhou Mengyao. He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks. The warmth of his fingertips made her heart tremble.

He took a deep breath, his voice steady and affectionate, as if declaring to the world: "I do."

Three simple words, yet they carry a tremendous weight.

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, Lin Lang leaned over slightly, gently held Zhou Mengyao's face, and placed a gentle and pious kiss on her lips.

Zhou Mengyao closed her eyes and stood on tiptoe to respond to Lin Lang's kiss.

At this moment, the applause in the ears, Chu Yiren's gaze, and everything around became a blurred background, leaving only the warmth between each other's lips and teeth, and the happiness and sweetness that was about to overflow from the bottom of the heart, as if flowers would bloom in this dream in the next second.

At this moment, bridesmaid Mu Xueman came forward with a smile, holding an exquisite velvet ring box in her hand, and gently reminded: "Mengyao, it's time to exchange rings."

Lin Lang took the ring box first and opened it carefully.

Inside lay a pair of simple platinum diamond rings, gleaming with a warm sheen under the light.

He took out one of them, held Zhou Mengyao's left hand, gently brushed his fingertips across her ring finger, and then slowly put the ring on it.

The cool metal against the skin strangely brought a sense of security, as if from this moment on, the fate of the two was firmly tied together.

"From now on, you are mine." Lin Lang's voice was low and with a smile, and only Zhou Mengyao could hear it.

Zhou Mengyao's eyes were filled with tears as she took the other ring.

She looked at Lin Lang's slender fingers, her heart beating so fast that it seemed like it was going to burst out of her chest.

She took a deep breath and put the ring firmly on his ring finger, her movements as gentle as if she was handing over a rare treasure.

The moment they put on the rings, they both held each other's hands tightly, palms touching. The coolness of the rings and the warmth of their palms intertwined together, forming a wonderful tacit understanding.

They smiled at each other, the love in their eyes was so strong that it could not be dissolved, as if this dream could last forever and this happiness could continue forever.

For Zhou Mengyao, it no longer mattered whether this romantic and happy scene was a dream or reality, because it was what she and Lin Lang were actually experiencing.

Assistant Xiaona was standing not far away with a Polaroid camera in her hand, taking photos to record this grand wedding.

When the flash came on, it just captured the two people holding hands. The hem of Zhou Mengyao's wedding dress spread out like clouds, the lace lightly brushed Lin Lang's straight trousers, and the two platinum rings reflected fine light.

In the photo, Zhou Mengyao's eyebrows were curved, her tears were still on her face but she was smiling like a flower. Lin Lang leaned over slightly, looking at his school beauty Bai Yueguang affectionately, with the corners of his lips so gentle that water could drip out.

They wore white gauze and black suits, like colors carefully blended by the Creator.

From their hair to their fingertips, they are an indescribable match, as if the day they became desk mates in high school, they were meant to stay by each other's side forever, turning this dream into the rest of their lives.