Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 148 - : The Lucky Farmer Remains Calm, The Heirless Husband Hurries to Chase His Wife 8

Chapter 148: Chapter 148: The Lucky Farmer Remains Calm, The Heirless Husband Hurries to Chase His Wife 8

When Fu Huaichu spoke those words, Su Zhiruan couldn’t help but widen her eyes.

“You two…” The woman’s gaze fell on Su Zhiruan and then on Fu Huaichu. Her friend tugged at her sleeve, signaling her to leave quickly, “I apologize for any disturbance caused just now, please don’t take it to heart.”

After bowing, she and her companion hurriedly left the area.

“Brother Erniu… what you just said…”

In the rain, Su Zhiruan stepped forward, holding the umbrella high over Fu Huaichu.

At this moment, both of them stood facing each other under the umbrella.

Fu Huaichu noticed her slender shoulders had been soaked by the rain on one side, her delicate face hidden under the bamboo hat. From his angle, he could only see the girl’s fair and round chin.

“You’ve gotten wet,” Fu Huaichu didn’t answer her, but instead looked at her slim shoulders and asked, “Are you cold?”

As he spoke, he started to remove her bamboo hat.

The bamboo hat could cover the head, but not widely, her shoulders and skirt were soaked. Su Zhiruan looked down at her skirt, not minding it.

She recalled the scene just before, where Fu Huaichu, to reject the woman, deliberately claimed he was her husband. It might have been an excuse, but he did say it.

Su Zhiruan handed the oil-paper umbrella to Fu Huaichu. Under the umbrella, she spoke earnestly, “Brother Erniu, would you marry me?”

After she said this, she looked up at him, waiting for his response.

Her words came so suddenly that when Fu Huaichu looked up, he found himself staring directly into her beautiful eyes.

“Marry?”

Fu Huaichu paused, his grip tightening on the handle of the oil-paper umbrella, somewhat distracted.

“Brother Erniu, let’s get married.” Su Zhiruan once again met his gaze, moving gently closer to him, and Fu Huaichu found himself unable to pull his hand away, “I want to be with you. It might be too bold for a woman to bring this up, but I don’t want to miss a single day that could bring us together.”

Fu Huaichu felt a warm touch on his arm—it was her gently linking her arm with his. Over the past month, this gesture had become commonplace, like applying medicine to him day after day.

Perhaps bewitched, or maybe subconsciously driven, or perhaps for some other inexplicable reason, Fu Huaichu said, “Alright.”

“You agree?” Su Zhiruan looked up, a big smile spreading across her face as he saw it, “Then, when we return, let’s start preparing for the wedding.”

At this moment, images bubbled up in Fu Huaichu’s heart, as beautiful and ephemeral as foam, everything seemed so enchanting, almost too tempting to wake from.

Back in the Capital City, his father and mother had scrutinized the daughters of nearly all the courtiers, none of whom he cared for. But now, he found himself willing to abandon life in the Capital City to marry a country girl.

If those old conservatives in the Capital City knew, they would certainly blow their tops.

But right now, upon hearing Su Zhiruan’s suggestion of marriage, he subconsciously agreed.

Joy unexpectedly surged in his heart.

In the heavy rain, Su Zhiruan and Fu Huaichu leaned on each other, making their way back to Su Family Village.

The torrential rain seemed to celebrate for them too, blown long by the wind, the slanting rain appeared like ribbons bursting across the sky, tugging at the heart.

*

After deciding to get married, Su Zhiruan and Fu Huaichu shared the news with Su Family Village.

That day, the news sent shockwaves through Su Family Village.

“Ruanruan, you’re really going to get married! Oh my, what a joyous occasion this is!”

“When it’s time for your wedding, let us all help with the preparations. After all, you’re a daughter we’ve watched grow up in our Su Family Village, our village’s daughter. Your wedding certainly won’t lack for pageantry!”

…

Aunties, mothers, and young wives all agreed they could prepare joyful items for Su Zhiruan’s wedding, and everyone looked joyful and spirited as they sat at the edge of the village to discuss.

Upon hearing this news, the uncles and elder men were over the moon, all saying if there was any heavy work or moving of heavy objects needed, to look for them. They were just waiting to drink the celebratory wine.

This happy event spread quickly throughout the entire village. The elders thought about providing Su Zhiruan with some dowry, while the younger ones, especially those youths who had once adored Su Zhiruan and wanted to marry her, now profoundly regretted their loss, looking as though they had caught conjunctivitis.

Su Zhiruan stressed that it should be simple, and a date was set for half a month later, calculated by the village head to be an auspicious day, leaving just enough time to prepare.

Days were busy and bustling, and soon it was the wedding day.

The ceremony took place in the village. Since the original owner was an orphan with no parents, and so was Fu Huaichu, the procession was just a simple walk-through.

The village wasn’t big, with only eight or nine tables set out. Su Zhiruan’s courtyard was decorated with large red lanterns.

Her head was covered with a red veil, dressed in a red wedding gown, her hand holding one end of a red silk.

Fu Huaichu was also in red wedding attire. Handsome as he was, this outfit made him look exceptionally fair and appealing, standing to one side, unknowingly captivating many young women.

Erya was among them, her nose almost bent out of shape seeing Su Zhiruan had found such an outstanding husband.

But in that moment, no one bothered to pay any attention to such an insignificant person.

“Bow to the heavens and the earth—”

“Bow to the high hall—”

“Bow to each other—”

“The ceremony is complete—enter the bridal chamber—”

…

After the three bows, Su Zhiruan was helped back to the room by Fu Huaichu.

She sat on the bed and through her head veil, could faintly see Fu Huaichu moving around.

“Husband?” she curiously asked.

Then, she saw the man in front of her slow his steps, take a deep breath, and then move closer.

“Ruanruan, I am here,” Fu Huaichu’s tone was very moving, especially now, it seemed particularly beguiling, “Let me lift your veil.”

He sat beside Su Zhiruan, looking at the red veil over her head, yet he did not use a festive term to lift it.

At that moment, the noise outside was deafening. Everyone was drinking, clinking glasses, women talking about children, talking about men, endless discussions, and children running around the tables, laughter everywhere.

But inside Su Zhiruan’s room, there was not a single sound; the noise seemed incompatible here, fading further and further away.

“Brother Erniu—”

Just as Su Zhiruan began to inquire, she suddenly felt her waist gripped by a man’s hand, then a whirl of rotation, and through the red veil, a kiss softly landed on the corner of her mouth.

After that, the kiss did not leave but slowly, bit by bit, moved from her cheek to her nose, then to her lips.

The red veil on Su Zhiruan’s head had not yet been taken off, her vision was all red, and she could only feel Fu Huaichu’s movements.

“I think…” his voice was muffled.

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But Su Zhiruan naturally knew what he wanted to say; she blushed.