Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 288: After Kicking Out the Scumbag, the Indifferent Buddhist Heir Dotes on His Wife 88

"It’s already been ten years," Zhou Mingyu also sighed, his gaze shifting tenderly toward Su Zhiruan, unable to escape the doting and deep love that lingered in his eyes, which he himself didn’t even realize, he teased, "Why would we be an old married couple, We’ve still got twenty years, thirty years, lots more time ahead."

In his pitch-black pupils, there was only her.

Ten years had passed, but she still looked as young and beautiful as when they first met, time hadn’t left any traces on her face, but rather, his love for her had multiplied endlessly.

He felt incredibly fortunate to have been chosen by her amidst the vast sea of people and the great currents of the world, and to have chosen her in return.

They were the happiest and most suitable couple in the world.

"How wonderful," Su Zhiruan smiled.

Yes, how wonderful.

...

After watching the sunset, they walked into the temple hand in hand.

In the center of the temple courtyard, there was a huge tree where a few people were hanging plaques and red strings before clasping their hands in a prayer to make their wishes.

Next to the tree sat an old monk, his eyes closed, with two buckets of divination sticks beside him.

"Master, can we draw lots here?" Su Zhiruan and Zhou Mingyu approached, and she asked.

The old monk nodded and passed over the bucket of sticks, "Shake it."

Su Zhiruan took it, gently shook it, and a stick fell out; Zhou Mingyu picked it up, and it read as a superior fortune.

"A superior fortune, we’re very lucky," Zhou Mingyu said with a smile as he handed the stick to her.

"You two are a perfect match," the old monk suddenly spoke, appraising Su Zhiruan and Zhou Mingyu, "Extremely good fates, it’s our honor that you have come here."

Su Zhiruan responded humbly, "We don’t deserve such honor."

"However, something has been following you, probably resentment that has yet to dissipate," the old monk glanced behind Su Zhiruan and then shifted his gaze back, "Would you like to see it?"

Su Zhiruan and Zhou Mingyu exchanged a glance, then she said, "What is it?"

"Please follow me, the two of you," the old monk stood up and led them into the meditation room.

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Somehow, after his chanting, two shadows slowly materialized before Su Zhiruan and Zhou Mingyu.

It was Bai Yueyou and Jiang Beiyu.

"I have always followed you," Bai Yueyou’s voice was hoarse, filled with jealousy.

She saw with her own eyes, her daughter calling Su Zhiruan "Mom," and Su Zhiruan healing her wounds, feeding her until she was plump and healthy, treating her like her own child.

And that disciple, whom she never valued, had now grown into a confident figure.

She watched Su Zhiruan’s family full of joy, her husband’s doting, the children obedient and sensible, the in-laws reasonable, and her own family providing strong support. For a moment, she didn’t know whether to feel envy or jealousy.

But in the end, people are dead, and whatever she thought, it didn’t matter anymore.

Jiang Beiyu, when he had been chopped into pieces by her, even had his tongue pulled out, and he could not speak now.

But the regret in his eyes was palpable.

How could there be a cure for regret in this world?!

He could only descend to the eighteenth level of Hell, due to those filthy deeds he had done.

With the old monk’s incantation, these two completely dissipated into the air.

"They got what they deserved," Zhou Mingyu said, protecting her as they walked out, summarizing them both in four words.

Su Zhiruan leaned against him, "Let’s not worry about them, let’s hang our plaques!"

"Alright, I’ll pick out the best one," Zhou Mingyu said with a relaxed tone, stepping forward to choose a plaque.

After much deliberation, Su Zhiruan also selected a plaque she liked.

When they showed each other what they had picked, they were astonished to discover they had chosen a matching set!

[From life to death, we stand together in this pledge]

[Holding hands with you, with you till old age do we trek]

"Without a pair of colorful phoenix wings, there’s still a telepathic understanding between faithful hearts."

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Two vermillion plaques hung on the treetops, swaying gently in the breeze.