Fu Nancheng refused to let her go, instead deepening the kiss.
She couldn’t resist and finally lowered her gaze with flushed cheeks.
In the blink of an eye, two minutes had passed, and the driver coughed lightly and said, "It seems our groom has longed for the bride, he’s quite imrsed."
Qiao Mo tried several tis to push him away, her face burning red.
Although Fu Nancheng was reluctant, he knew it wasn’t the ti for indulgence.
He was simply very happy, just very joyous.
All these years, he owed her a wedding, and he owed her a promise.
Although now their children are quite grown up, he still hopes to have a chance to make it up to her.
"Even though the process is a bit disordered, as the host I still need to ask."
"Qiao Mo, do you agree to marry Fu Nancheng? Will you love, support, and accompany him all your life?"
Qiao Mo nodded shyly, her eyes sowhat moist: "I do."
"Fu Nancheng, do you agree to beco Qiao Mo’s husband? Will you love, support, and accompany her all your life?"
"I do."
"Now, I declare, from this mont on, you are officially husband and wife. May you accompany each other, never abandon, grow old together."
Qiao Mo and Fu Nancheng exchanged smiles, and he leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "You haven’t prepared a ring for ."
Qiao Mo was taken aback and then rembered. He gave her a ring, but she didn’t have one for him.
"Make up for it later."
Seeing her nod gently, he revealed a satisfied smile.
In fact, he could have arranged it earlier, but he always hoped the ring would be chosen personally by her, rather than just a formality.
A round of applause erupted from the audience, signaling the completion of the wedding proceedings.
It was expected that the feast would follow, but unexpectedly, there was a press conference to attend. Qiao Mo and Fu Nancheng went upstairs to change clothes and then directly t a group of journalists in a side hall on the first floor.
These journalists were eager and glowing with excitent. Clearly, they had been following this high-profile secret affair for so ti.
At the mont, Qiao Mo was wearing a light green dress, with fiery red lips, her hair elegantly arranged, a stunning beauty.
Fu Nancheng changed into a dark suit, collar slightly open, appearing more relaxed and dashing than his usual solemn deanor.
"Mr. Fu, several years ago you and Miss Qiao held a wedding, but you didn’t show up, nor did you clarify the matter, correct? What made you decide to marry Miss Qiao again?"
Fu Nancheng paused for a mont and then responded solemnly, "Not being able to attend the last wedding is a regret I’ll carry forever."
"So say you were indecisive between Qiao Mo and Qiao Yun. How would you explain this?"
"My heart never wavered; from start to finish, it has only belonged to one woman nad Qiao Mo."
...
After answering more than ten questions, Fu Nancheng raised his hand to signal.
He picked up the microphone and proactively said, "In this life and the next, I will only love one woman, Qiao Mo. Whether in life or death, I will always love her, that’s all I have to say."
With that, Fu Nancheng took Qiao Mo’s hand, revealing a smile.
He led her towards the outer hall, and several reporters stood up: "Mr. Fu... Mr. Fu..."
"Miss Qiao, could we ask you..."
But these voices were intercepted by Uncle Zhong and Shiwu, who pacified the crowd, preserved so equipnt, and invited them to join the wedding banquet.
Fu Nancheng led Qiao Mo to first offer a toast to Old Master Fu, who didn’t show any displeasure. His attention was instead focused on the children Qiqi and Chenchen.
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