radicalducati Chapter 331 The Charming Painter 32
Chapter 331 The Charming Painter 32
After Liu Yunshu fully recovered and Jiang Chi became a world champion, Liu's parents set about arranging their wedding.
The wedding was scheduled for early autumn, when the sycamore leaves were just turning pale gold and the air was filled with the refreshing fragrance of osmanthus.
The courtyard of the Liu family's old house was decorated with great elegance, with white roses climbing all over the archway and champagne-colored ribbons hanging down, swaying gently in the wind.
Liu Yunshu took her father's hand and walked forward on the stone path covered with rose petals.
The wind carries the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms through the courtyard, to the end of the red carpet behind the white rose archway.
Jiang Chi stood there in a sharp white suit, staring intently at her, his eyes gleaming with a light she had never seen before.
At the end of the red carpet, Liu's father placed her hand in Jiang Chi's palm.
Jiang Chi's palms were burning hot, and he gripped them tightly, as if he wanted to knead her into his very bones.
The emcee stood at the front, holding a microphone and reciting the vows of blessing.
"Miss Liu Yunshu, are you willing to marry Mr. Jiang Chi, regardless of..."
In the audience, Shen Hanyi sat next to Liu Chengyan.
His gaze lingered on the perfect couple on the stage for a moment, then he couldn't help but steal a glance at his friend beside him.
Today, Ryu Seung-eon wore a finely crafted dark gray suit, and his tie was tied meticulously.
Behind the gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes were calm and unwavering as he quietly watched the ceremony unfold.
He seemed to be just an ordinary older brother who came to wish his sister well.
Shen Hanyi secretly muttered to himself:
This guy... really just accepted it like that?
Have you let go?
That's incredible!
Given his obsessive nature, could he be outwardly calm but secretly plotting some earth-shattering wedding abduction?
"What kind of look is that?"
Liu Chengyan did not turn his head, his voice was very low, but it carried his usual sharpness.
"It's nothing, it's nothing."
Shen Hanyi immediately sat up straight, clenched her fist and coughed lightly to cover up her lapse in composure.
But his suspicions grew stronger: Had the sun really risen in the west? Had this guy changed his ways?
The wedding went smoothly.
Inside the new house, Lin Chuchu sat beside Liu Yunshu on the edge of the bed covered with a bright red wedding quilt, her tone filled with sincere teasing and感慨:
"You look so beautiful today, I almost don't recognize you."
"Thanks,"
Liu Yunshu responded softly, her gaze falling on her friend's face. After hesitating for a moment, she finally spoke.
"Chuchu, a month from now... I'd like to invite you to another wedding."
A clear look of astonishment and confusion flashed in Lin Chuchu's eyes: "Another... wedding?"
She looked at the festive decorations filling the room, then at Liu Yunshu's calm yet somewhat complicated gaze, and couldn't understand it for a moment.
"Yes," Liu Yunshu nodded, offering no further explanation, but simply squeezed her hand, "You'll find out when the time comes."
At that moment, the door to the new house was gently pushed open, and Jiang Chi walked in.
He gave Lin Chuchu a polite nod, then his gaze fell on Liu Yunshu.
His eyes instantly softened, as if filled with the starlight of the entire night.
Lin Chuchu immediately stood up tactfully and patted Liu Yunshu's shoulder with a smile.
"Alright, I won't be a third wheel and disturb your wedding night."
She turned and walked towards the door. As she passed Jiang Chi, she couldn't help but wink, half-jokingly and half-seriously giving him a word of advice:
"Jiang Chi, you'd better treat our Yun Shu well."
A warm smile spread across Jiang Chi's face as he solemnly replied, "Don't worry."
After Lin Chuchu's figure disappeared outside the door and she gently closed the door, only the two of them remained in the bridal chamber.
A faint rose scent and a subtle tension lingered in the air.
Jiang Chi walked up to Liu Yunshu, bent down, and gently embraced her.
His chin rested on the top of her soft hair, and he took a deep breath, the air filled with the fragrance of her hair.
His voice lowered, carrying with it the boundless tenderness of a long-cherished wish fulfilled and a barely perceptible tremor:
"Yun Shu... I've finally, really married you."
His embrace was broad and warm, with a deep, mellow tenderness.
Liu Yunse nodded gently in his arms, her nose lingering on his clean and refreshing scent.
"Um,"
She responded softly.
Then, as if summoning some kind of courage, she tilted her head slightly, leaned forward, and pressed her soft lips to the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Chi's breath hitched, as if he had been struck by a tiny electric current.
The next moment, he tightened his arms and pulled her into a tight embrace, as if he wanted to merge her into his own body.
This kiss, tinged with a rare initiative and shyness from her, was like a carefully preserved ember.
It instantly ignited the emotions that had been suppressed and deeply felt for too long in his heart.
He lowered his head and deepened the kiss with gentle yet firm strokes.
As their lips met, the air was filled with the lingering scent of gardenias from her hair and the crisp fragrance of white roses stained her wedding dress.
They blend together to create a unique and intoxicating atmosphere that belongs to this moment.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
A month later, on a secluded island on the other side of the world.
The pristine white chapel sits on a cliff overlooking the sea, its blue roof and white walls appearing pure and sacred against the backdrop of the azure sea and sky.
The sea breeze, carrying a salty, damp scent, drifted through the open window, bringing with it the rhythmic murmur of distant waves.
Shen Hanyi sat on a bench in the front row of the church.
Looking at Liu Chengyan, who was dressed in a crisp black suit and whose back was unusually silent, he couldn't help but mutter to himself:
"This guy... could he have gone crazy from some kind of shock? Coming here alone to get married?"
"And they insisted on dragging me all the way from thousands of miles away to be some kind of witness... what a damn witness!"
As he was grumbling to himself, someone sat down in the empty seat next to him.
Shen Hanyi subconsciously turned her head and was stunned: "Miss Lin? What are you doing here?"
He remembered clearly that this Lin Chuchu was Liu Yunshu's best friend, and had just attended Jiang Chi and Liu Yunshu's wedding a month ago.
Lin Chuchu gathered her hair, which had been ruffled by the sea breeze, and whispered:
"Yun Shu invited me here."
She paused, looked at Liu Chengyan's solitary figure in front of her, and couldn't help but lower her voice to ask.
"Dr. Shen, who is Mr. Liu marrying today?"
The moment Lin Chuchu finished speaking, the heavy oak door of the church, carved with simple patterns, was slowly pushed open from the outside.
In the center of the light, a slender figure stood against the light and slowly walked in.
Liu Yunshu.
She was wearing a wedding dress that was completely different from the one she wore a month ago, and she was holding Jiang Chi's arm.
Shen Hanyi was so shocked she almost jumped off her chair!
His eyes widened, his gaze shifting back and forth between Jiang Chi, Liu Yunshu, and Liu Chengyan, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly.
"Holy crap... are we going this far?!"
His usually brilliant mind was completely unable to process the absurd and shocking scene before him.
Lin Chuchu was completely stunned. Her fingertips unconsciously clenched the hem of her skirt, and her heart pounded wildly in her chest.
Liu Chengyan stood there, his gaze fixed on Liu Yunshu the entire time.
From the moment she pushed open the church door, her world consisted of only him and her.
Jiang Chi stopped and gently patted Liu Yunshu's hand, his voice low and gentle: "Go."
Liu Yunshu's fingertips trembled slightly as she looked up at him.
Jiang Chi smiled at her, a smile that carried a hint of helplessness, a touch of tenderness, and a sense of compromise that only they could understand.
He released his grip, stepped aside, and stood next to Shen Hanyi.
"Holy crap! Bro! You...you..."
Shen Hanyi looked at him, her expression beyond admiration; it was as if she had seen an alien.
"You're really... I'm impressed! I'm completely in awe!"
Jiang Chi twitched the corner of his mouth, said nothing, but his gaze remained fixed on Liu Yunshu.
His eyes churned with emotions that others couldn't decipher—a mixture of tenderness, reluctance, and a hint of resigned indulgence.
Yunshu, as long as you are happy, I don't care what happens to me.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
A villa by the sea.
Liu Yunshu leaned back in a rattan chair on the terrace, holding a picture book in her hand.
Jiang Chi sat beside her, his gaze fixed on her, filled with tenderness.
Footsteps sounded behind me.
Liu Chengyan walked over carrying two steaming cups of milk.
He gently placed one of the cups in Liu Yunshu's hand and said softly, "Drink it while it's hot to warm your stomach; the sea breeze is refreshing."
He casually shoved the other cup into Jiang Chi's hand, as if it were just a routine action.
Jiang Chi's fingers touched the warm cup, paused slightly, and he looked up at Liu Chengyan.
The other person had already turned around and sat down next to Liu Yunshu very naturally, with his arm casually resting on the back of the chair behind her.
His voice was deep: "Want to get up early tomorrow to watch the sunrise? I checked the weather forecast, it's sunny."
Liu Yunshu nodded.
As night deepened, the sea breeze carried the sound of the waves, making the surroundings exceptionally quiet.
The two men's eyes met silently in the air for a moment.
Invisible sparks seemed to fly in the air, and a certain consensus was eventually reached.
Liu Yunshu looked at Liu Chengyan leaning against the window, her eyes full of suspicion.
"Ayan, are you sure this is the latest push-up?"
Liu Chengyan adjusted his glasses, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.
"Of course, if you don't believe me, ask Jiang Chi. He's a professional."
Liu Yunshu turned her head and looked at Jiang Chi with a mixture of belief and doubt. He was supporting Liu Yunshu's waist and correcting her posture.
He glanced down at Liu Chengyan, and then softly said to Liu Yunshu, following his words, "It is indeed a new training method."
Liu Yunshu blinked, her gaze shifting between the two.
"Okay, let's hang in there a little longer."
The warm yellow moonlight streamed in through the French windows and fell on Liu Yunshu.
Jiang Chi held her waist, his fingertips gently tracing her waistline.
Feeling the delicate skin beneath his palm, he spoke in an extremely soft voice:
"Straighten your back a bit more, don't slouch, or you'll get tired easily."
After a short while, Liu Chengyan gently coaxed:
"Sweetie~ You're too tense. Relax a bit, or your arms will be sore tomorrow. You need to exercise gradually."
Liu Yunshu gazed at the crescent moon, blinked, and her arms began to tremble slightly.
This new push-up workout is really tiring!
It was completely swallowed up by the suddenly increasing sound of waves crashing against the rocks outside the window.
The sound of the waves was deep and powerful, yet also carried an endless, lingering tenderness.