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Chapter 298 The Innocent Yet Alluring Nephew's Wife 29

Five months later, Fu Yanshen returned to Suzhou with Liu Yunshu.

The car continued to drive into the old town's cobblestone streets.

This time, however, Liu Yunshu took his arm and curiously looked at the white walls and black tiles along the way.

"Mr. Fu, where are you taking me?"

She shook his arm, her eyes filled with excited curiosity.

"Is it... that secret?"

Fu Yanshen turned his head to look at her, a smile he couldn't hide in his eyes. He reached out and ruffled her hair, his voice warm and deep: "You'll know when we get there."

The car slowly came to a stop in front of the Lin family workshop.

Liu Yunshu stared at the carved wooden door and the ancient plaque above the door that read "Lin Family Workshop," her face full of doubt.

"What are we doing here?"

Fu Yanshen took her hand and pushed open the door to enter.

The wintersweet in the courtyard was in full bloom, its subtle fragrance wafting through the air, while several apprentices remained focused on manipulating silk threads.

Next to a display case on one side of the main hall, a magnificent phoenix crown has been added.

A bright red wedding dress hangs to the side, like a rosy cloud, exuding a breathtaking beauty in its tranquility.

Liu Yunshu suddenly stopped walking, and her breath hitched slightly.

The phoenix crown was made of red gold, with a nine-tailed phoenix holding pearls and red coral beads, swirling around it.

The tail feathers are spread out using the kingfisher feather inlay technique, and their bright colors are as if they have been tempered with the glow of the sunset.

The lotus scroll pattern meanders along the crown, and every stitch and thread is so exquisite that it is almost divine.

The bright red wedding dress on the side is woven with Suzhou embroidery, with twin lotus flowers and intertwined irises spreading from the hem to the neckline.

Pearls scattered like stars, shimmering with a soft glow as the light shifts.

She stood there, stunned, her fingertips trembling slightly, and tears welling up in her eyes.

Suddenly, I remembered that a long time ago, I had leaned against him and casually said, "You look so beautiful in your phoenix coronet and wedding gown."

It turns out he remembered everything.

It turns out that the secret he had kept hidden for so long was actually such a grand and solemn sentiment.

Do you like it?

Fu Yanshen gently embraced her from behind, his chin resting on her hair, his voice so tender it seemed to melt water.

"The master craftsmen at the Lin family workshop spent five months modifying every detail to your liking."

Liu Yunshu turned around, threw herself into his arms, and tears fell unexpectedly, soaking his shirt.

She raised her hand and gently punched his chest, her voice trembling with tears, yet unable to hide her overwhelming joy:

"Why...why didn't you tell me sooner? I've been wondering about this for so long..."

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly, his fingertips gently tracing the corner of her eye, caressing the blush: "Too early, what kind of surprise is this?"

He took her hand and led her to the phoenix coronet and wedding gown.

"Give it a try? Mr. Lin said today is the perfect time to wrap things up, and if anything doesn't go well, we can adjust it again."

Mr. Lin stepped forward with a smile, followed by two apprentices, who carefully lifted the phoenix crown.

"Miss Liu, rest assured, the weight of this phoenix crown has been balanced, and the ribbons of the wedding gown have been padded, ensuring a comfortable wearing experience."

Liu Yunshu walked into the fitting room inside.

The apprentice carefully helped her change into her wedding dress, gently tied her hair into a bun, and then gently placed the phoenix crown on her head.

The woman in the bronze mirror is dazzling in her bright red wedding dress.

The kingfisher feathers and pearls on the phoenix crown shone brightly, making her skin look as white as snow and her eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as a painting. A shyness and happiness quietly permeated her eyes.

Fu Yanshen stood quietly by the door, his gaze fixed on her, his eyes filled with unwavering amazement and deep affection.

Liu Yunshu looked at herself in the mirror, then looked at him through the mirror, her heart pounding like a drum.

Her fingertips lightly touched the pearl tassels hanging from the phoenix crown, and the tassels swayed.

Tiny spots of light fell on her flushed cheeks, as if kissed by the sunset.

"Mr. Fu..."

She turned around, her skirt swaying gently in a circle, her voice still slightly choked, but her smile as bright as a star.

"Is your wife...beautiful?"

Fu Yanshen's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his gaze seemingly glued to her, as if he wanted to etch her into his very bones.

He approached step by step, his fingertips lightly brushing against the swaying tassels at her temples, inadvertently brushing against her cheek, the heat burning her skin.

"beautiful."

His voice was low and hoarse, each word clear and firm.

"She is the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life."

He leaned down, his forehead touching hers, their noses meeting.

As their breaths mingled, one could clearly smell the faint scent of roses in her hair, mixed with the rustic aroma of the wood and silk threads on her phoenix crown.

"Yun Shu,"

He raised his hand, gently grasped her wrist, and placed her hand against his heart.

"This place has long since fallen to you."

Liu Yunshu gazed into his deep eyes, which were filled with starlight, reflecting only her image.

She tiptoed and kissed his lips.

The pearls on the phoenix crown gently clinked together, making a soft, tinkling sound, as if providing accompaniment for this confession.

After the kiss, she leaned against him.

Listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat, my fingertips tracing the buttons of his shirt, I softly asked:

"So... when should we have our wedding?"

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly, raised his hand and ruffled her hair, causing the tassels of her phoenix crown to sway gently and brush against his fingertips.

"Next spring."

He paused, and a hint of hoarseness suddenly crept into his voice.

"But now... I'm starting to regret it."

Liu Yunshu looked up at him, her eyes still glistening with tears, and asked in a soft, puzzled voice, "What are you regretting?"

Fu Yanshen leaned down, his lips brushing against the pearl tassels by her ear, causing the delicate beads to sway gently and make a tinkling sound.

His voice was deep and hoarse, laced with an intense, unyielding possessiveness.

His warm breath soothed her flushed earlobe: "I regret booking so late."

He gently traced the lotus pattern on her wedding dress with his fingertips, his fingertips brushing against the delicate embroidery thread, the touch as soft and warm as her lips.

"From the first moment I saw you in this wedding dress, I wanted to marry you immediately and never let anyone else covet you again."

Liu Yunshu's cheeks instantly burned, and even her ears turned crimson.

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Back in Beijing, time flowed by like a gentle stream, quietly passing through winter, and before I knew it, spring had arrived.

Fu Yanshen decided to hold the wedding at the Fu family's old residence.

The courtyard had already been decorated anew, with bright red silk ribbons wrapped around the pillars.

It is adorned with tiny pearls and gilded pieces, which rustle softly in the wind, like a joyful murmur throughout the courtyard.

A layered red silk dome was erected in the center of the courtyard, and countless palace lanterns hung beneath it.

The lantern tassels hung down like flowing tassels, casting a warm red glow on the blue brick floor.

The magnolia in the corner is in full bloom, its white petals contrasting beautifully with the bright red "double happiness" character.

The delicate fragrance, mixed with the sweet scent in the air, permeated every corner.

Guests had already gathered, including business tycoons, family members, and friends.

Following Fu Yanshen's arrangement, they quietly waited for the newlyweds to make their appearance.

When the auspicious time arrived, the music and rituals began.

The clear, melodious suona and the graceful sheng and xiao intertwined, opening everyone's hearts.

Fu Yanshen was dressed in a bright red ceremonial robe embroidered with gold dragons, his posture upright like a pine tree.

Her eyes were filled with tenderness, her gaze fixed on the end of the red carpet, and even her breathing became lighter.

At the other end of the red carpet, Liu Yunshu walked slowly with Grandpa Fu on her arm.

Adorned in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, her crimson phoenix bones shimmered with iridescent light.

The nine-tailed phoenix seemed about to take flight from its crown, its emerald feathers shimmering in the sunlight.

The tassels of pearls and red coral beads swayed gently, making a tinkling sound.

A faint smile played in her eyes, which were misty with tears, as she walked step by step toward Fu Yanshen.

Fu Yanshen's Adam's apple bobbed, and he unconsciously took two steps forward to meet him.

The deep affection in his eyes was almost overflowing, his gaze fixed firmly on the person before him.

It was as if all the guests and the dazzling lights in the courtyard had become a blurred background.

She was the only one left in the world, dressed in bright red, dazzlingly beautiful.

Grandpa Fu gently placed Liu Yunshu's hand into Fu Yanshen's palm.

His aged fingertips, imbued with a warm strength, gently patted the backs of their clasped hands, his eyes overflowing with contentment.

"Ah Shen, I'm entrusting Yun Shu to you. From now on, you must treat her well and protect her for a lifetime of peace and happiness."

"Don't worry, Dad."

Fu Yanshen's voice was deep and resolute as he tightly enveloped her hand in his palm, his fingertips caressing her delicate skin, which was burning hot.

"I will never betray her in this lifetime."

Liu Yunshu looked up, her eyes glistening with tears, but her smile bloomed like spring flowers.

She gently squeezed his hand back, as if she were holding onto all the warmth and peace for the rest of her life.

The music grew more melodious as the two walked side by side toward the altar, each step a tacit understanding between them.

Applause erupted from the guests' seats.

Shen Qingqing sat in the front seat, waving her hand vigorously. Her eyes were red and swollen, but her smile was brighter than anyone else's.

The former subordinates of the Fu Group nodded in admiration as they saw the unprecedented tenderness in their president's eyes.

This marriage has finally come to a happy ending.

After the wedding, Fu Yanshen took Liu Yunshu back to their lakeside villa.

He carefully helped Liu Yunshu into the entrance hall, and first removed her phoenix crown with his fingertips.

Liu Yunshu raised her hand to rub her sore neck. Just as she was about to turn around, Fu Yanshen firmly wrapped his arm around her waist from behind.

His warm palms pressed against the silk of her wedding dress, the warmth seeping through the fabric and making her skin feel hot.

"Tired?"

His chin rested on the top of her head, his voice filled with the tenderness of newlyweds, mingled with the lingering scent of roses in her hair, filling the air with his breath.

"Yeah, a little."

Liu Yunshu tilted her head back and nuzzled his chin, her voice as soft and sweet as honey.

"But my heart is full of sweetness."

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest transmitted through their skin, carrying a reassuring power.

He gently untied the ribbons of her wedding dress with his fingertips, and the red silk slowly slid down her shoulders, revealing the soft, moon-white satin undergarment.

"Go take a bath first. I've had the water prepared, and there's some warm bird's nest in the kitchen. It'll be ready to drink after you've finished bathing."

His lips kissed the crown of her head, his fingertips gently caressing her waistline with restrained tenderness.

Liu Yunshu nodded, her eyes brimming with undisguised sweetness.

"Then wait for me."

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Liu Yunshu was soaking in a warm bath, with rose petals floating on the surface.

The steamy vapors washed over my shoulders, and the calming aromatherapy in the bathroom soothed away all my fatigue.

She was getting drowsy from soaking in the water when ripples appeared on the surface.

Liu Yunshu's languid hand suddenly gripped the edge of the bathtub, causing the rose petals on the surface of the tub to ripple with the water.

Her jade-like feet emerged from the water, and the remaining water droplets slid down her taut instep, landing on the tiles by the pool and splashing up tiny ripples.

Just as she was lost in a half-asleep state, a pair of well-defined hands suddenly braced themselves on the edge of the bathtub.

A warm breath followed, mingling with the crisp scent of cedarwood emanating from him.

It dispelled the sweetness of the roses in the bath and added a touch of fiery tension.

"Fu Yanshen, didn't you say you'd wait for me to come out? Why...?"

The blush from the corners of Liu Yunshu's eyes spread to her temples, and her eyelashes, glistening with fine moisture, trembled gently like butterfly wings covered in morning dew.

She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with a mixture of reproach and tenderness: "How did you sneak in? And..."

"What else?" Fu Yanshen leaned down, drops of water trickling down her hair and landing on her collarbone. "Don't you like it?"

"I like it... but with you like this, I can't even take a proper bath."

Liu Yunshu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously gripped the jade handrail by the pool, her knuckles tinged with a light pink.

The warm bathwater washed over his chest, but it couldn't dampen the heat surging in his eyes.

Even his breath was tinged with a scalding temperature, and his voice trembled slightly at the end, like a soft murmur softened by steam.

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly, his voice deep and husky, so alluring that it seemed to melt away the smoke. Mixed with the fragrance from the bathroom, the sound filled the air and was incredibly captivating.