Part 1
Marriage was an important event.
For some people, marriage was a troublesome matter that they could avoid if possible. But it was apparent that she had no say in the matter. Despite her resentment, Ye Ci was smart enough to keep her mouth shut. She sat in front of the mirror and stared at the makeup artists and hairstylists working in circles around her. Her mind was wandering.
Her hair was tied up in a simple bun and decorated with crystals. It matched well with her simple but dazzling wedding gown. But Ye Ci could only think of one thing when she looked at herself in the mirror. Ahhh, these hairstylists are so strong! My scalp is about to be ripped off! My temples are throbbing with pain.
But even so, she had to put on a shy face to match the compliments, "What a beautiful bride!" What Ye Ci really wanted to say was, "Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!" I can say something insignificant with a smile on my face.
On their way to the church, Yi Qingchen stared at Ye Ci, who was dressed in a white gown, and rubbed his chin, "I think your face is very dark."
"Is that so?" Ye Ci immediately jumped up from her seat and pushed Absalom away from her seat. Ignoring Absalom's pleas for safety, she took a look at her own face through the rearview mirror. The person in the rearview mirror had a rosy face and peachy cheeks. She looked exceptionally enchanting and charming, not at all like her usual self. Ye Ci returned to her seat, "Where's the smudge on my face?" She asked Fleeting Time. "What's wrong with you?"
Absalom shouted, "I'll make sure that you'll see black if you charge at me again."
Ye Ci rolled her eyes at Absalom and frowned at Fleeting Time, "Which part of my face is dark?"
Fleeting Time raised an eyebrow and flashed a meaningful smile at Ye Ci, "Do you mind?"
"Of course! This is the result of two hours of torture. If it gets dirty, wouldn't it be even more unlucky to be tormented for another two hours? " She then let out a sigh, "Fleeting Time, who was the one who set this rule? Why did they have to torture the bride when they were getting married?"
Fleeting Time chuckled, "Isn't this a tradition?"
Absalom, who was sitting in front of Fleeting Time, interjected, "Who said that a wedding is only about torturing the bride? You'll see how the groom is tormented very soon. "
Yep, Absalom was a jinx. What he said came true very quickly.
Fleeting Time, who was confident in his ability to hold his liquor, was completely knocked out by the third round. Fortunately, his groomsmen were the ones who helped him out of the predicament. In the face of a drunken groom, disrupting the bridal chamber was nothing. Therefore, the two of them actually bypassed the gates of hell.
When Fleeting Time finally regained consciousness, the room was already silent. He laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling. It took him a long time to remember what day it was. When he finally remembered what day it was, he immediately reached for the pillow beside him, but there was nothing there. He turned his head slightly, and there was nothing there. On the other side of the bed, there was not a single crease on the mattress. It was obvious that no one had touched it.
This … This doesn't feel right.
Fleeting Time stared at the empty space beside him, and his mind finally cleared up. He suddenly realized something. Something is very wrong! It seems that I've lost my other half on the most important day of my life! "Ye Ci." Fleeting Time's first reaction was to call out to Ye Ci.
The room was empty. It was as if the echoes of his voice were still floating in the air, but the voice that was supposed to appear did not appear.
Fleeting Time sat up and shook his dizzy head. He quickly scanned his surroundings, and sure enough, Ye Ci was nowhere to be found. He immediately got off the bed and rushed into the bathroom. There was no one there. He then ran out of the bedroom and searched the rooms one by one. There was still no one there.
No way! Fleeting Time's heart skipped a beat. Did I really lose my bride because I drank too much? Is there really such a thing as a mistake? He stood in the corridor and pondered for a moment. He then rushed into the bedroom and took out his phone to give Ye Ci a call.
"Sorry, the subscriber you have dialed is unavailable." The cold voice from the other side of the phone shattered the last shred of calmness in Fleeting Time's heart. He grabbed a jacket and made his way out of the room while calling his buddies.
"… Yes, she's gone. I don't care what happened when you returned, but she's gone now. If you're my buddies …" Fleeting Time clamped the phone between his shoulder and ear as he put on his jacket and made his way out of the room. As he walked out of the living room, he noticed the light on the sofa. Why is it on? Fleeting Time took another look, and immediately stopped himself from taking a step out.
The woman who had just become his wife was sitting upright on the sofa in the corner of the room. She was sitting cross-legged on the sofa. Her makeup had long been washed off, and her hair was untied. She was wearing a set of white cotton pajamas. Yep, she's very conservative. At this very moment, the woman who was supposed to be enjoying her first night with him was sitting on the sofa with her head lowered. She was busy opening red packets.
A strange feeling crept into Fleeting Time's heart. It was a feeling that he had lost her, and it was a feeling that he had just experienced. Of course, there was anger as well. He stood there and stared at Ye Ci in silence. He was still trying to think of a way to teach this stranger a lesson when Ye Ci raised her head and greeted him, "Are you going out at this hour?"
"Hmm?" Fleeting Time's head was already dizzy, and he immediately forgot what he was thinking. He stood by the door and stared at Ye Ci, who was still happily opening red packets.
"Oh. Remember to bring your keys with you. I won't be able to wake you up when I'm asleep." Ye Ci did not even bat an eyelid this time. She continued counting the money in the red packets. Her fingers were slender and fair to begin with. It was a beautiful sight to behold as she ran her fingers through the colorful banknotes.
But … But … Something's not right!
We've just gotten married okay? Is there a need to be so calm? Is there a need to act like an old married couple?
Fleeting Time's mind was in a daze. He did not know if it was his emotions, the alcohol, or Ye Ci's calmness that caused his lips to twitch. He cleared his throat and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'm counting money." A frown appeared on Ye Ci's face as she replied to Fleeting Time. She then began counting the money again. It was apparent that she had forgotten where she was counting the money when she spoke to Fleeting Time, and had no choice but to start counting from the beginning. Ye Ci rolled her eyes at Fleeting Time. Her eyes were filled with a warning to Fleeting Time not to disturb her while she was counting her money. Fleeting Time's eyebrows twitched.
"I know you're counting money. I mean, why are you sitting here counting money?" Fleeting Time walked up to Ye Ci and looked down at her as she played with the banknotes in her hand.
"I think the environment here is good. I'm in a good mood when I count money," Ye Ci answered without looking up.
"You're in a bad mood in the bedroom?"
"Money is too dirty. If I count it in the bedroom, it's easy to spread germs everywhere. It's better to count it in the living room." Ye Ci stopped in her tracks once again. It seemed that the conversation with Fleeting Time had disrupted her train of thought. She let out a sigh and stared at Fleeting Time with an annoyed look on her face. Her tone was polite, but her eyes betrayed her displeasure at Fleeting Time's repeated interruption.
Fleeting Time was speechless. That … That … That's not the main point of the problem.
Fleeting Time let out a sigh as he stared into her eyes, "That's not the point, is it?" he said in a low voice as he bent down beside Ye Ci, "I don't think that's the point."
"Huh?" It was Ye Ci's turn to raise an eyebrow.
Fleeting Time let out another sigh, "But it's our wedding night. Shouldn't we be doing something more meaningful?" Fleeting Time's voice was low, and there was even a hint of alcohol in his breath. It was as if he was intoxicated by the smell of alcohol in his mouth.
Ye Ci raised an eyebrow even higher. She was not an innocent girl, and she did not understand what Fleeting Time was saying. But she smiled mischievously at Fleeting Time, "Is there anything more meaningful than counting money on our wedding night?" She patted the stacks of cash on the coffee table and smiled proudly, "Look, a moment like this is worth more than money …"
Fleeting Time lowered his head and let out a sigh. He then raised his head and kissed Ye Ci's lips without hesitation. He sucked on her tongue and pulled her into his arms, "I think some things are more important than counting money. But you obviously don't think so. Why don't we have a spar?" If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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