The high school senior class 1 chat group, which had been silent for years, was completely buzzing today.
“Did you guys see the newspaper?”
“Forget the newspaper, it’s already being broadcast on TV!”
“Ahhh, I can’t believe Zong Yuan’s family is such a massive wealthy family! A wealthy family! Oh my god, I never thought I’d one day have contact with a real young master in real life, ahhh!”
“Why are you so excited? Didn’t you see the key point?”
“What key point? Zong Yuan and Fu Xin are getting married! I saw it, but can’t I just ignore that part?”
“Did you all forget? Fu Xin is also in this group. Fu Xin!”
“Let’s go again—Fu Xin!”
“Keep up with the flow—Fu Xin!”
Fu Xin’s phone kept pinging, but he had no time to care about it. He was currently squatting at the bathroom door, eagerly peeking inside.
“Future husband, could you hurry up? I miss you.”
A vein bulged on Zong Yuan’s forehead. “I haven’t even wet my hair yet. I’ve been in here for barely two minutes, okay?”
Fu Xin had a talent for cheesy lines. “Two minutes feel like an hour to me.”
Zong Yuan twitched his lips. “So, at night, just a few minutes would be enough?”
Fu Xin blushed slightly. “At that time, an hour feels like a minute to me.”
Zong Yuan: “…”
What the hell? All my effort every night just turns into a few minutes for him?
Zong Yuan changed the subject. “Why is your phone constantly going off?”
Fu Xin glared at the annoyingly buzzing phone and grudgingly ran over. “I’ll go check.”
Zong Yuan finally let out a breath of relief—the clingy little sweetheart at the door was finally gone.
When Fu Xin looked at his phone, he saw the messages were all from the high school senior class 1 chat group he had completely forgotten about. His face cooled a little as he scrolled up to see what started it all, then he smiled.
He sent a shy emoji.
The main subject had appeared.
The whole group erupted into chaos. They only remembered getting along well with Fu Xin during the latter half of senior year, forgetting all about the humiliations of the first half.
That was Fu Xin—the one about to marry into a wealthy family, the one about to marry Zong Yuan!
Did they even know who Zong Yuan was?
Did they know the status of the Zong family in the capital?
Who could have imagined that someone as ordinary as Fu Xin could marry into a wealthy family and tie the knot with Zong Yuan?
And they had even been classmates with these two!
Holy crap, that’s something to brag about for a lifetime!
Messages kept popping up in the chat group, all sounding very familiar, as if they were long-lost friends. “Where’s the wedding? We’ll send a gift!”
As soon as that message was sent, the entire group fell silent.
A wealthy family’s wedding—there were bound to be big-name guests attending. It was even in the papers. If they got to attend, wouldn’t their colleagues and relatives die of envy?
But this was a wealthy family! Not just anyone could be casually invited.
Fu Xin had always been someone who held grudges and remembered even the smallest slights. Even though he’d later gotten along with these people and maintained a lukewarm peace, he still remembered everything.
Zong Yuan came out of the shower quickly, wearing only a towel around his waist. Just as he stepped out, someone jumped into his arms. Fu Xin buried his head into Zong Yuan’s chest and gave his future husband a kiss. “Zong Yuan…”
Zong Yuan noticed his mood wasn’t good and scooped him up, heading straight for the bed. “What’s wrong? Tell your husband, let me cheer you up.”
Fu Xin: “…” Now, should he say something or not?
In the end, Fu Xin told him everything, recounting the entire situation. Despite knowing it wasn’t right, the people in the group kept begging for invitations. Even Yang Fan couldn’t stop them.
Oh, by the way, Yang Fan and Fu Xin had become good friends, and Yang Fan had already received an invitation. He just hadn’t told anyone yet, for fear that this swarm of people would cling like flies.
After all, it was a wedding—something that only happens once in a lifetime. Who would want to run into people they disliked at their wedding, especially when they could lose their temper?
Zong Yuan glanced at Fu Xin’s phone, raising an eyebrow as he looked at him. “Do you want to see them or not?”
Even though letting them see the stark contrast at the wedding would be quite satisfying, Fu Xin said, “I don’t want to see them at our wedding.”
He added honestly, “I don’t want to be in a bad mood.”
Zong Yuan pinched his face and sent a voice message to the class group. “I welcome anyone to attend my wedding with Fu Xin.”
His voice transmitted clearly, and even through the phone, there was something undeniably alluring about it. Many people listened to it over and over again, not fully grasping the deeper meaning, but already feeling their scalp tingle.
Before they could even start showering praise, Zong Yuan added, “No need to bring extravagant gifts. Anyone attending my wedding should at least think in terms of millions. You wouldn’t want to embarrass yourselves, would you?”
“We’re holding the wedding abroad, and with your formal wear, it’ll easily cost tens of thousands, maybe even hundreds of thousands. If you can manage that, you’re welcome to come. If not…”
Zong Yuan handed the phone to Fu Xin for the final line. Fu Xin glanced at him, a little shy but with a cold tone, “Then don’t come and embarrass yourselves.”
Zong Yuan’s mouth twitched. Every time he saw Fu Xin make those sharp jabs with such a shy exterior, he couldn’t help but admire him. It was oddly satisfying.
Feeling refreshed, Fu Xin didn’t bother with the group anymore and directly exited the chat. If it weren’t for today’s events, he’d have forgotten that group even existed.
Someone knocked on the door from downstairs. “Gentlemen, dinner’s ready!”
Zong Yuan said, “You go first, I’ll change my clothes.”
Fu Xin obediently sat on the bed, looking as if he were glued to the spot, and said innocently, “I’ll wait for you.”
He watched Zong Yuan changing and smiled sweetly.
A couple of days ago, Fu Xin had a dream. In it, he was terribly bullied. Just when he wanted to lash out with a utility knife, he’d always catch sight of Zhang Zhi’liang nearby, so he held back, worried that Zhang Zhi’liang would think badly of him. He held it in until the point he jumped off a building.
The dream was quite strange. After he died, he became a ghost, no longer needing to suppress his feelings. His violent emotions were laid bare and anyone who deserved to die died.
Throughout the dream, Fu Xin was very calm, and when he woke up, there was no sign of unease. He easily realized it was just a dream, even though the details and his reactions in the dream were all rational and realistic. He was still certain it was just a dream.
Why was he so sure?
Because Zong Yuan wasn’t in it.
A world without Zong Yuan was, of course, just a dream.
But the dream still had an uncontrollable effect on Fu Xin. For example, it made him loathe those classmates even more.
However, he didn’t want to hold onto grudges anymore, because Zong Yuan was here.
Instead of obsessing over those things, why not just have more fun in bed?
Ahem.
Zong Yuan and Fu Xin went downstairs together, where Zong Yuan’s parents and Fu Dongqiang were waiting. They were all beaming as they discussed the upcoming wedding.
It had been so long since they had celebrated a big occasion. This time, it was going to be a grand event, with lots of excitement and laughter.
Zong Yuan’s mother was the first to spot them. “Come here, A’Xin, come to mom. What do you think of this outfit?”
Fu Xin waved goodbye to Zong Yuan and hurried over to his mother-in-law’s side.
When it came to the wedding, the person who cared the least was Zong Yuan himself.
On the other hand, Fu Xin, who was envied by so many people, would scroll through comments online every day. Whether it was well wishes or curses, he found himself thoroughly pleased.
No matter how much they envied or resented him, too bad. Zong Yuan was his and his alone.
“Future husband, soon I’ll be able to drop the ‘future’ part.”
Yang Fan, trembling, found Fu Xin and immediately started pretending to cry. “Zong Yuan wasn’t serious, right? Do we really need to bring millions to attend the wedding?”
If that were true, Yang Fan thought, he would never make it to the wedding in this lifetime.
Fu Xin, calm as ever, replied, “You don’t need to bring money. You just have to show up. Don’t worry about travel expenses; I’ll reimburse you once you get here.”
Yang Fan hesitated. “I can afford the travel, but will you cover the cost of the outfit?”
Fu Xin, speechless, said, “Sure.”
Now he understood how Zong Yuan must feel dealing with him sometimes.
He climbed back into bed and rested his head on Zong Yuan’s shoulder. “Fifteen days until you’re officially my husband. Do you ever feel speechless around me?”
Zong Yuan sighed, “What’s with this ‘fifteen days until husband’ nonsense?”
Fu Xin explained, “We’re getting married in fifteen days and then you’ll officially be my husband.”
Zong Yuan’s eyelid twitched. “Didn’t we already get our marriage certificate?”
Fu Xin had locked their marriage certificate away under multiple layers of security. Even Zong Yuan didn’t know where it was. Fu Xin corrected him, “It’s not the same.”
“Fine, whatever you say.”
Fu Xin pulled the book from Zong Yuan’s hands, straddled him, cupped his handsome face, and kissed him on the lips. “Look at me. Am I not better looking than your book?”
The scent of mint that Zong Yuan loved enveloped him.
Fu Xin proposed, “On our wedding day, can I handcuff you to the bed and take the lead?”
He had wanted to do this for a long time—imagine this tall, handsome man cuffed to the bed, completely at his mercy, with everything under his control. He would make sure to take good care of Zong Yuan.
Zong Yuan smiled, “No way.”
Fu Xin deflated, lying limply on top of him. “Why not?”
Zong Yuan patted his butt. “How about I lock you to the bed instead?”
Fu Xin thought about it and a blush slowly crept up his face. “Okay… okay.”
Just imagining it felt exciting.
Zong Yuan: “…”
He had definitely set himself up for this one.
With Fu Xin counting down the days—”Fourteen days until husband,” “Thirteen days until husband”—the whole family started teasing along. They began calling him “thirteen days until daughter-in-law” or “twelve days until son-in-law,” and wherever they went, they’d hear a countdown.
Zong Yuan stayed calm. Even the day before the wedding, he was casually walking Fu Xin back to their room when Fu Xin suddenly pulled away. “Hmm?”
Fu Xin, excited, said, “Tomorrow’s husband, couples aren’t supposed to see each other before the wedding.”
Zong Yuan pointed out mercilessly, “We’ve already seen each other.”
Fu Xin insisted, “Well, then we can’t sleep together.”
Zong Yuan figured giving his brother a break for a night wasn’t a bad idea. Knowing that tomorrow night would be intense, he agreed, “Alright.”
However, in the middle of the night, Fu Xin sneaked into Zong Yuan’s room, clutching his pillow. Once he was snuggled into Zong Yuan’s arms, that familiar sense of comfort and sleepiness washed over him.
He kissed Zong Yuan, and by then it was already past midnight. “Husband, I love you. Fu Xin loves you.”
With a smile in his eyes, he drifted off into a dream. This time, Zong Yuan appeared in his dream, standing beside the podium, his expression calm as his gaze swept the room and finally rested on Fu Xin.
Fu Xin saw himself smiling happily in the dream.
