74: Chapter 74 Marry Zhao Qingyue First, Then Marry Chen Yuwei

Lin Yun did not expect Zhao Qingyue to confess her feelings in such a way.

The image of her bowing ninety degrees and offering the envelope adorned with a heart with both hands was exactly like the most pure and moving scene from a youth anime.

He was enveloped in a huge surprise, as if a warm tide had washed over his heart.

Having lived two lifetimes, this was the first time he had received such a solemn and heartfelt love letter from a girl.

He did not rush to chase after her fleeing figure.

Instead, he took the letter, which still held the warmth of her fingertips and a faint fragrance, and walked to the lakeside pavilion.

By the last rays of the setting sun, the delicate handwriting leaped off the paper, filled with sincere affection between the lines.

Lin Yun read the contents word by word, slowly and with great care.

The letter was not long, but every word was earnest.

It contained both gratitude for his careful guidance, admiration for his gentle tolerance, and the love that had been suppressed for so long and finally broke through the surface.

After reading it, Lin Yun could not help but read it over and over again, the smile on his lips never fading.

The young master of the Lin family had married again; only ten days had passed since he married Lin Qianxi.

When the news spread, the entire Jiangcheng was stirred up once again.

The speed at which the young master of the Lin family married was simply faster than his Breakthrough in his Martial Artist Realm!

The upper society of Jiangcheng was abuzz with discussion.

Some were envious, some jealous, and some green with envy.

But more than that, they marveled at the Luck of the Lin family and the charm of that mysterious young master.

On the wedding night, the red candles flickered, illuminating the room with warmth.

Lin Yun held a wedding scale and gently lifted the red veil from Zhao Qingyue's head.

The red veil slowly slid off, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.

Zhao Qingyue's makeup was exquisite, her eyebrows like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn water.

Her long eyelashes fluttered gently, carrying a touch of shyness and a touch of anticipation.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were crimson, and her skin was as white as snow; in the candlelight, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Lin Yun was a little mesmerized.

He reached out and gently stroked her cheek, his fingertips touching her delicate skin, feeling her slight trembling.

The air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

"Qingyue..."

Lin Yun called her name softly, his voice filled with an inextricable tenderness.

"...Husband."

Zhao Qingyue responded shyly, her eyes darting away for a moment before bravely meeting his gaze.

Meeting his deep and gentle gaze, her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her chest after just one look.

With their eyes locked, no more words were needed.

Lin Yun leaned down and kissed her soft lips.

This was a gentle and affectionate kiss, carrying their mutual feelings and cherishment.

Lin Yun's movements were very gentle, like melting snow in spring, fine and dense, warm and lingering, slowly smoothing out her nervousness and making her respond clumsily and shyly.

After the kiss, the two pressed their foreheads together, whispering the love hidden deep in their hearts.

There were no flowery words, only the simplest connection of hearts.

From the heartbeat of their first meeting to their life together now, every word was filled with deep affection.

When drinking the nuptial wine, Zhao Qingyue's hand was still trembling slightly, but it was held tightly by Lin Yun.

Their arms intertwined, the wine entered their throats, and sweetness spread.

The sweetness carried a hint of tipsiness, pushing the happiness of this moment to an even greater intensity.

The red curtains fell, shrouding all the shyness and sweetness within.

Only the flickering candlelight and the fragmented, heart-pounding sounds remained, witnessing the conclusion of another beautiful marriage.

Wen Yan had returned.

She had been "clearing her mind" outside for a few days, originally hoping that out of sight would mean out of mind.

But the moment she stepped into the Lin Family Manor and saw the decorations everywhere, she understood instantly.

Well, that brat had married again!

In the dead of night, Wen Yan stood pouting in front of the window of her courtyard, looking at the lights shining from the direction of the main house.

Laughter could be faintly heard from there.

She was wearing a silk nightgown that outlined her mature and alluring curves.

At this moment, however, she looked like a sulking little girl, clutching a small doll in the likeness of Lin Yun in her hand and punching it from time to time:

"You brat, beat you to death! Beat you to death!"

"Marry, marry, marry! That's all you know how to do!"

She had thought that by hiding away for a while, she could slow down the speed of Lin Yun's marriages, but reality had dealt her a heavy blow.

Without her, a Tier 3 Martial Artist expert, present to "go fishing," Lin Yun was still marrying quickly, completely unaffected!

The more Wen Yan thought about it, the angrier she became, and she secretly made up her mind:

When Lin Yun challenges her in the future, she must beat him until he looks like a pig's head!

Yes, beat him hard!

To vent this anger properly!

Five days later.

The Lin Family Manor was once again decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, with red silk hung high and guests filling the doors.

This time, it was to marry Chen Yuwei.

Come to think of it, Chen Yuwei was the one who confessed first, so logically, he should have married her first.

But after Chen Yuwei heard about Zhao Qingyue's "ninety-degree bow to deliver a love letter" confession method.

She was moved by that kind of ultimate youth and shyness belonging to a young girl, feeling that it was the romance that should be cherished and responded to first.

Under her repeated insistence and "giving up her place," Lin Yun married Zhao Qingyue first.

In private, the two women had even "argued" for quite a while about who should go first, politely yielding to each other.

In the end, Chen Yuwei took on the stance of an "older sister," stating that she was two years older than Qingyue and should let her younger sister go first.

Zhao Qingyue finally gave in and agreed to marry Lin Yun first.

Wen Yan was completely numb.

But since she had already returned, she attended the wedding out of reason and sentiment.

Looking at the red and lively scene before her, she only felt tired at heart.

Su Yingxue approached her with a smile: "Sister Wen Yan, look, Husband has married another wife again~"

Wen Yan stared straight ahead, her tone indifferent: "Let him marry, what does it have to do with me?"

"Sister Wen Yan, you are jealous." Su Yingxue pointed it out directly, her smile cunning.

"Heh heh," Wen Yan let out two dry laughs and finally turned to look at her.

"Who is jealous of that brat?"

"It's you, little girl; didn't you look quite cold and aloof before?"

"The ice beauty school goddess of Jiangcheng No. 1 High School!"

"How did you become like this now? A total little doting wife!"

Su Yingxue was not annoyed at all, but instead smiled even more sweetly, linking her arm with Wen Yan's:

"Sister Wen Yan, and you say you aren't jealous?"

"Why don't you just marry him directly! Husband really wants to kiss and hug Sister Wen Yan!"

"You!"

Wen Yan was choked speechless by her bold and straightforward words, her cheeks flushing red, and she glared at her angrily.

She really couldn't understand how this little girl Su Yingxue had become like this.

Didn't you marry him in the first place to pursue the Dao of Martial Arts and because you had your eye on the Lin family's resources?

Now look at you, you don't even practice martial arts much anymore.

Every single day, you just think about finding wives for Lin Yun!

Wen Yan really couldn't stand Su Yingxue's "I understand you" look, so she turned her head away indignantly, not wanting to look at her anymore.

Nearby, Lin Qianxi whispered to Wu Qingya: "Sister Wen Yan's tsundere look is so cute!"

Wu Qingya nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, super cute! Look at her expression where she is obviously shy but insists on pretending not to care!"

Zhao Qingyue, who had just become a new bride a few days ago, was still a bit reserved and whispered a reminder:

"It's not good for you to talk about Sister Wen Yan like that, right? Sister Wen Yan is a Tier 3 Martial Artist..."