Urban Chapter: The Wedding & The Wedding Night (Grand Finale)

After winning the world championship, Qin Yichi’s commercial value soared to unparalleled heights. He not only graced the covers of major global fashion magazines with ease but also secured numerous top-tier commercial partnerships.

Qiao Zhen’s latest album topped the global trends once again, with fans from every corner of the world flooding Instagram, Twitter, and YouTube to fervently promote this treasure of a superstar singer.

The "Qin-Zhen-Yi-Qie" ship tag also claimed the number one spot on social media. That proposal video had been replayed so many times it felt worn thin, with every fan having watched it repeatedly.

Just as the "shippers" were busy creating content, they received earth-shattering news: the couple had set their wedding date for September 9th!

Fans were so ecstatic they launched endless giveaway raffles, open to everyone regardless of fandom. Even a stray dog passing by would have to stop and exclaim:
"Qin and Zhen are a match made in heaven!!!"

Most of Qiao Zhen’s solo fans were also optimistic and supportive. Not only was the groom her childhood sweetheart, but he was also a world champion who had brought glory to the nation. Above all, since Zhenzhen herself was happy, the fans offered their sincere blessings.

Qin Yichi’s fans were even less picky, simply because—Brother Chi clearly loved her so much.

What a lucky guy.

Meanwhile, countless luxury brands vied to provide sponsorships for the pair.

On September 9th, the wedding arrived as scheduled, held in an ancient European castle—mysterious, magnificent, and romantic.

The dark gray stone walls were adorned with clusters of red roses, swaying gently in the breeze, vibrant and passionate as fire.

As the melodious music echoed through the castle, the exquisitely carved ancient doors slowly swung open.

All eyes in the hall turned in unison toward the entrance, gazing at the bride with nervous anticipation.

Qiao Zhen wore a white wedding gown, pure and sacred. Intricate patterns were embroidered in fine gold thread, shimmering brilliantly under the lights. The voluminous skirt was encrusted with pearls and diamonds, resembling a shimmering galaxy flowing through the night.

It was utterly breathtaking.

A collective "wow" rippled through the room, and the girls in the crowd looked on with undisguised envy.

Qin Yichi stood at the other end of the red carpet.

His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, his thin lips pressed into a tight line, his deep gaze fixed intently on the bride.

Qiao Zhen, wearing a crown and veil, clutched a bouquet of flowers, a beautiful smile tugging at her red lips as she walked toward him step by step.

She was like a radiant pearl, glowing with a soft, veil-like luster—flawless, delicate, and enchanting.

It was exactly like a scene from a dream.

Qin Yichi’s composure completely shattered; his fingertips trembled, and his heart hammered with an overwhelming, uncontrollable force.

Their eyes met.

As he watched her, she looked back at him with equal depth.

She hadn't seen Qin Yichi in a suit very often, and a flash of surprise crossed her eyes. The man stood tall and straight in his impeccably tailored black haute couture suit, his facial features sharp and distinct. He exuded an air of disciplined restraint, yet carried an aura of rebellious, hypnotic allure.

When she reached his side and viewed him up close, the impact was even stronger.

Qiao Zhen averted her gaze, her heart racing as a blush crept up her cheeks.

After the priest read the vows, the two exchanged their promises with sincerity. Under the gaze of everyone present, Qin Yichi placed the diamond ring on her finger and slowly lifted the hazy veil.

"Qiao Zhen."

He whispered her name in a volume only the two of them could hear, and said, "I love you."

Qiao Zhen noticed that Qin Yichi’s eyes were red; the phoenix eyes, usually so flamboyant and arrogant, were now shimmering with unshed tears.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she looked up slightly: "I love you, too."

In the next second, Qin Yichi cupped her face as if holding the most precious and beloved jewel, and leaned down to kiss her lips.

The cameras on site captured every moment.

Guests screamed with excitement, cheering and offering blessings; the bridesmaids and groomsmen were so thrilled they could barely stand still.

At the wedding banquet, Qiao Zhen changed into a water-blue pearl mermaid gown for the toasts. She looked like a little mermaid princess who had swum out of an ancient painting.

The three "strategists" from her dorm, acting as bridesmaids, offered their sincere well-wishes.

"Little Zhenzhen, if Qin Yichi ever bullies you, tell me! I’ll beat him up!"

"Hehe, we will always be your strongest backup!"

"Wuwuwu, you must be happy! Always be joyful!"

Chen Meixiang had realized her dream and was now a beauty blogger with millions of followers; Sheng Lulu had become a top-tier illustrator; and Yun Yue was still pursuing her path in dance, having even performed on the CCTV Spring Festival Gala.

As time flew by, everyone recalled the days of laughing and playing in their dorm, and their eyes grew moist.

It was unclear who started sobbing first, but the other two immediately shed tears as well, unable to hold back their wails.

Qiao Zhen felt a lump in her throat and hugged them tightly: "Don't cry! We promised that even when we’re seventy or eighty, we’d still be sitting together playing mahjong!"

In contrast to the tearful bridesmaids, the groomsmen were grinning and acting mischievous.

"Congratulations! Our Brother Chi has finally managed to get married off~"

Niu Yifeng muttered to himself, "Why does Brother Chi look so good in a suit, while I look like a real estate agent? It’s unfair!"

Zhang Yu rubbed his chin, frowned, and said seriously, "Actually, you look more like someone selling insurance."

"Hahahaha, I’m dying!"

"Damn it, screw you!"

Little sister Zhang Ning had also grown from the elementary schooler she once was into a middle schooler preparing for her entrance exams; she had grown quite tall.

Qiao Zhen affectionately planted a kiss on her cheek, and the girl instantly turned bright red.

The evening breeze blew, and the stars shone brightly, dense and numerous, embedded in the infinite sky.

As the wedding drew to a beautiful close, the topic [Qiao Zhen and Qin Yichi’s Wedding] surged to the top of the search rankings and global trends, leaving the whole world in awe.

On their wedding night.

On the top floor of the castle, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Two figures were entwined, the size difference between them stark.

"Ah..."

Qiao Zhen’s hands were pinned firmly above her head, her body pressed against the cold glass. Her water-blue couture gown was torn and ruined, most of the fabric scattered on the floor, leaving only a pathetic scrap hanging on her body.

It would have been better to have nothing at all.

Behind her, the man remained meticulously dressed in his black suit, his hands gripping her slim waist. His voice was hypnotic:

"Don't worry, no one can see in from the outside."

"Be good, call me."

Qiao Zhen felt her body go limp, her eyes misting over, her voice trembling: "Husband, don't..."

Qin Yichi hugged her tightly from behind, nuzzling her cheek intimately: "Look outside."

Qiao Zhen gasped softly, tilting her head back to gaze at the dark night sky.

In the next second, a "boom" erupted!

A burst of colorful fireworks bloomed in the night, ever-changing and radiant, converging into a brilliant tapestry.

Pressed against the glass, Qiao Zhen saw the most romantic and passionate scene reflected in her eyes.

The fireworks continued for ten minutes, until the clock struck midnight.

Qin Yichi held her, turned her around, his voice seductive and teasing:

"Do you like your wedding gift?"

"I do..." Ripples of emotion stirred in Qiao Zhen’s eyes. She reached out to wrap her arms around his neck and took the initiative to kiss his lips.

She proved her love with actions.

She loved the fireworks, but she loved Qin Yichi even more.

She would forever be moved by this flame that belonged solely to her, and would forever fall for this sun that favored her above all others!

Qin Yichi held her just as tightly, leaning down to capture her lips in a deep, affectionate return kiss.

He had truly held the brightest, most dazzling pearl in his hands, and he had truly married the girl he had adored for over a decade...

(The End)