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In recent days, Yu Suihuan and Yang Qinghe followed Yang Mother’s arrangements and stayed at the Siheyuan to handle important matters. Outside, preparations were in full swing, but they had no worries at all.
Inside the room, the man was exhausted and drenched in sweat.
“Xiao Huan, didn’t you say before that you didn’t want children?” he asked, his face flushed and breath unsteady.
“Well, times change! Besides, if I want you, you can’t stop me!” The woman beneath him was also slightly panting, her energy undiminished.
“Of course, you call the shots! But can’t you let me rest for a moment?” Yang Qinghe felt like he had been working like a horse these past few days. Given his efforts, he thought it should be possible for her to conceive now.
“Rest? We’ll rest after we’ve exhausted everything!”
“Ah? Ah! Yu Suihuan, slow down!”
This simple yet passionate era marked the wedding of Yu Suihuan and Yang Qinghe as an extravagant celebration. The Siheyuan was festooned with decorations; bright red flowers hung high, and a festive atmosphere filled every corner.
On the wedding day, friends and family gathered together, raising their cups and exchanging laughter and joy. The courtyard was filled with tables draped in vibrant red tablecloths, adorned with an array of delicious dishes that steamed and wafted enticing aromas.
Yang Qinghe donned a crisp green military uniform with a large red flower pinned to his chest, looking refreshed and spirited. Yu Suihuan wore a stunning red Qipao embroidered with exquisite patterns.
This Qipao had taken Two Little Old Ladies many days and nights to create, going through numerous modifications until it was perfect; the details were truly remarkable. The collar and cuffs featured traditional Knots design, each meticulously crafted and adorned with Small Beads that shimmered subtly.
The skirt had a daring slit design that showcased femininity while allowing Yu Suihuan to move gracefully. The patterns on the Qipao were breathtakingly beautiful, each flower vividly lifelike. These designs were hand-stitched by Two Little Old Ladies, each stitch filled with a pursuit of beauty and blessings for Yu Suihuan.
Wearing this Qipao made Yu Suihuan's figure appear curvaceous and enchanting, perfectly embodying the elegance of Eastern women.
Her hair was neatly styled, and a radiant smile filled her face with happiness. The red double happiness characters were pasted on the wall, symbolizing joy and good fortune. Surrounded by friends and family, Yu Suihuan and Yang Qinghe exchanged vows.
After the ceremony, the two embraced tightly, eliciting a wave of applause from those present.
Ah, these two children have truly been through a lot!
Indeed, they finally reaped the fruits of their love!
I’m so happy for them!
The relatives of Yu Suihuan and Yang Qinghe couldn’t help but shed tears of joy. At the wedding venue, friends and family gathered together, raising their glasses and engaging in lively conversation. They shared stories while enjoying the feast, laughter echoing throughout the room. On this day, the love between Yu Suihuan and Yang Qinghe received its most beautiful witness.
On a certain day, Yang Qinghe received orders to return to his unit. On this cold winter day, his heart was filled with reluctance. However, as a soldier, defending his country was his duty and mission.
“Xiao Huan, be good and wait for me to come back!” Yang Qinghe's large hand rested on Yu Suihuan's head, his eyes filled with sorrow.
Seeing Yu Suihuan’s tearful expression nearly broke his heart.
“Yang Qinghe, you must come back soon. Remember, don’t get involved in that interspersed mission!”
Yang Qinghe was unaware of the truth, but Yu Suihuan knew; she was terrified that this might be their last meeting. She held onto Yang Qinghe’s waist tightly, unwilling to let go, causing him pain in his heart. Yet for the sake of his country, he had to leave.
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