Chapter63

"@Hong Kong Island Entertainment: At 11 a.m., Meng Fanchuan and Cen Zhen finally appeared hand-in-hand outside the hotel! Cen Zhen wore an expensive dragon-phoenix "guahuang", and seemed surprised when she saw the "ILoveU" license plate that Meng Shao had changed. She couldn’t hide her sweet smile! And Meng Shao, still in a rush, picked up his wife and drove off. I wonder what he’s in such a hurry for?"

In the fast report video from the Hong Kong media, Cen Zhen and Meng Fanchuan walked out of the hotel hand-in-hand, with flashing cameras going off all around them. There were voices speaking both Cantonese and Mandarin. As a former actress, Cen Zhen maintained her professionalism even on her wedding day, nodding and smiling to everyone. A reporter asked, "Cen Zhen, are you especially happy today?!"

Cen Zhen didn’t speak, but the sweet smile she left for the camera before getting in the car was the best answer.

Netizens commented online:

"Haha, Meng Fanchuan is really in a rush."

"Meng Shao: Getting married today, very busy, please don’t disturb!"

"I have to admit, my brother-in-law is really handsome. This suit makes his proportions perfect."

"Cen Zhen looks beautiful in a traditional Chinese skirt!"

"This dress really gives off an overwhelming sense of luxury. The "guahuang" is indeed a luxury standard for a high-class marriage."

"That jade necklace on her neck is probably enough to buy me a house."

"These two are really a perfect match. Does no one else think Cen Zhen's eyes are glowing? She’s so happy it’s shining!"

"Wuwuwuwu, I can feel how much Meng Fanchuan loves her through the screen."

"Yeah, it feels like he can’t wait a minute to take our treasure home!"

As the wedding car left the hotel, the media followed suit, all rushing to the Convention Center. But little did they know, the newlyweds first went to Zhuang Tai's house on the hill, where they held a simple outdoor ceremony on the lawn with their parents and elders.

This included tea ceremonies, changing of addresses, receiving red envelopes, feeding each other sweet soup, and other traditional customs. After arriving, Cen Zhen changed into an outdoor wedding dress, a sweet princess-style gown with a unique peach-heart neckline and butterfly sleeves, giving off a youthful, girlish feel.

The weather in Hong Kong was pleasant today, and the lawn at Zhuang Tai’s villa was beautifully decorated for the occasion. A mild warm breeze blew, and the camera captured every heartfelt moment.

For example, the joyful smiles of the two mothers when they received tea, the emotional reaction of Grandpa Zhuang Tai as he drank the tea from his granddaughter, and when Meng Songnian lifted the cup of tea handed to him by his son, he nodded and taught him—"When you get married, you need to take on responsibilities and care for your wife."

"Just like I did with your mother, never arguing," he said seriously.

Zhuang Tai glanced at him, "Are you teaching your son or praising yourself?"

Meng Songnian was in a good mood, having his son get married, so he turned to his father-in-law and joked, "So, do you think I’m a good son-in-law?"

The old man glared at him, "I beg you, you’re in your fifties, stop stealing the spotlight from your son."

Meng Songnian: "..."

Seeing her father-in-law completely control her husband made Cen Zhen lower her head, biting her lip, trying to hold back her laughter.

After all, just a few minutes ago, she had officially called this imposing man "dad."

It might not be the best time to laugh at him now, right?

However, her husband already started laughing openly. Cen Zhen sneaked a glance at him, and couldn’t hold back anymore, finally laughing along. She couldn’t help but think—The deeper she stepped into this family, the more she realized how much unnecessary self-imposed limitations she had in the past.

From the beginning, she should have had confidence—Meng Fanchuan was so outstanding, his family and parents must be refined and insightful too.

As proven by the facts, not only were they all like that, but they were also quite lovable, completely changing her stereotypical view of wealthy families, making her feel warmth and excitement for this big family.

After the outdoor ceremony, they quickly took some outdoor photos. By 3 p.m., Cen Zhen finally arrived at the main venue at the Convention Center to prepare for the evening wedding.

Ten dresses had been prepared, but only three had been tried on so far, leaving seven more to go. After arriving at the hotel, she immediately changed into a reception dress. Bella Wang quickly followed to help with her styling, everything was rushed but organized, making Cen Zhen feel like she wasn’t here to get married but to go to war.

By 5 p.m., with all her looks ready, Cen Zhen came out to welcome guests with Meng Fanchuan. From the look in his eyes, Cen Zhen knew he really liked it.

His gaze was so intense that she shyly asked, "What are you looking at?"

Cen Zhen’s reception dress was a slightly retro lace mermaid gown, with embossed floral lace and embroidery blending into the fabric, giving off an ethereal and dreamy aura.

The most important thing was that the mermaid cut emphasized her hourglass figure, perfectly outlining Cen Zhen's slender body.

"Looking at my wife," Meng Fanchuan said, raising the corner of his lips, calling her "wife" with such confidence.

Cen Zhen smiled lightly, standing beside him, and began the long reception process.

Today, both the Meng and Zhuang families had declined media access to the wedding, so the media outside the venue could not see the newlyweds, only reporting on the luxury cars arriving and guests entering.

The Hong Kong Convention Center was no ordinary hotel. The handover ceremony of Hong Kong’s return in 1997 was held here. The last wedding held by a wealthy family at this venue was over ten years ago. Now, the Convention Center had its doors wide open, decorated with thousands of kilograms of flowers airlifted in, once again becoming the starting place of happiness for the newlyweds.Although Meng Fanchuan had reminded her earlier, when Cen Zhen saw one unfamiliar face after another—people she recognized from TV or reports, but didn’t know in real life—standing in front of her, her heart still raced wildly. Given the Meng family’s connections in North City and the Zhuang family’s in Hong Kong, Zhuang Tai had originally planned a three-day grand banquet for the wedding. But in the end, it was rejected by Meng Fanchuan.

A wedding happens only once in a lifetime, and no matter how many feasts you hold, none can surpass that one unforgettable day.

The grandson insisted on having just one wedding, so Zhuang Tai spared no expense in making it as grand and luxurious as possible. Tonight’s banquet had nearly 2,000 guests, with more than 300 tables in the main hall. Big political and business figures were there, as well as stars from the entertainment industry, but most of them were from the top tier. When an Oscar Lifetime Achievement Award-winning director saw Cen Zhen at the entrance, he smiled and said to Meng Fanchuan: "After getting married, you can't let Zhen Zhen just stay home as a young mistress. I still want to cast her in my films."

Meng Fanchuan simply replied with four words: "Always welcome."

The media outside were also updating live:

"Mr. and Mrs. Liang’s car just arrived at the venue!"

"Xie Qingzong has arrived and waved to reporters!"

"Wow, Macau tycoon Bo Sheng is here with his wife and son!"

"Mainland real estate mogul He Jianlun entered the venue holding a thick red envelope, rumored to be longtime golfing friends with Mr. Meng."

"Top F1 driver, world champion Anthony, has even shown up!!"

"Reporters have just received a breaking news update, suspected to be the Chief Executive entering through the side door."

Netizens couldn’t see the interior, so they could only watch the reporters outside and gossip. But just these names were enough to stun them.

This wedding spanned across politics, business, culture, entertainment, and sports. No wonder they had over a hundred tables. The netizens began to worry:

"So many people, will Zhen Zhen even have a chance to eat tonight?"

"When I got married, just 20 tables and the toasts made me dizzy... 300 tables? I can’t even imagine."

"Had I known, I would have applied for a job at the Convention Center ahead of time, I really want to see inside!"

"I’ve never seen so many rich businessmen and celebrities in my life, even the Chief Executive is here! Meng Fanchuan's grandfather's family must be really high status."

"Zhen Zhen... is next level in every way."

The netizens’ concerns were not unfounded. Since the outdoor ceremony, Cen Zhen hadn’t eaten anything. She had been standing for nearly two hours for the reception and didn’t return to the resting room until around 7 p.m., when she changed into her main wedding gown.

In Hong Kong, weddings are typically held around 8 p.m., and Cen Zhen was so hungry that her stomach was almost touching her back. When she was changing clothes, she saw a box of wedding pastries on the table. Opening it, she saw two neatly placed pieces of cake. Without thinking much, she picked one up and ate it.

Watching her change into her main gown, Chi Yu couldn’t help but exclaim, "Zhen Zhen, you look so beautiful."

Having worked with so many stars in the entertainment industry, Chi Yu had seen many with high looks, but none, like Cen Zhen, took her breath away at first sight.

Perhaps only she could have that effect.

Chi Yu still remembered when Cen Zhen first came to the company. The shock she felt when she saw her then—like a gentle but powerful wind sweeping over her heart. She had thought at the time, how could there be such a beautiful girl?

Now, that girl was putting on a wedding gown and was about to marry the person she loved.

Looking at how far they had come, Chi Yu was moved to the point of having a lump in her throat. She lowered her head and asked Cen Zhen, "Do I really have to sit at the main table later? Will I be sitting with the Chief Executive? I’m a little scared."

Cen Zhen smiled when she heard this and gently patted the girl who had taken care of her for nearly two years, comforting her, "Don’t worry, you’ll sit with me."

–

At 8 p.m., the wedding finally officially began.

Cen Zhen’s main gown was designed by a top wedding designer from Germany, a young prodigy who rose to international fame at just 30. At first, he sketched many designs based on the popular trends of the time, but he was never satisfied. It wasn’t until after watching "Falling" five or six times that he decisively abandoned the complicated decorations and designs, choosing the one that best suited Cen Zhen’s temperament.

Meng Fanchuan didn’t know which gown Cen Zhen would be wearing and didn’t ask. He just wanted to see the surprise for himself tonight.

He wanted to see his bride walk toward him and how beautifully she would look.

So when the grand doors of the wedding venue opened, Xiao Yunqi, holding her daughter’s hand, walked toward Meng Fanchuan. His heart began to race, his gaze eagerly searching for Cen Zhen.

The designer’s goal was to create the ultimate clean, sophisticated look.

The noble satin fabric, seemingly kissed by moonlight, had a flawless pearl hue, with layers of 3D pleats flowing along her body’s curves. Cen Zhen, wearing a misty veil, stood there quietly, like a gentle white moonlight beneath a snow-capped mountain.

To Meng Fanchuan, it felt like an eternity in an instant. Cen Zhen was indeed the "white moonlight" he had longed for.

The surging emotions within him couldn’t be contained anymore. For a few seconds, Meng Fanchuan even felt a lump in his throat. The gratitude he felt for fate at that moment was beyond words.

He had once looked at Cen Zhen from afar, then longed for her but couldn’t reach her, and later crossed mountains and rivers to finally get to this moment—she was quietly walking toward him.

So close, within reach.

But even at this moment, when she was so close, those few short steps felt like they couldn’t be fast enough.

Meng Fanchuan, holding the bouquet he had prepared for her, took one step at a time toward Cen Zhen. He couldn’t hear the clamor of the guests, nor see the joyful, well-wishing smiles. He was only focused, so determined and eager to walk toward her.

To meet her.

To look at each other."Mr. Meng Fanchuan, do you take Miss Cen Zhen as your wife, to love and cherish her, through good times and bad, in wealth or poverty, in health or sickness, in youth or old age, remaining faithful to her until the end of this life?"

Meng Fanchuan of course agreed.

His response was low, yet it clearly echoed throughout the wedding hall. Amid the applause that lasted for a long time, he finally lifted the veil of his beloved and kissed away her tears under the spotlight, whispering in her ear:

"I love you."

This was the first time Meng Fanchuan said those three words to Cen Zhen, in such a formal and eternal setting.

How he wished Cen Zhen could understand—

She was the moonlight engraved into his bones and blood.

In this life, he needed no other brilliant stars. With her gentle moonlight, it was enough.

His love, as promised in this moment,

was unique, and eternal.

–

After the main gown, Cen Zhen changed into several other dresses for the toasts—an elegant, luxurious Chinese qipao, a dazzling backless gown encrusted with diamonds, and a cheerful vintage floral yellow dress... Chi Yu and Qiao Tingting followed behind, dazzled by the variety. "Baby, you're so beautiful tonight, you're shining all the time."

Then she added, "It feels like the young master is always sneaking glances at you."

At that moment, they were greeting the guests at the 300 tables. There were so many people that Cen Zhen finally understood what Meng Fanchuan meant when he said she would feel dizzy from the noise. But even amidst all the chaos, his hand was always holding hers, guiding her through the crowd, bringing her warmth, stability, and inner satisfaction.

The wedding, which started at 8 p.m., didn’t end until midnight.

Cen Zhen was so exhausted that she could barely stand. Once in the car, she leaned against Meng Fanchuan's shoulder and closed her eyes. "Let me rest for a while."

To her surprise, she immediately fell asleep, still deeply asleep when they arrived at their new house in Hong Kong.

Knowing how tired she was, Meng Fanchuan didn’t wake her up when they got home. He simply carried her upstairs and gently placed her on the red wedding bed.

This villa in Deep Water Bay had been a gift from Meng Songnian and his wife as an engagement present for Cen Zhen, not far from the Meng family's residence. After the Liu family arrived in Hong Kong, they, along with Zhuang Jiayi, came to help set things up.

A little regretful, Meng Fanchuan thought to himself.

His bride was asleep. If not, she would’ve seen how beautifully their mothers had decorated the new home.

Cen Zhen was still wearing her final gown, lying quietly in bed, asleep. Meng Fanchuan watched her for a long time, then couldn’t resist leaning down and kissing her lips.

Noticing someone kissing her, the familiar scent made Cen Zhen feel safe and dependent. Even though she was still groggy, she instinctively responded, and as she kissed him, she opened her eyes, still a little confused. "Are we home?"

"Did I wake you?" Meng Fanchuan asked.

Cen Zhen corrected him, "It was your kiss that woke me," she said with a slight blush.

Meng Fanchuan propped himself up with one arm, resting beside her, and brushed a strand of hair from her face. "If you're tired, go back to sleep."

Cen Zhen snuggled closer to him, wanting to continue sleeping, but suddenly remembered something and quickly sat up. "I haven’t changed into my pajamas."

"…What?"

"My mom said I need to wear the red pajamas she bought for our wedding night for good luck," Cen Zhen was fully awake now. She got out of bed and found the wine-red couple's pajamas that Zhuang Jiayi had prepared on the sofa. She picked up her set and said to Meng Fanchuan, "I’m going to take a shower first."

The person who was just too sleepy to open her eyes suddenly felt energized by the mention of good luck. Meng Fanchuan chuckled helplessly. While she was in the shower, he took his own clothes and went to the bathroom next door.

When Cen Zhen finished her shower and came out in her nightgown, she found that Meng Fanchuan was not in the room. Hearing the sound of water from the next bathroom, she guessed he was showering there. She originally planned to lie down on the bed and wait for him, but suddenly noticed the wine-red men's bathrobe still on the sofa. She hurriedly grabbed it and went next door.

The bathroom door was closed, and Cen Zhen knocked. "Are you done?"

When she didn’t receive an answer, she asked again, "Why aren’t you wearing the bathrobe mom prepared?"

Before she could finish speaking, the door opened.

The warm steam from the shower rushed out, but more striking than the steam was Meng Fanchuan’s bare upper body.

He had just turned off the water when he heard Cen Zhen’s voice. Not hearing what she said clearly, he didn’t bother drying himself, simply wrapped a towel around his lower body and opened the door.

Although she had seen him many times before, seeing his body still dripping with water was something Cen Zhen had never experienced.

She froze for a moment, her face heating up. She handed him the bathrobe but heard him lazily reply, "I’m not wearing that."

"Who wears something so gaudy?" Meng Fanchuan didn’t like such bright colors.

Cen Zhen insisted, "You must wear it."

She pulled out Zhuang Jiayi’s words. "Mom said we have to wear it for our wedding night—"

Before she could finish, Cen Zhen suddenly found herself lifted off the ground. The next second, Meng Fanchuan had placed her on the nearby vanity.

The cold countertop against her skin, his hands braced on either side of her, he leaned in and asked, "Did mom say anything else about the wedding night?"

Cen Zhen: "…"

They gazed at each other, calm yet burning, the intensity of Meng Fanchuan’s presence washing over her. Cen Zhen’s heart raced, her eyelashes trembling as she looked at him. The atmosphere unknowingly reached that tipping point, and their lips finally met in an instinctive kiss.

Meng Fanchuan’s touch was gentle, kissing her lightly, tasting her briefly. His hand brushed the side of Cen Zhen’s face, then slowly slid down, tracing along her waist, lingering at the lowest point.

The wine-red silk nightgown was so thin, like paper, easily lifted aside.

Perhaps because he’d just showered, Meng Fanchuan’s fingers were warm.

Cen Zhen’s body subtly flinched, a soft gasp escaping as her mouth opened, giving Meng Fanchuan the chance to slip in, effortlessly curling around her tongue.

The kiss deepened gradually, his breath hot against her ear, nearly enveloping her own. The straps of her nightgown had already slipped to her arms, and she didn’t even notice when her toes started pressing against the surface beneath her.

Meng Fanchuan was still kissing her, though somewhat distractedly. His focus had shifted elsewhere, and he was indeed intent, playing earnestly. When the dry surface showed traces, he parted from her lips.

Unhurriedly, he grabbed a tissue from the table to wipe his palm. “Getting better at this.”

“…”

Cen Zhen’s legs gave way as they dropped, her face flushing red from his teasing words. Yet, she couldn’t help wanting more, reaching out for a hug. Instead, Meng Fanchuan scooped her up in a princess carry, taking her to the bedroom of their new marital home and setting her on their wedding bed.

Cen Zhen, still insistent, tried to put a robe on him, but he casually tossed it aside.

Meng Fanchuan gazed earnestly at the flushed Cen Zhen, watching her quietly. That sense of happiness, serene yet intense, lingered, constantly reminding him that this was real—he had her.

This was their marital bedroom, their wedding night.

Suddenly, Meng Fanchuan took Cen Zhen’s hand.

He kissed the back of it gently, then each finger one by one, from thumb to pinky, finally pausing at her palm.

“You really married me?” He seemed almost unable to believe it.

Cen Zhen laughed at his unexpected question, raising her ring finger before him. “The ring’s on. No backing out now.”

Meng Fanchuan would never back out. Before, in his overthinking moments, he’d worried Cen Zhen might suddenly become a runaway bride.

But none of that would happen now.

He continued kissing her gently, his touch as light as a dragonfly skimming water, from her face to her neck, her shoulders, and every inch of her body, brushing and savoring her delicately.

“Who was that ‘Brother Lin’ today?” he asked softly, lingering at her earlobe, unhurried.

Cen Zhen’s body rippled with sensations, and she answered quietly, “…The son of the auntie next door.”

“Do you have to call him so affectionately?”

“I’ve called him that since we were kids…” Cen Zhen paused, then brought up old grievances. “Well, you danced with that girl from Monaco.”

Meng Fanchuan kissed along her arm to her wrist, then gently pinned her hands above her head, holding her in an almost restraining gaze.

Cen Zhen swallowed, her voice softening. “Then I’ll call you ‘Brother’ too.”

Chi Yu had mentioned that men love being called “Brother.”

But when Cen Zhen tried, Meng Fanchuan seemed entirely uninterested.

He lightly lifted one of her shoulder straps. “Shouldn’t you be calling me something else now?”

It was just a strap, yet he made it carry a bold, suggestive edge. Cen Zhen’s breath hitched, but she played dumb. “Call you what?”

Meng Fanchuan seemed to smile faintly, unbothered, leaning closer. “No rush. Take your time thinking.”

Before she could catch her breath, his next move nearly made her cry out.

It was clear—Meng Fanchuan was sincere, wanting her to take her time, thoroughly considering his earlier question.

A clear flush spread across Cen Zhen’s fair face.

The blush gradually spread over her entire body, as if steamed by heat, her skin tinged with a faint, desire-laden red.

In the quiet marital bedroom, the sticky sounds of intimacy grew more pronounced.

“…No,” Cen Zhen pleaded with closed eyes.

Meng Fanchuan asked again, “No?”

Trembling in silence for a few seconds, Cen Zhen tearfully confirmed one thing. “You’re getting back at me.”

Her sleek hair, slightly damp, clung to her shoulders. Her senses were consumed by an overwhelming sensation exploding in her mind, but her groom seemed to have been waiting for this moment, true to his word—

“I’m not,” he said seriously, mimicking her tone. “Just playing.”

Cen Zhen desperately pulled him back, whimpering, “Is it too late to bribe you now?”

“You can try.”

“…”

Cen Zhen locked eyes with him for a few seconds before suddenly flipping over to straddle him, her knees sinking into the soft sheets, taking the active role.

She wrapped her arms around Meng Fanchuan’s neck, initiating a kiss. Her technique might have been lacking, but her intent was clear. She kissed his lips, entwining their tongues, savoring the sweet, metallic taste that belonged to her.

Both kissed with earnest focus, the room filled only with the wet sounds of their lips until Cen Zhen suddenly pulled away from his mouth, moving to his Adam’s apple.

She clearly felt the man’s body tense beneath her. She paused, looking up to ask, “You don’t like it?”

Meng Fanchuan had no resistance. A few playful kisses from Cen Zhen, and his entire night’s patience poured out.

No one in the world could bribe him better than Cen Zhen.

His breathing was already heated, and he was done playing games. He gripped the back of her head, kissing her fiercely, sucking intensely, their tongues entangled inseparably. Cen Zhen’s arms instinctively clung to him, her chest heaving rapidly. Their bodies grew scalding from that single kiss.

Moonlight spilled into the festively decorated marital bedroom. After a long while, with their noses touching, the man’s desire-laden voice fell by her ear: “Put it on for me.”

Cen Zhen, a bit shy, tore open the packet but grew curious. “Why’s it different from before?”

It had many small raised dots.

“Did you buy the wrong one?” she asked innocently.

He pulled her into his arms, pressing her down. “Try it, and you’ll know.”

…

If Cen Zhen had known how it would turn out, she might not have torn open that packet in the first place.

She started with curiosity but ended up desperately wanting to stop.

But how could they stop?

Under the hazy light, Cen Zhen knelt on the bed, her slender neck and pale back facing Meng Fanchuan. Her hands were raised above her head, bound to the headboard, unable to move.

He kissed down her spine inch by inch, attending to other places simultaneously, the intensity unrelenting.

Cen Zhen bit her lower lip tightly, having screamed too many times, now only able to let out broken, helpless whimpers.

She truly didn’t know how they’d sleep on these festive red sheets later.

Who changes the sheets on their first wedding night?

“Can we… put something under?” she asked stubbornly, her voice strained with effort.

Meng Fanchuan casually grabbed the robe he didn’t want to wear.

“No—” Cen Zhen couldn’t bear to ruin the new wedding robe. “Use something else.”

Though difficult, Meng Fanchuan paused. With nothing else at hand, he patiently looked around, then carried Cen Zhen to the nearby sofa.

But the clean sofa was adorned with a heart-shaped arrangement of roses. After just a few dozen seconds, Cen Zhen, gasping, pushed him away. “Don’t—don’t touch the flowers.”

The Ecuadorian blue roses, flown in that morning in her fan support color, had filled the wedding venue. Cen Zhen couldn’t bear to crush them. Her gaze searched the room for a suitable spot, but the next second, Meng Fanchuan swept her up in a dizzying whirl—

His strained voice fell by her ear, each word undeniable: “Then we’ll do it standing.”

He held her tightly, pressing into her deeply.

A tingling sensation shot through her scalp.

Their breathing seemed to pause for a moment.

The intensity hit hard, and Cen Zhen clung to Meng Fanchuan, her body arching back uncontrollably.

Soon, the overwhelming, relentless rhythm blurred her vision. Hanging onto him, she completely surrendered, too weak to even cry out, her sight reduced to a blank white and the endless sound of their collision.

The night had long deepened. From the outside, the Deep Water Bay villa, adorned with countless “double happiness” symbols, glowed with light, looking serene and auspicious.

But no one knew of the enduring, unquenchable fire of love burning inside that room, relentless through the sleepless night.