Chapter 87: Wedding Part 1 – Extra
Zhao Yunheng froze for a moment. “A camera?”
His expression was so straight-man that it actually scared Shen Shuyi.
“You—you…” Shen Shuyi raised his head from Zhao’s arms, voice trembling. “Don’t tell me you didn’t bring a camera!”
Zhao Yunheng said, “Shen Shuyi, don’t add a ‘ba’ at the end of your sentences. It doesn’t sound good.”
“You’ve already eaten me and you still care about that!?”
Shen Shuyi suddenly realized something, screamed, “Aaaah!!! So the most important moment of my life just now wasn’t recorded at all?!”
Then, remembering the dazzling fireworks from earlier, his expression collapsed even more. “My fireworks weren’t recorded either!!!”
Hanging on Zhao Yunheng, Shen Shuyi wept in despair. “What do I do? My fireworks, my proposal, my life—they’re all ruined!”
Zhao Yunheng laughed as he hugged him. “It’s not that serious, Shen Shuyi.”
He coaxed softly, “According to the cosmic cycle, in about 129,600 years, I’ll probably propose to you again. How about you record it then?”
Shen Shuyi looked up at him. “Do you think you’re being funny right now?”
Zhao Yuheng smiled. “A little? Does dry humor count?”
Shen Shuyi twisted his arm. “I’m really moved right now, so I won’t mention divorce, okay?”
“Alright. I’m sorry, baby.”
Zhao Yuheng kissed his forehead, while Shen Shuyi was still drowning in the sorrow of missing his fireworks and proposal video.
Then Zhao Yuheng pulled out a ring.
Shen Shuyi suddenly straightened. “Wait! That’s right—you still haven’t put the ring on me! This can still be saved!”
“How do we save it?”
“Just wait a bit,” Shen said.
Ten minutes later—on the deck.
“Okay!”
Shen Shuyi had forcibly dragged his older brother out onto the deck. Following them, worried, were Zhao’s assistant Zhang Jun, the housekeeper Xiaomei, and Uncle Lin, who had been looking for Shen Shuyi.
“Shen Shuyi,” Shen Lu said coldly, “you’d better give me a damn good reason for dragging your own brother out here in the cold wind.”
“Brother,” Shen Shuyi announced solemnly, “Zhao Yunheng just proposed to me.”
Shen Lu blinked. “You think that’s a good reason?”
“Zero people care whether you think it’s good or not.” Shen Shuyi shoved a borrowed camcorder from the birthday party team into his brother’s arms. “Now you’re going to record a proposal video that I am satisfied with!”
“I refuse.”
“Refusal invalid!” Shen Shuyi clasped his hands in front of him pleadingly, switching between sweet and pitiful. “Please, brother, just this once! I’ll really listen to you from now on!”
Shen Lu stared at him for two seconds, then sighed. “You hear yourself? Do you know how many times you’ve said that since you were a kid? Have you ever followed through once?”
“This time I will!”
“…”
Shen Shuyi nudged Zhao Yuheng. “Say something nice too!”
Zhao Yuheng said politely, “Thank you for your trouble, brother.”
Shen Lu: “…”
Now he really didn’t want to film.
But as it turned out, Shen Shuyi’s will was absolute. What Shen Shuyi wanted, Shen Shuyi got.
So Shen Lu resigned himself to being a human tripod, saying coldly, “I won’t be blessing this marriage. I’ll be recording this proposal with all my disapproval.”
Assistant Zhang Jun thought: I really shouldn’t have let President Shen drink that much… He’s obviously drunk!
Still, even while declaring he didn’t approve, his hands held the camera perfectly steady.
Is the Shen family’s tsundere attitude genetic?
Meanwhile, Shen Shuyi was completely immersed in bliss. His brother’s mood or survival no longer mattered. What mattered was capturing his happiest moment.
“Quick, check if my makeup’s smudged!”
He tried to use Zhao Yuheng’s eyes as a mirror.
Since it was his birthday, his stylist had spent a long time doing his look—just a touch of lip gloss and eyeliner, which made his already striking features even more devastating.
He usually didn’t wear makeup often; though he liked looking good, he wasn’t the type of boy who put on cosmetics daily. Most of his effort went into clothes and styling.
His face wasn’t effeminate—rather, he had a refined, androgynous beauty. Despite his tall, slender build and pale skin, he was unmistakably a dazzlingly handsome man.
In fact, he’d always had more admirers of the opposite sex than the same.
“No smudges,” Zhao Yuheng said after a glance. “And even if there were, you’d still look amazing.”
“Sweet talker.”
Shen Shuyi adjusted his outfit, then stood elegantly. “Alright. You can propose to me now. Make it sudden so I can act surprised.”
“Shuyi, you’re literally staging this,” Shen Lu commented.
“Mind your own business!!” Shen Shuyi snapped.
Zhao Yuheng chuckled. “Okay.”
He motioned, and his assistant handed him the ring box.
Then Zhao Yuheng knelt on one knee.
“Brother, I have to remind you—that’s kinda cheesy,” Shen Lu muttered.
But Shen Shuyi was already overwhelmed, completely lost in the performance. His hands fluttered dramatically as he radiated a mix of genuine happiness and award-winning acting.
He didn’t care what Shen Lu said.
Zhao Yuheng opened the velvet box. “Mr. Shen Shuyi, will you marry me?”
Shen Shuyi was about to choke out an emotional “I do,” when he froze at the sight of the ring.
“Eh?”
This time, the surprise was real.
Holy crap— Wasn’t this the same ring he failed to win at the Sotheby’s auction?!
So Zhao Yuheng was the mysterious buyer?!
“You outbid me for it?” Shen Shuyi gasped.
“Shuyi, you’re supposed to say ‘I do’ right now,” Zhao Yuheng reminded.
“…Oh! Right, right!”
Shen Shuyi remembered the camera, quickly stretched out his hand, and said tearfully, “I do!”
Then frowned. “Wait! Shen Lu, cut that part! I wasn’t performing my best—we need a retake!”
He turned again and repeated dramatically, “I do! I do!”
Now hurry up and put the ring on me!
Zhao Yuheng took his hand. The moment their fingers intertwined, all of Shen Shuyi’s playacting turned into real emotion.
His heart pounded nervously.
Zhao Yuheng lowered his gaze, his movements gentle and solemn as he slid the ring onto Shen Shuyi’s finger. Then, almost instinctively, he brushed his thumb over the back of Shen Shuyi’s hand, looked at it for a long time, and kissed the ring—then his fingertips.
Shen Lu: Can someone else please take over this cameraman job? Watching them being this mushy is rotting my teeth.
As the warmth of Zhao Yuheng’s kiss lingered on his skin, Xiaomei couldn’t help shouting, “Kiss! Kiss!”
Her voice carried—and before anyone noticed, guests who had been nearby had gathered to watch.
The night was dark, and Shen Shuyi didn’t even realize that their “simple redo proposal” was being witnessed by half the party.
Zhang Jun joined in, “Third Young Master, kiss him!”
Shen Lu shot him a cold look—a silent say goodbye to your year-end bonus warning.
Zhang Jun was dazzled into silence.
The next second, waves of laughter and teasing rose all around them—
“Kiss him! Third Young Master, kiss him!”
“Kiss! Kiss!”
Shen Shuyi, who always maintained a cool and aloof public image, grew embarrassed under the crowd’s teasing. He sneaked a quick glance at Zhao Yuheng.
Zhao Yuheng, calm and composed as ever, gently held Shen Shuyi’s shoulders and placed a soft kiss at the corner of his lips. It was restrained, yet carried deep tenderness.
The cheers on deck almost lifted the roof. Blushing, Shen Shuyi quickly pushed Zhao Yuheng away and rushed to check how his “acting performance” had been recorded.
“Brother! Hurry, let me see how your recording turned out!”
He grabbed the video camera and scrolled to the most recent clip— Then, a screech like a startled cat burst out of him.
“You only filmed me?! Just me?!”
Because of this, Shen Shuyi declared a three-day cold war with his brother Shen Lu. No matter how much money Shen Lu transferred to him on WeChat as a peace offering, Shen Shuyi waited until the very last moment before accepting—just to show his resolve. That was his attitude!
Still, he treasured and kept that clip carefully. Fortunately, the cameraman for the birthday recording team had also happened to be on the deck that night, capturing the entire proposal with professional equipment. Only then did Shen Shuyi reluctantly forgive his brother.
After New Year’s Day, time began to fly. The engagement between the Shen and Zhao families was officially announced in the Hong Kong Daily, with the wedding set for the following month. Shen Shuyi had never been so busy.
During this time, he accompanied Zhao Yunheng to visit Zhao’s grandfather.
The demolition of Sanhe Bay had finally been completed. Over the two years, all compensation and relocation payments had been distributed. Although Zhao Yuheng no longer needed the money, his grandfather still deposited every cent of it into Zhao Yuheng’s account.
Only then did Shen Shuyi remember—since coming back, he had never asked what happened to Zhao Yuheng’s annoying cousin.
Inside the car, Zhao Yuheng paused for a moment, as if searching his memory, before replying casually, “No idea.”
His tone was light, but Shen Shuyi couldn’t shake the feeling it wasn’t that simple. Given Zhao Yunheng’s strong sense of vengeance— That cousin had been one of the culprits who drove them apart for two whole years!
“You didn’t… kill him and dump the body, did you?” Shen Shuyi asked quietly.
Zhao Yuheng gave him a sideways glance. “Shen Shuyi, this is a law-abiding society.”
“I know,” Shen Shuyi said seriously, blinking his round eyes. “But aren’t we a rich-family household?”
“Even rich families have to obey the law,” Zhao Yuheng replied evenly. “Do I look like some kind of outlaw to you?”
“…”
Tapping his fingers on the window frame, Zhao Yuheng said lazily, “But don’t worry. Even without killing anyone, they’ll never show up in front of you again.”
*
The next time Shen Shuyi met Zhao Yuheng’s grandfather, it was in a newly renovated countryside guesthouse.
Zhao Yuheng had suggested bringing the old man to live in Beijing and had even bought him a standalone house there. But the elderly man, thrifty his whole life, preferred to stay in Hong Kong’s urban village. Still, unable to stay idle even after recovering from illness, Zhao Yuheng set him up with a small plot of land to run a simple farm-style inn.
He sold eggs from his own chickens and fresh vegetables he grew himself. Though small in scale, his natural, chemical-free produce attracted a loyal group of customers. He even learned to use WeChat—built a customer group, handled orders, and offered home deliveries (which were actually done by Yu Jun and Kuang Hui—Zhao’s former high-school teachers). The two of them had moved in next door and had been taking care of the old man these past two years.
When he saw Shen Shuyi again, Zhao’s grandfather held his hand and studied him for a long time, eyes growing moist.
Shen Shuyi, feeling awkward, lowered his head. It had been two years, and though normally confident, he still felt guilty for having hurt the old man’s precious grandson back then. He could only murmur softly, “Grandpa.”
Zhao’s grandfather didn’t mention the past. Instead, he wiped his eyes and smiled warmly. “As long as you’re together, that’s all that matters. You’re still young—there’s plenty of time ahead.”
“A-Heng missed you for a long time, Little Shu. You two were meant to be.”
Shen Shuyi’s nose stung with emotion, but before he could respond, Zhao Yuheng cut in, “Grandpa, didn’t you say you’d cook tonight? Little Shu and I are waiting to eat.”
That perked the old man right up. After recovering from his illness, he looked strong again—clearly Zhao Yuheng had spared no expense in finding the best doctors for him.
Zhao’s grandfather headed into the kitchen, and Zhao Yuheng followed to help.
Seeing everyone busy in the courtyard, Shen Shuyi felt too embarrassed to sit idle. He snatched a handful of green onions from Zhao Yuheng’s hands. “Let me help too!”
Zhao Yuheng smiled. “Don’t you want to play on your phone for a bit instead?”
“Aiya,” Shen Shuyi muttered under his breath. “What do you know!”
Zhao Yuheng paused for a moment, realizing what Shen Shuyi’s words were implying, and chuckled. “What’s this? Did the neighbors mistake you for a daughter-in-law?”
“Don’t worry,” he added lazily, “if anyone dares gossip, your husband will go teach them a lesson.”
Shen Shuyi twisted his arm in irritation. “Get lost!”
Still, he was quite satisfied with how he’d dressed to meet the family today. Somehow, after seeing the elders, it finally felt like things between him and Zhao Yuheng were truly settled.
After finishing off a basket of green onions, Shen Shuyi decided to start peeling potatoes next. Zhao Yuheng quickly realized that if he let Shen Shuyi keep “helping,” no one would get dinner tonight, so he quietly took over all the chores himself.
He grabbed a knife and began peeling the potatoes. Shen Shuyi watched him in open admiration. “Wow, you’re amazing, Little Zhao.”
“Don’t flatter me, Shuyi.”
“I’m providing emotional support!” Shen Shuyi declared proudly. “You’re so great, hubby!”
“Oh my! Whose husband is this? So handsome!”
“So cool! Even peeling potatoes looks hot on you! I’m in love!”
“…”
Zhao Yuheng didn’t say anything, but he peeled even faster.
After dinner, Zhao’s grandfather was in high spirits and drank two glasses of wine. Zhao Yuheng worried about his health, so when the old man reached for more, Zhao Yuheng intercepted the bottle and drank it himself instead.
The meal ended happily, everyone full and cheerful.
Zhao Yuheng went to wash the dishes, while the old man waved Shen Shuyi over and quietly slipped a thick red envelope into his hand.
Shen Shuyi flushed, embarrassed. “Grandpa…”
“This one’s just for you,” the old man said kindly. “I’m so happy to see you two still together.”
When Zhao Yuheng came back out, his grandfather was showing Shen Shuyi an old photo album.
“This one was when he was in third grade, right? Oh wow, how can a kid look this grumpy already?” Shen Shuyi laughed until his eyes curved into crescents.
“Don’t be fooled,” the old man chuckled. “He might not have smiled much, but starting from fourth grade, girls in his class were already writing him love letters!”
“Fourth grade?!” Shen Shuyi gasped dramatically. “And did he accept them?”
Zhao Yuheng looked at the photo of his younger self, then at his grandfather telling childhood stories, and felt his ears burn. “Grandpa, it’s getting late. We’ll head home now.”
The old man looked a bit disappointed but didn’t stop them. “Alright, take care on the road.”
Shen Shuyi suddenly hugged the album to his chest. “Grandpa, can I borrow this for a couple of days?”
“Of course, Little Shu. Keep it as long as you like.”
“What’s so interesting about that?” Zhao Yuheng complained, trying to grab the album away—
but he couldn’t pry it out of Shen Shuyi’s arms.
On the drive back to Shuiwan One, Shen Shuyi naturally couldn’t resist teasing. “Our little Zhao sure was popular—girls were already chasing you in fourth grade.”
Zhao Yuheng took it in stride. “Can’t compare to you. The day you dumped your ex-boyfriend, I’m the one who gave him a ride to the station.”
“Alright, Little Zhao,” Shen Shuyi said quickly, “stop, stop. Let’s not emotionally wound each other. We’re not supposed to be a rival-couple trope.”
Zhao Yuheng shot him a look. “Who started it?”
“Aiya, I was just joking!” Shen Shuyi laughed, leaning into his arms and rubbing against him affectionately. Zhao Yuheng instinctively wrapped an arm around his waist.
Shen Shuyi opened the album again, flipping through the pages. “Your grandpa’s so lucky—to have found little Zhao Yuheng.”
Zhao Yuheng hugged him closer. “I’m the lucky one. To have been found by him.”
Shen Shuyi looked up, then changed his tone. “Then both of you are lucky.”
“I’m a little luckier,” Zhao Yuheng said softly, pinching Shen Shuyi’s cheek. “Because I have Shen Shuyi too.”
“You sweet talker.” Shen Shuyi’s ears turned red.
He treasured that photo album deeply—the one filled with Zhao Yuheng’s childhood photos—turning the pages over and over on the way home. He had an entire “museum” of memories dedicated to Shen Shuyi’s life, but Zhao Yuheng only had this one thin album.
Each time Shen Shuyi flipped a page, it felt like peeking into those distant years of Zhao Yuheng’s past—the years he hadn’t been part of.
Zhao Yuheng noticed how intently he was looking and grew slightly jealous. “Your real-life husband is right here, and you’re staring at old pictures?”
“You’re insane,” Shen Shuyi said, amused. “You’re jealous of yourself now?”
He flipped a few more pages—then suddenly paused at a photo of Zhao Yuheng around two years old.
“Huh? Why is there one of you this young? I thought your grandpa found you when you were five?”
Zhao Yuheng glanced over. “Probably left behind by the couple who abandoned me. The photo was in my schoolbag when Grandpa found me.”
At five years old, his memories would’ve been complete. Yet Zhao Yuheng never spoke of that time, and Shen Shuyi could tell he didn’t want to remember it.
So Shen Shuyi didn’t ask further. He just gently stroked the tiny image of Zhao Yuheng as a child.
“If only…” he murmured. “If only I’d known you back then.”
Zhao Yuheng laughed quietly. “At two years old? You were barely one. What would you have done—take me home as your child bride?”
Shen Shuyi was speechless.
A torrential downpour began on the way back to Shuiwan One. The gate opened, and Xiao Liu smoothly and skillfully parked the car in the garage.
“Young Master, we’ve arrived,” Xiao Liu reminded him.
“Mm,” Shen Shuyi replied, intending to get out of the car and return to the villa.
Unexpectedly, when he tried to get up from Zhao Yuheng’s embrace, he encountered resistance.
Shen Shuyi turned around and saw Zhao Yuheng’s hand on his waist, slowly pinching it, the implication obvious.
Shen Shuyi: …?
Ever since he shamelessly slept with Zhao Yuheng, he understood this implication instantly, even if he didn’t want to.
But, so suddenly?
He shouldn’t have done anything, right? Why did Zhao Yuheng suddenly get so excited?
“It’s only a hundred meters from here to my room, and you can’t even hold on?”
“No,” Zhao Yuheng said, “I just suddenly remembered that we haven’t tried it in the car.”
“…” You don’t have to remember.
Shen Shuyi’s cheeks burned: “Xiao Liu is still here.”
“Young Master, I’m leaving right now!”
Then Xiao Liu disappeared—disappeared in a flash.
Shen Shuyi was utterly dejected: “…Do you think Xiao Liu’s mouth is tight?”
“I’ll have someone take care of him now.”
You just treat human life like dirt 🙂
“Zhao Yuheng, you…” Shen Shuyi cursed softly, but inwardly he was moved by his suggestion: “You’re such a lecherous old man.”
“Yeah,” Zhao Yuheng didn’t deny it: “Want to try?”
“Baby.” Zhao Yuheng lifted him up, sat him in his lap, and said in a hoarse voice, “My .. is not only tight, but my tongue is also very flexible.”
