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The pomegranate red floor-length gown, with its strapless design, accentuated her beautifully sculpted shoulders. The bodice was adorned with intricate pleats that cinched tightly at the waist, creating a delicate silhouette. The fabric, with its strong drape, elongated her figure, while the front of the skirt brushed against her ankles, revealing her petite feet clad in ten-centimeter high heels. The train flowed gracefully on the carpet behind her, a sight to behold.
Her makeup was exquisite, and her waist-length hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders, elegant and understated. The vibrant garnet earrings highlighted her small, fair earlobes, enhancing her charm even further.
Fu Qingyu could hardly believe that the stunning woman captivating everyone at her wedding was not the bride today, Fan Yali, but rather—
“He Xiao Zhu?”
A murmur of surprise rippled through the crowd. What was happening?
Mother Fu secretly raised an imperceptible smile; it seemed this little girl wasn’t as clueless as she appeared.
“Ugly…” Fan Yali suddenly realized how foolish it was to call the woman who had clearly stolen her thunder an “ugly monster” in this situation. She quickly changed her tone and snapped, “You little vixen! What do you want?”
He Xiao Zhu gripped her handbag tightly, her gaze fixed on Fu Qingyu without a hint of interest in responding to Fan Yali. She simply watched Fu Mingyu quietly as her voice resonated softly in the church.
“When I was young, my great-grandmother always told me that girls should know how to be reserved and love themselves, to have a sense of propriety. So I always believed that actively admitting my feelings for someone or confessing to a man was something shameful.”
She looked at Fu Qingyu, a faint mist glistening in her eyes. “So I chose to say nothing and just stay by his side, thinking that if I treated him well enough, he would understand that I loved him and know he occupied my heart. But in reality, I was wrong; he didn’t understand at all.”
Fu Qingyu listened in shock to her confession, the ring she had been holding slipping from her fingers and falling to the ground unnoticed.
“Later, an elder told me that if you waver between pride and love, it only means you don’t love deeply enough. And love is about overcoming great restraint and acting shamelessly just before your rival claims what they desire.” At these words, Fu Qingyu couldn’t help but quickly glance at her mother’s smug expression; it was clear who had imparted such wisdom.
"Although Great-Grandmother always says that taking away someone else's happiness is the most disgraceful thing, today, I have decided to cast aside so-called morals and do one thing." He Xiaozhu took a deep breath and shouted loudly at Fu Qingyu, "Fu Qingyu, I have stood by your side for thirteen years, and I don’t want you to marry anyone else!"
She pulled out a small diamond ring and slowly walked up to Fu Qingyu, looking into his eyes as she spoke each word clearly: "I am willing to be beautiful for you, I am willing to give up my black-framed glasses for you, I am willing to stop being so rigid for you, I am willing to abandon being a lady for you, I am willing to be crazy for you... Fu Qingyu, I love you. Marry me."
Among the stunned crowd, Fan Yali was the first to snap back to reality. She screamed as she lunged toward her: "He Xiaozhu! You shameless lunatic! This is my wedding! What do you think you're doing?!"
He Xiaozhu, who had always been timid, stood calmly in place at that moment, smiling as she faced the various gazes directed at her from all around: "In the face of love, who still cares about dignity?"
"You’re right." Fu Qingyu said with a sudden smile as he locked eyes with her. "In the face of love, who still cares about dignity? Let me be a fool running away from a wedding today."
With that, He Xiaozhu felt her hand holding the ring tightly grasped by someone. Years of unspoken understanding allowed her to swiftly kick off her cumbersome high heels as Fu Qingyu pulled her along, and they began to run barefoot.
After being a lady for twenty-three years, He Xiaozhu finally did something wildly daring today—she was eloping.
"Let’s run away together," she said. "As long as we are together, it doesn’t matter where we go."
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