Even Zhong Yi beside her was startled. He quickly pulled her close and said: “Why are you crying so hard? This is a happy occasion. Don’t tell me you can’t bear to let her go?” He leaned close to her ear: “How many years have you been married to me?”
Li Xiaoyi laughed again, trying hard to wipe away her tears as she looked at the stage. She didn’t know what was wrong with her. It was just that eight years ago, on that day in Shanghai with Zhong Yi, after taking that bastard’s phone call, that instant of strange feeling appeared again.
The force of fate was vast and powerless, while she was as tiny as sand, dazed and confused.
She saw that bastard’s vicious face, saw a tall building, heard the howling wind in her ears, felt the sensation of her heart violently contracting, and also felt bones shattering—these sensations all flashed by in just an instant, blurred.
Yet in that moment she understood something—although her sister and brother-in-law had never said much about the history they had changed.
She originally shouldn’t be here, originally couldn’t see anything, couldn’t possess anything. Life could be like a wisp of fine sand—one turn, and it would fall from between her fingers.
But now, she stood here. Behind her was a career, beside her were Zhong Yi and the children, and she could witness her own sister’s happiness with her own eyes.
Li Xiaoyi choked with emotion, unable to speak.
Thank you, Weiyi, Ah Chan.
Thank you for pulling my hand in fate’s cold torrent and keeping me in this mortal world.
Sister wishes you a lifetime of growing old together, forever happy.
Just like sister’s lifetime, the same.
The second person to cry was Father Li on stage.
As he accompanied his daughter step by step toward his son-in-law, he originally only felt his heart ache with both sourness and excitement, his eyes growing hot. But at the moment he placed his daughter’s hand in his son-in-law’s, he, an emotionally reserved old man, actually wept profusely.
Why did he feel that he had barely managed to see this moment?
Why did he feel that originally, he didn’t have such great fortune?
A dark, filthy room, blood all over the floor, weak gasping breaths, the instant consciousness collapsed—everything flashed by in a moment.
Father Li stared at the two of them blankly.
So my fate was also saved with all their might by these two children.
Father Li gripped both their hands tightly, his voice hoarse: “Ah Chan, you must treat Weiyi well. I’m entrusting her to you. Weiyi, from now on, be sensible. You two should care for each other more, harmoniously and beautifully… for a lifetime.” In the end, the old father couldn’t hold back and wiped his face with his hand.
Li Weiyi’s tears immediately flowed out as she hugged her father tightly.
Zhang Jingchan said: “I promise you, I will take care of her for my entire life.”
Li Weiyi: “Dad, I didn’t know you could be so sentimental, wuwuwu…”
Watching the scene on stage, many people were very moved.
However, everyone never expected that the person crying the hardest was actually the over-fifty-year-old Old Chairman Zhang Moyun, whose imposing presence remained as strong as ever.
When had anyone ever seen him cry? Even during Fu Ming’s most difficult times back then, this big shot had maintained a resolute appearance in public, never showing any embarrassment. But at this moment, he sat in the place of honor below the stage, pressing his face with his palm, crying uncontrollably.
Even Wu Xinhui beside him was stunned. Even she had never seen Zhang Moyun cry like this. Was her husband confused? Their family was gaining a daughter-in-law, not marrying off a son. At whose wedding was it not the bride’s parents crying while the groom’s parents smiled happily?
Wu Xinhui poked her husband’s palm. Zhang Moyun waved his hand and completely ignored her. He… didn’t know what was wrong with himself either. He couldn’t control it at all, tears streaming down like rain. He thought: This old man has finally seen this day—the little brat is getting married.
Originally, he wouldn’t have been able to see it.
Originally, after half a lifetime of commanding respect, he would have ended up like a rat in a gutter, dying in a corner that never saw daylight.
In fact, no matter how many times they looped, he should have died before this spring.
But in the end, his son and daughter-in-law forcibly changed his fate, snatching him back from fate’s vortex again and again. In the final loop, clearly if he, the old father, had exerted himself, Zhang Jingchan would have had it much easier. But that damned kid refused, insisting he hide in the hospital for three days, afraid the loop’s power would pull some trick and kill him. That kid himself took risks, almost losing his life.
Zhang Moyun wiped his tears, lowered his palm, red-eyed, yet smiled again.
From now on, he would live even longer. Now only in his fifties, in the future he would take care of grandchildren, remain vigorous in old age, his blade still sharp. Those who harmed him should look and see who laughed last now. This old man Zhang Moyun, although I made mistakes and crashed midway, who told me I could recognize my errors and correct them, and have such a good son and good daughter-in-law—in the end, I get to laugh last for my entire life.
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I’m guilty—I’ve been having too much fun these past few days. As a result, this extra chapter has reached 5000 words and still isn’t finished. There’s still a tail remaining. There will be another chapter before 6 PM this afternoon, and then the full story will be complete.