Nyoi-Bo Studio

  Nyoi-Bo Studio

  Previously, when Shen Zhilie had gotten married, his wedding had been extremely grand.

  It had been a traditional Chinese wedding, and every procedure had been done in accordance with the customs of the Qing dynasty.

  Two years have passed since and the Old Granny who had presided over the wedding was no longer as robust as she had been then.

  Old Mrs. Shen was disappointed but after thinking it through, she chose to let Shen Manting decide for herself.

  When the question was posed to Shen Manting, she thought for a while before replying, “I would like to wear a wedding gown,” with a bright smile. “I want to look very, very beautiful—like a princess,” she said.

  Her innocent and straightforward tone was filled with happiness.

  Shen Luo’an readily agreed to her requests with a loving smile.

  The wedding was very grand. As there were many elderly members of the family who adhered to tradition, Shen Luo’an and Shen Manting began sleeping separately three days before the wedding.

  There were many, many people who came to attend the wedding.

  Shen Manting had been too nervous the night before to get any sleep at all, and there were dark circles under her eyes the next day, they were extremely evident before she got her makeup done.

  When they were up on stage, the emcee, in a measured and joyful tone, asked Shen Luo’an, “Mr. Shen Luo’an, do you take the lady before you as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, and to be faithful to her till death do you part?”


  Shen Luo’an gazed deeply at Shen Manting and with great affection, replied, “I do.”


  Cheers rang out from below, whistles and roars echoed through the wedding hall.

  “Miss Shen Manting, do you take this gentleman before you as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, and to be faithful to him till death do you part?”


  “I do.”


  The cheers increased in intensity and volume.

  As Ye Qianqian heard the words from the back of the wedding hall, she almost burst into tears, extremely touched by the moment.

  She tugged at Shen Zhilie’s sleeve and said, “They’re finally married. What a tough journey it was to get here.”


  “There’s one more thing that I need to tell you,” Ye Qianqian said as her eyes twinkled with happiness as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I think I’m pregnant,” she whispered.

  “Really?” Shen Zhilie’s eyes brightened. “Really, really?” he repeated.

  Upon seeing his reaction, Ye Qianqian laughed. “I took the pregnancy test three times. All of them were positive.”


  “Haha!” Shen Zhilie guffawed out loud. He picked Ye Qianqian up in his arms and lifted her off of the ground as he exclaimed, “I just knew my wife was the best!”


  The people standing nearest to them began to look over, curious what the commotion was about and Ye Qianqian felt embarrassed. Patting him, she groaned, “Stop yelling! Everyone’s looking at you!”


  But Shen Zhilie couldn’t wait for the whole world to find out. He hugged her close and yelled even louder, “I’m going to be a father! My wife is pregnant!”


  That declaration elicited an uproar and surprised laughter from the elders once again.

  Ye Qianqain buried her face deep into his embrace, but she couldn’t contain her smile.

  It was double the happiness during the wedding.

  There was laughter and music, happiness overflowed from everyone’s hearts and shone on their faces.

  “We’re married!”


  “I’m going to be a father!”


  “Scram! Don’t steal my thunder!”


  “I…… Hahahaha! Stop me if you can!”