The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity
Chapter 280 - 278: Holding a Makeup Wedding, Chu Yan Tearfully Marries His Wife

Chapter 280: Chapter 278: Holding a Makeup Wedding, Chu Yan Tearfully Marries His Wife

The following noon, it was time for lunch.

A big and a small one sat in front of the dining table, both sporting heavy dark circles under their eyes.

Qin Zhao was tired, while Tengshe had nightmares, having dreamt of several methods of cooking snakes the previous night, an experience filled with terror and agony, truly believing he had died.

Chu Yan was cooking lunch, with Qin Zhao and the little baby synchronously gritting their teeth while glaring at his back.

When he turned around, they simultaneously looked away.

Tengshe still hadn’t figured out why he had fainted yesterday.

During the meal, Chu Yan casually asked, "Zhaozhao, did you enjoy the late-night snack last night?"

Qin Zhao: "?"

What did she eat?

She hadn’t eaten anything last night.

"You ate late-night snacks without me! And you didn’t even save some for me!"

The little baby was pouting, but his vigor faltered as soon as Chu Yan looked at him. Now, whenever he saw Chu Yan, his mind was filled with last night’s snake feast.

Chu Yan chuckled lightly, "That late-night snack couldn’t be shared with you."

Qin Zhao finally realized and her pale cheeks blushed instantly.

She was nearly angrily embarrassed as she glared at him, "Can’t you keep your mouth shut? ’Eat silently, sleep without speaking’, haven’t you heard of it?"

"Eat silently, sleep without speaking?"

He repeated it slowly and laughed again.

"Are you sure you ’sleep without speaking’? I wonder if the neighbors heard any crying last night."

"Chu, Yan!" Qin Zhao was about to burst with anger. This guy was doing this on purpose, wasn’t he?

Chu Yan was indeed doing it on purpose. Since she didn’t stand up for him, he was very spiteful and started bullying Qin Zhao upon returning, especially harshly yesterday.

However, the expression Chu Yan had when looking at Qin Zhao was very innocent, with a faint smile on his lips.

"They all say that crying loudly in someone’s arms shows a deep trust in that person. You told me you never doubted me, and I just wanted to make sure you trusted me enough," he said, as if making Qin Zhao cry was the only way to prove her trust in him.

She took a deep breath, "Chu Yan, don’t make me hit you."

Seeing Qin Zhao with angry flames in her eyes and her spiritual power surging, as if she was about to blast him to pieces the next moment, Chu Yan finally shut up and quietly ate his lunch.

With Qin Zhao in a fury, the house fell silent as a grave.

The little baby glanced at Qin Zhao and then at Chu Yan. Finally, he bowed his head and concentrated on his meal, trying his best to make himself inconspicuous, afraid of being caught in her wrath.

He didn’t know whether Qin Zhao would actually hit Chu Yan.

But he knew Qin Zhao would really hit him.

-

The wedding date approached swiftly, and Chu Yan even prepared a little pageboy suit for Tengshe.

The wedding was low-key, as both of them had few friends. Apart from Qin Zhao’s family and friends, Chu Yan only invited the chancellor of Imperial University and his assistant, Ling Yi.

Qin Zhao, dressed in the wedding gown he had carefully chosen, was holding Qin Yu’s hand.

She was walking slowly toward him from the other end of the red carpet.

Seeing this scene, Chu Yan suddenly felt as though time was moving incredibly slowly.

As Qin Zhao walked towards him, it seemed to take a long time. He suddenly had this surreal feeling, even thinking he didn’t deserve someone as wonderful as her.

The Priest asked if they were willing to be partners for life, through thick and thin.

"I..."

As Chu Yan placed the wedding ring on her finger, the words seemed to stick in his throat, incapable of voicing them.

His eyes brimming with unshed tears, his mind flooded with the hardships they had faced throughout life.

He originally thought, that after his mother’s death, he no longer had a home.

But Qin Zhao’s presence had given him a sense of belonging once again.

This feeling was hard to describe, like being reborn or seeing the light of day after a long night.

It turned out that the end of the long night would indeed welcome the dawn.

"I am willing."

He said softly, devoutly kissing the back of her hand.

Qin Zhao watched him silently, but the wedding made her feel detached from the world because she always felt different from Chu Yan.

He was mortal, she was a cultivator.

A hundred years could pass in the blink of an eye, and when it was his time to leave, it would all seem like a dream. Only such a Chu Yan could persuade her to accept.

This life’s him was untainted.

He had no ties to her past life.

Qin Zhao’s eyelashes trembled slightly as myriad thoughts filled her heart. She thought, now it was time to forget the past.

From the moment she was reborn, she had been a new Qin Zhao; she shouldn’t dwell on the past.

A sense of relief appeared in her eyes, Chu Yan, seeing this, felt an unexplainable tightness in his chest. He couldn’t hear what the priest was saying next and clasped her hand tightly.

He didn’t know what she was relieving, but he felt a sense of panic.

"Qin Zhao, don’t forget me."

An inner voice compelled Chu Yan to blurt out these words.

His voice carried a tinge of melancholy.

Qin Zhao looked at Chu Yan puzzled, "What did you say?"

He furrowed his brows, feeling a slight headache, "No matter what I’m like, please don’t forget me, okay? Even if I was a very bad person before, I will change for you, slowly becoming better."

A vision of an abyss appeared in his mind, with countless ghosts struggling within. A skeleton sat quietly beside the abyss, clutching a white jade hairpin as if it had been sitting there for a very long time.

The Netherworld God had told him that repaying the ghosts’ karma was not enough; since helping a residual soul to be reborn consumed a lot of divine cultivation, he had to serve the Netherworld God.

He had guarded the most dangerous part of the Netherworld abyss for year after year, surviving only on those memories and yearning, the very things Qin Zhao wanted to forget, yet they were the things he dared not forget.

It was his last support in this world.

"Alright, I won’t forget you."

Hearing these words, Chu Yan suddenly cried. He held her tightly, first crying silently, then eventually crying out loud as if burdened with a thousand years of grievances.

Not only was Qin Zhao stunned, but the other attendees were also surprised, looking at Chu Yan.

They had never seen anyone cry like this at a wedding. And this person was Chu Yan, who seemed different from the dignified and cultured doctor they knew.

Or rather, he was different in front of Qin Zhao compared to how he usually was.

The guests all watched.

Qin Zhao patted his shoulder gently, whispering, "Stop crying, today I will agree to anything you say. Otherwise, people will mock you for crying."

"If they want to laugh, let them,"

Chu Yan muttered, leaning on her shoulder.

He was only going to marry once in his life; what was wrong with crying this one time?

After a while, Chu Yan suddenly realized, "Did you just say you’d agree to anything?"

"Yes, stop crying already."

Qin Zhao took the tissue someone handed her and helped wipe his tears.

His usually aloof eyes now brimmed with water, the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye bright red, adding a captivating vulnerability to his handsome face.

Chu Yan whispered softly, "Today, I want to do it in the living room."

Qin Zhao: "?"

Do... what exactly.

Before Qin Zhao could react, Chu Yan wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her.

The guests cheered and applauded, then moved to prepare for the wedding banquet.