Free Web NovelChapter 394: Finally
Hua Jing and Fu Jingrong’s wedding became the kind of event people in the capital would talk about for years.
It began with a simple announcement.
At first, many believed it was just another rumor — another exaggerated story created by the media after months of scandals surrounding powerful families. Even when Hua Jing had casually confirmed during an earlier interview that Fu Jingrong was indeed her husband, the public had remained skeptical. Their relationship had always carried an air of mystery, unfolding quietly behind layers of power struggles and hidden truths.
But when the official wedding invitation was released to select guests and the news spread like wildfire across the city, disbelief slowly turned into excitement.
The capital buzzed with anticipation.
Luxury brands competed fiercely for the opportunity to design elements of the ceremony. Event planners whispered in awe about the scale of the preparations. Fashion critics speculated endlessly about the bride’s gown, while business analysts joked that the wedding might temporarily boost the economy.
Yet despite all the attention, Hua Jing and Fu Jingrong had attempted to keep one crucial detail secret — the venue.
They knew their fans.
They knew the media.
They knew the kind of storm that would erupt if the exact location was revealed.
But secrets, in a city like this, rarely stayed hidden for long.
On the morning of the wedding, the streets surrounding the old cathedral downtown were already overflowing with people.
It was a magnificent church built decades earlier, its tall white spires rising proudly into the sky like silent witnesses to countless vows and promises. That day, however, it had never seen a crowd like this.
Fans pressed against the barricades set up by security teams, their excited voices blending into one continuous wave of sound. Some held handmade banners decorated with glittering hearts and calligraphy, others clutched bouquets of flowers as if hoping to personally hand them to the bride.
"Hua Jing, we love you!"
"Fu Jingrong, congratulations!"
"Best couple forever!"
The cheers echoed through the streets like festival music.
Reporters occupied every available space near the entrance, cameras poised and microphones ready. News vans lined the roadside, their antennas pointing toward the sky as if broadcasting the joy of the moment directly into the clouds.
No one wanted to miss a single second.
Inside the church grounds, the atmosphere was entirely different.
It was quiet.
Elegant.
Almost dreamlike.
White roses had been arranged along the pathway leading to the grand wooden doors, their fragrance mingling with the soft scent of incense drifting from inside the sanctuary. Long ribbons of pale gold silk were tied around every pillar, fluttering gently in the breeze like whispered blessings.
Every detail had been planned with astonishing care.
The decorations reflected both Hua Jing’s gentle grace and Fu Jingrong’s understated power — a perfect balance between softness and strength.
When the distant sound of approaching engines finally reached the crowd, excitement surged like electricity.
"The bride is here!"
The announcement rippled through the fans and reporters instantly.
Camera flashes began to burst like fireworks even before the car had fully stopped.
The elegant black vehicle struggled to move through the dense crowd despite the presence of security. Fans leaned forward, trying to catch even the smallest glimpse through the tinted windows.
For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.
Then the car door opened.
A slender hand appeared first, resting lightly against the frame as Hua Jing stepped out slowly.
The veil covering her face shimmered faintly in the sunlight.
And then the crowd exploded.
Screams of admiration filled the air as people caught sight of her gown.
It was breathtaking.
The wedding dress flowed around her like liquid moonlight, crafted from layers upon layers of delicate silk and translucent lace. Tiny crystals had been embroidered along the bodice in patterns resembling constellations, so that every movement caused them to catch the light and sparkle softly.
The neckline was elegant and modest, framing her collarbones like a piece of art, while the long sleeves were made of sheer lace that traced the graceful lines of her arms. The skirt cascaded outward in a gentle train that seemed almost endless, its edges decorated with hand-stitched floral designs inspired by the gardens where she had once found peace during her darkest days.
Her veil was impossibly fine, falling like mist from a crown of white blossoms woven into her hair.
Even through the sheer fabric, her beauty was unmistakable.
For a moment, the cheers softened into awed murmurs.
She looked less like a celebrity and more like something out of a dream — a woman stepping into a future she had fought so hard to claim.
As she walked toward the church entrance, petals were scattered quietly in her path by attendants dressed in soft gold. The sunlight wrapped around her figure like a blessing, and every step she took felt symbolic — a step away from pain, toward a life she had chosen for herself.
Inside the church, Fu Jingrong was already waiting.
He stood at the altar in a perfectly tailored suit of deep charcoal, its clean lines emphasizing his tall, commanding presence. A subtle silver pin shaped like a single rose rested near his collar — the only decorative detail he had allowed.
His expression, however, was what everyone would later talk about.
The moment the doors opened and Hua Jing appeared at the far end of the aisle, something in his carefully controlled demeanor shifted.
The calm businessman the world feared seemed to vanish.
In his place stood a man who looked utterly captivated.
His eyes softened in a way few had ever witnessed. A faint, almost disbelieving smile touched his lips, as though he was still amazed that this woman — his woman — was walking toward him.
Guests seated in the pews exchanged knowing glances.
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The ceremony unfolded slowly, beautifully.
Soft music filled the cathedral, blending with the distant echo of cheers still audible from outside. Sunlight streamed through stained glass windows, painting the marble floor in colors of crimson, sapphire, and gold.
When Hua Jing finally reached him, Fu Jingrong reached out instinctively, taking her hand as though afraid she might disappear if he hesitated.
Through the veil, she smiled at him.
A small, private smile meant only for him.
"Do you take her as your wife?"
"I do"
"Do you take her as your husband?"
"I do."
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The End
