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Chapter 157: Whatever Wengang says goes.
“My life has never been perfect,” Chen Wengang glanced at Huo Niansheng, a gentle curve forming at the corner of his lips. “I’ve made many mistakes, been a mess, suffered unbearable pain, and feel like I’ve lost everything. Unfortunately, it was at this moment that I encountered someone with unclear intentions, not knowing if they were good or bad.” Everyone understood and laughed again.
He continued, “But I quickly realized that at least he’s someone who doesn’t mind my imperfections. Speaking of which, he’s going to swear later, promising to love me, comfort me, respect me, and protect me, regardless of health or illness. Actually, I feel it’s unnecessary because he’s already done all that. I understand him, he understands me, and there’s no need for pretty words. It took me a long time to understand that past regrets don’t matter. Because he has given me so much love—so much that no matter what happens, there’s no reason to complain. So, Frank, don’t be nervous down there; it’s just a microphone; I won’t deduct your salary.”
This time even the main organizer laughed, and applause rang out from the audience.
Chen Wengang finished speaking. He had made speeches on various formal and informal occasions, knowing how to speak appropriately and control the rhythm. But he didn’t like to be sentimental, stopping at the right moment and passing the microphone.
Huo Niansheng stood there, staring at Chen Wengang’s face as if in a trance.
He took the microphone from Chen Wengang’s hand, looked down at it, and chuckled.
The host improvised, turning to him and asking, “Mr. Huo, would you like to share something happy with us?”
Huo Niansheng , “No. I’m not trying to argue, I just feel that perfect people do exist.”
Chen Wengang smiled at him.
Huo Niansheng said, “Of course, today is a great day, whatever Wengang says goes, there’s no doubt about that.”
Amidst the noisy laughter, he lowered his head and gently touched Chen Wengang’s lips, full of tenderness, as if he could push them apart with a little force.
Chen Wengang wrapped his arms around his neck, white petals falling down, and in the distance, a few seagulls soared into the sky.
The wedding continued until noon, and after the banquet, guests began to leave one by one.
Those who wanted to play stayed by the seaside, like Lu Chenlong and his brother, while Xiao Bao became engrossed in collecting seashells, refusing to leave. Some relatives and friends lingered indoors to drink tea and chat. Chen Wengang and Huo Niansheng stayed by each other’s sides until night fell, the sound of excitement on the beach slowly fading away as the tide rose, leaving only two or three staff members tidying up the decorations and chairs.
They returned to the hotel’s presidential suite, Halley lying on the carpet while Chen Wengang sat cross-legged by the window.
Huo Niansheng took a shower, draped in a towel, and walked over, “What’s wrong, tired?”
Chen Wengang snapped out of his thoughts, patting the ground, “Not really.”
Huo Niansheng sat down beside him, and Chen Wengang habitually rested his head in the crook of his arm.
The night view was dazzling, like opening a glittering jewelry box and dazzling the eyes. Chen Wengang’s fingers gradually touched Huo Niansheng’s lips. During the day, they were very restrained in front of others, even their intimacy was controlled, and their kisses were fleeting. It wasn’t until they were alone that they lost themselves in each other. Chen Wengang leaned against Huo Niansheng’s arm, while Huo Niansheng hugged him tightly, like two vines entwined together.
For a long time, they didn’t say anything, just their lips touching, their breaths mingling, tender, and lingering.
Chen Wengang chuckled softly, “How am I perfect? Tell me.”
Huo Niansheng whispered in his ear, “In bed?”
As he spoke, he slid his hand into Chen Wengang’s shirt, only to be firmly held back.
Chen Wengang glanced at Huo Niansheng with a smile, then got up with a grunt, grabbed his towel, and headed to the bathroom.
Huo Niansheng followed with a smile, blocking the door, “Is that answer not acceptable?”
Chen Wengang washed his face, saying, “If you think it is, why not say it in public?”
He wiped his face with a towel, and when he looked up, he saw Huo Niansheng still looking at him, his gaze almost gentle.
Huo Niansheng smiled and hugged him from behind, “You’re a perfectionist; everything has to be in order, but I’m not. Before, for me, life was a game of my own choice; if I could get by, I would, if I couldn’t, I’d accept defeat. There was nothing wrong with that. I never thought my life lacked anything, so I was carefree. But your presence seems to make me uncomfortable, something feels off, makes me feel like I lack something. Later on, I probably figured it out. What I lacked was something worth cherishing. After searching for so long, I finally found you. Whether you’re perfect or not is not something I would consider. I only know that with you by my side, whether it’s dining at a table or sleeping on a bed, I must have you, so that the missing piece can be filled.”
Chen Wengang pulled out a folding mirror, his eyelashes wet and droplets still hanging on his face.
Huo Niansheng gently kissed his nape.
Chen Wengang suddenly laughed, “The host asked about memorable things in the past, and I actually have one. You know, after you left, I actually prepared a memorial meal for you. Luckily, you didn’t taste it. Honestly, it was a bit unpalatable.”
Huo Niansheng asked, “Do I still have a chance to have another meal?”
Chen Wengang turned over and hugged him, “I should be able to cook better now.”
Regarding this wedding, Huo Niansheng’s own public relations department provided various media outlets with a press release, along with suitable photos of them together.
Chen Wengang gradually gained some public exposure, with some media outlets freely exploring beyond the press releases, publishing parts of his resume in their articles, but basically refraining from speaking ill of him. In recent years, Huo Niansheng had been low-key in his actions, not creating any messy scandals for the media to exploit. He had even threatened publicly before, challenging others to compete with him, but it didn’t yield much interest or return on investment, so it wasn’t very meaningful.
As a result, most people just followed the trend and casually mentioned that it seemed like Mr. Huo had indeed changed his ways.
As for Chen Wengang, there was no scandal to dig up about him; he graduated from a prestigious university with an impressive academic background, and he lived modestly and practically. At most, some netizens might say he came from humble beginnings or accuse him of putting on a show to establish an elite persona. After all, there are all sorts of people online, and you can’t control everyone’s mouths.
Some even predicted that he might leverage this wave of attention to make his debut as an internet celebrity.
But it didn’t catch on, scattered across the corners of the internet with very few responses.
In fact, apart from the news of this wedding and what could be gleaned from the university’s official website, almost no other photos of Chen Wengang had leaked. He was very cautious, and he never shared his personal life on social media. Being an internet celebrity isn’t that easy; if the person themselves doesn’t have that intention and doesn’t actively seek attention, the media and the public’s attention quickly shift elsewhere.
To avoid harassment, Chen Wengang and the others temporarily moved to a villa purchased by Huo Niansheng, staying there for about ten days or so.
During this time, they also returned to the villa on the hill for a weekend, letting Harley roam freely in the backyard.
Chen Wengang noticed that the greenhouse in the villa was filled with roses. The butler said that Huo Niansheng had come back and planted them himself. It was unclear what had prompted this sudden urge, but of course, the subsequent maintenance was mainly done by the gardener, and the roses had now grown well.
Early in the morning, when Chen Wengang woke up, the bed beside him was empty. He found Huo Niansheng standing in the glass room, trimming the rose thorns with scissors.
Under the shadow of the flowers, he seemed like an indescribable dream.
Chen Wengang called out to him from afar.
Huo Niansheng turned around, smiling at him as he pressed the shutter.
They spent these days leisurely, waiting for the heat to die down before silently returning to Jiangchao Street.
Re-hosting this wedding meant clarifying their relationship and bringing about some changes in their lives, whether big or small.
Neighbors were shocked by the hidden presence of the young master of the Huo family, realizing that he actually lived among them rather than being an anonymous namesake. Some who were previously close to them had already guessed the truth, while others tried to please them more overtly. Daily outings saw some people clearly trying to curry favor, while others attempted to build relationships or seek benefits. There was even an increase in the number of people coming to Chen Wengang asking for loans.
Many amusing incidents occurred from time to time, making their daily lives quite lively.
After a while, Huo Niansheng and Chen Wengang appeared together at the foundation of the Nian Gang Foundation, sorting out their work.
Pan Zhengyang’s company had not terminated their original cooperation agreement and had proceeded with the funding as planned.
However, according to colleagues, after learning about Chen Wengang’s marriage, Pan Zhengyang seemed somewhat hesitant, with less enthusiastic responses and more indifference. However, later on, for some reason, he seemed to have a change of heart and actively expressed his intention to continue with the cooperation.
Chen Wengang just smiled at this, not feeling surprised at all.
Many entrepreneurs engage in charity not necessarily out of kindness or social responsibility, but also for corporate image, tax breaks, and policy favors. Pan Zhengyang was a smart businessman, not one to let emotions sway his interests.
The person responsible for liaising with Deyang Group was not Chen Wengang, so everything was handled professionally.
However, Pan Zhengyang still sent him a message in the end: “I didn’t choose to continue the cooperation just for the benefits.”
Chen Wengang didn’t reply.
It wasn’t until Chen Wengang and Huo Niansheng attended a dinner party that they had the chance to meet Pan Zhengyang again; he was still well-dressed, his shoes shining brightly, and he had a new style of watch, mingling among different business partners.
He acted as if nothing had happened, walking over to Chen Wengang with a drink in hand.
At that time, Huo Niansheng was surrounded by a group of people, casually raising his glass to him and then looking away.
Pan Zhengyang smiled and tried to join the conversation. However, later in the evening, there was a small disturbance.
A young man barged in who happened to be Pan Zhengyang’s ex-boyfriend. It’s unclear how he managed to get in, but he grabbed Pan Zhengyang, tearfully expressing his desire not to break up. Pan Zhengyang looked extremely embarrassed and quietly scolded him to leave.
But the more anxious he became, the more unwilling the other party was to leave, and they ended up arguing fiercely.
The ex-boyfriend then turned to accuse Pan Zhengyang of deceiving him, of abandoning him halfway through, and of overestimating his own capabilities, always trying to climb the social ladder.
Flashes of cameras were already flickering around them, and Pan Zhengyang’s expression became extremely embarrassed, his face changing color rapidly, before he turned and left in a huff.
Chen Wengang stood by, perhaps because of the various experiences he and Huo Niansheng had recently gone through, and he was even a bit accustomed to such dramas. Perhaps life itself was just one big drama, with everyone putting on a show and taking turns on stage, and that was all.
As the dinner party came to an end, luxury cars began to drive out one after another.
The driver parked Huo Niansheng’s Rolls-Royce on the side of the road. Chen Wengang and Huo Niansheng got out of the car one after the other, and Lao Li drove the car away directly. It wasn’t convenient to park here, and he needed to turn around and drive back to the garage near the villa.
The seafood barbecue stall by the roadside was still bustling, with the boss busy and sweating profusely.
Chen Wengang dragged over a stool to sit down, and the boss’s wife quickly came over: “The usual?”
Huo Niansheng said, “The usual, please make it quick.”
Chen Wengang rested his chin on his hand and looked at him, smiling: “Shall we go for a walk by the river later? Take in some fresh air.”
Huo Niansheng handed him a plate and said, “There’s no rush anyway. It’s Sunday tomorrow, and you don’t have any plans, right?”
The aroma of cumin and chili in the air caught Chen Wengang’s attention, and he was momentarily distracted before turning his head to answer, “No, so what do you want to do?”
Huo Niansheng said, “Let’s find a place we haven’t been to before, just wander around, wherever we end up?”
Chen Wengang smiled, placing his hand in his. After they finished eating barbecue and beef noodles, a waiter came over to tally the bill. Chen Wengang settled the bill, and the two of them walked out of the awning, one in front and one behind. The iron frame was low, so they had to slightly lower their heads as they walked out.
Behind them, regular customers were chatting with the boss, and the boss thought he was speaking softly: “Yes, that’s right…”
Chen Wengang pretended not to hear anything, holding Huo Niansheng’s hand. Huo Niansheng had one hand in his pocket and the other held tightly to his hand. They walked amidst the crisscrossing shadows of the streetlights, disappearing around the corner after a while, the street wall blocking the distant view from behind.
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