Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 653 Wedding Night
After the old lady passed away, Fujiwara stayed with Hongye for three days. During this period, he tried his best to take care of Hongye's emotions so as not to let her go too far.

In the shadow of the mourning hall, Fujiwara's figure seemed to blend into the quiet atmosphere. His eyes fell gently but firmly on Hongye's thin back.

For three days, he was like the protective stone monument, quietly accompanying Hong Ye, occasionally comforting her with soft words, and occasionally holding her and using his body as a support point.

His presence brought unspoken comfort to Hongye. Every little movement he made, even just handing her a glass of water, seemed to silently tell her: "I am here."

As time goes by, Hongye's expression slowly transitions from deathly silence to budding vitality. An imperceptible blush began to appear on her face, and her eyes gradually regained their luster.

These subtle changes did not escape Fujiwara's attention. He felt vaguely in his heart that his persistence and efforts were in the right direction. Now is Hongye's weakest and most exhausted time. If you want to be good to her, then take the opportunity to treat her more and conquer her completely.

The family elders also noticed the changes. They talked to Fujiwara outside the mourning hall, their tone of voice both concerned and probing. They were very careful with Fujiwara, after all, the previous forced marriage had caused quite a stir.

Fujiwara remained polite and firm throughout such conversations. His voice was low and powerful: "I respect the old lady's wishes, and I am willing to marry Hongye." His eyes did not dodge, and he looked directly at the other party, showing his sincerity and determination.

When the uncles heard this reply, they looked at each other and smiled, the wrinkles between their brows relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

The day after the first seven days, the elders summoned Fujiwara and Momiji to discuss matters regarding the cemetery.

Fujiwara took a deep breath, and then spoke slowly, his voice steady and firm: "I am willing to be Hongye's husband and a member of this family." His hands were slightly clenched, showing his determination.

Seeing this, the elders finally felt relieved and announced with a smile: "Since you all agree, then I will make the decision for you." Their voices were full of relief and satisfaction.

Hongye felt a sense of surprise and her heart beat faster, but she still tried her best to maintain etiquette and clasped her hands tightly together to hide her inner excitement. The corners of her mouth raised involuntarily, and she smiled secretly.

That day, the sun shone through the paper sliding door on the tatami, and Fujiwara and Momiji sat side by side. Their fingers touched lightly inadvertently, conveying warmth and tacit understanding. Hongye secretly raised his head and glanced at Fujiwara, his eyes flashing with anticipation and uneasiness.

The elders began to discuss, their voices low and serious: "Fujiwara, what do you think about becoming part of our family?" Their eyes were locked on Fujiwara, waiting for his answer.

Hongye's eyes were moist, but she held back her tears. She lowered her head and said softly: "I believe you, Fujiwara." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's moan, but every word was full of trust.

Fujiwara turned to look at Hongye, his eyes full of promise: "I promised the old lady that I would make you happy." His words flowed slowly, full of the power of the oath.

At this moment, Fujiwara and Momiji's fingers were tightly intertwined, their eyes met and they smiled.

The wedding was scheduled for a month later on Wednesday, on a breezy afternoon.

The venue was decorated simply and solemnly, with white and beige curtains swaying gently in the breeze. Because there was a funeral not long ago, the wedding of the two was extremely simple. The guests are all members of the Ooka family.

On the side, someone gently cut the white "paper hangings" into thin strips with skillful and sacred techniques. They were like the first snow in winter, pure and long.

Then, they carefully wrapped the cut paper strips around the BICIGI branches. Every action was a sign of respect for tradition and the memory of their ancestors.

Hongye's eyes were slightly moist. She looked at these white notes and thought of her grandmother who passed away not long ago.

Fujiwara turned to look at her with soft eyes and said softly: "Red leaves, this day has finally come."

Hong Ye opened her eyes. Her eyes were filled with happiness and longing for the future. She responded with a smile: "Yes, this day has finally arrived."

As she spoke, Hongye gently held up the hem of her skirt and walked forward slowly. Her face looked more gentle against the delicate white makeup.

Fujiwara stood beside her, wearing a traditional black kimono with the Ooka family crest on his shoulders.

When Hongye raised her head slightly, her eyes flashed with happiness and expectation, and Fujihara responded to her with a firm and gentle look.

The two of them knelt down in front of the Buddha statue, clasping their hands together. Hongye's lips trembled slightly, and she read out the oath in an almost inaudible voice: "May our hearts be connected and stay together in this life."

Fujiwara also read out the oath in a leisurely tone, "May our paths run parallel and we will never be separated in this life."

During the jade string laying ceremony, since Fujiwara Hoshiumi was an orphan, this task fell on the elders of the Ooka family. The old man's hands trembled as he raised the jade string, and his voice sounded, revealing the vicissitudes of the years: "May the gods witness it, and may the ancestors bless you." As soon as he finished speaking, he turned to Fujiwara, with recognition and expectation for this young man in his eyes. .

Fujiwara bowed deeply and said in a steady tone: "Thank you, I will use my actions to uphold our oath, and I will use my own ability to uphold the honor of the Ooka family. I also hope that all uncles will believe I."

When he finished speaking, the entire scene was filled with an indescribable depression. Except for Hongye's eyes, which shone with a hint of imperceptible tenderness and pride, everyone else's faces were indifferent, and some even had an unnatural stiffness in the corners of their mouths.

Fujiwara glanced at Hongye who was immersed in happiness with his peripheral vision and said silently in his heart:
"That's right. You should be the only one who is really happy about this wedding. But don't worry, I will protect you in the future."

Everyone seemed to be wearing a mask. They looked calm on the surface, but the loss and jealousy in their eyes almost overflowed.

Fujiwara noticed all this, and his heart was not disturbed, because he had already understood that these people came because of the inheritance he and Hongye had. Their smiles are just a cloak of etiquette. Once peeled off, the jealousy and dissatisfaction underneath are nakedly exposed.

So false.
Thinking of this, a bitter smile appeared on Fujiwara's lips. He knew that the real storm was coming, and today was just the calm before the storm. The real bloody storm was about to come.
(End of this chapter)