Chapter 638: 640, Pick up the Bride (First Update)

Mo Qingyi had been in the military for three years.

He learned a lot of skills.

Just ten dialects, no big deal.

"I have the red envelopes right here," Duanmu Zhe immediately took all the red envelopes from his chest and handed them to Mo Qingyi.

Mo Qingyi happily accepted the red envelopes and looked up at Mo Zhixuan with a smile before speaking.

"Listen carefully, bro, I’m only going to say this once. The first one is Hakka. In Hakka, ’I love you’ is ’ya zhong yi yi.’ The second one is Min dialect, ’wa ai li.’ In Cantonese, ’ou hou zhong yi nei a!’ Wu dialect, ’a la lao huan xi nong e’..."

Because he deliberately made it difficult for Mo Zhixuan, Mo Qingyi spoke very quickly, finishing ten different dialects in just over ten seconds, leaving the others around him with shocked expressions.

Nowadays, speaking a foreign language is no longer surprising.

Being able to speak all the languages left by our ancestors, that is what’s truly incredible!

Mo Zhixuan had a good memory and a decent ability to imitate, but faced with ten dialects, he still struggled a bit. He spoke these various regional languages like a foreigner who had just learned Chinese, with a very stiff accent and awkwardly.

This provoked laughter from everyone.

Some even laughed so hard their faces cramped.

No one expected the head of the Mo family to have such a soft and endearing side.

"...no life! I miss you to death!" Mo Zhixuan finally finished the last dialect.

The crowd laughed even harder.

By now, Mo Zhixuan couldn’t help but sigh again at the profoundness of Chinese culture. Compared to the bizarre dialects left by our ancestors, foreign languages were simply weak!

After a series of tests, Mo Zhixuan finally got to lift the veil and, holding a bouquet of flowers, knelt on one knee in front of Chu Jin, "Chu Jin, will you marry me?"

This was the first time he called her by her full name.

Chu Jin’s heartbeat accelerated even more. She slowly looked down, her eyes meeting Mo Zhixuan’s, and at that moment, her runaway heartbeat miraculously stopped. She slightly curved her lips, a faint smile spreading across her face, her dimples shallow, and with gently parted red lips, she said, "Yes."

At the same time, she reached out to take the flowers.

Chu Jin held the bouquet to her chest, making her already radiant face outshine even the flowers.

The girl was lovelier than the blooms.

Mo Zhixuan took the veil and gently placed it back over her head, then proceeded to kneel in front of Zhao Yan and Chu Xiu, falling to his knees before Zhao Yan, "Mom, thank you for entrusting Jin to me. Rest assured, for all of my life, I will be good to Jin alone."

Zhao Yan’s eyes were slightly red as she lifted Mo Zhixuan up, her voice tight, "Mhm, Mom believes in you. You must take good care of Jin."

As for Mo Zhixuan, Zhao Yan was completely at ease.

She had long treated Mo Zhixuan as her own son.

However, as the mother of a daughter, she couldn’t help feeling somewhat sorrowful on the day her daughter was married.

"Take good care of my sister. Don’t you dare bully her, or I’ll beat you so bad you’ll be searching for your teeth!" Chu Xiu extended a hand and playfully punched Mo Zhixuan’s chest. The sixteen-year-old boy, radiantly handsome, already carried an aura unlike ordinary people.

Through the veil, Chu Jin’s eyes suddenly warmed when she heard Chu Xiu’s words, feeling a sourness in her heart and suddenly realizing she had someone to rely on.

It was a different kind of security than what Mo Zhixuan provided.

Chu Xiu offered her the warmth of family ties, thicker than water.

It let her know that in the days to come, she could rely on her mother’s family and brother.

This feeling was very good.

Very warm.

"Don’t worry! I’ll cherish Jin more than my own life!" Mo Zhixuan also playfully punched Chu Xiu back, his expression serious.

This was a way men communicated with each other.

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"The auspicious time is almost upon us," Han Zixiu glanced at his wristwatch and reminded everyone nearby.

Chu Xiu nodded, acknowledging that she was aware, and then walked over to squat in front of Chu Jin, "Sister, I am here to see you off on your wedding day."

The simple eight characters weighed more than a mountain.

Chu Jin looked at the not-so-frail shoulders of the young man before her, took a pair of bamboo chopsticks from a servant, leaned on Chu Xiu’s back, and as Chu Xiu stood up, he effortlessly lifted Chu Jin onto his back, stepping outside with each step firm and stable.

This was a custom in Capital City.

When a girl gets married, she must be carried on the back of her brother or carried by her brother to the car and then escorted all the way to the groom’s house.

This is called sending off the new bride.

Chu Jin, lying on Chu Xiu’s back, felt incredibly content.

She remembered when she first met Chu Xiu; he was only thirteen years old, and his height did not even reach her shoulders.

In the blink of an eye, he had grown into a man capable of protecting his sister.

As Chu Xiu carried Chu Jin to the villa’s gate, she threw the chopsticks in her hand into the yard without looking back.

Observing the scattered chopsticks on the ground, Zhao Yan, following behind, couldn’t help but cry out.

Throwing the chopsticks was also a tradition.

This signified that from then on, the girl had completely left behind her family’s care, officially becoming a part of someone else’s household.

This sentiment was very close to the saying, "A married daughter is like spilled water."

Although it was a Chinese wedding, there was no palanquin prepared.

Outside the villa, rows of top-of-the-line luxury cars were parked, the end of the procession out of sight.

In front of each luxury car stood a young man in a black suit wearing sunglasses, standing statue-like, motionless—a very imposing sight!

Chu Xiu walked to the first bridal car, settled Chu Jin inside, and then Mo Zhixuan went around to the other door and climbed in.

Once everything was ready with the leading wedding car, the young men standing in front of the other wedding cars opened the doors and got in.

They moved with military precision.

Clearly, they had undergone professional training.

The bridesmaids and groomsmen took the second wedding car.

Other relatives were free to choose their rides.

It was only when the deafening sound of firecrackers filled the air that the wedding procession grandly set off, the long line of cars stretching out seemingly without end.

Moreover, what drew the most attention was that all the wedding cars had license plates beginning and ending with the number 8.

Above the luxury cars hovered two helicopters, showering down rose petals.

Wave upon wave of petal rain came down, accompanied by wafts of fragrance.

Moreover, on each petal, were the words "Chu Jin, I love you."

Most importantly, these petals were eco-friendly and would dissipate into the air after half an hour on the ground, eliminating the need for any manual cleanup.

The sky was filled with a rain of rose petals.

It’s as romantic as a scene from an idol drama.

Journalists from major media outlets waited by the roadside, ready to broadcast this grandiose wedding at the earliest convenience!

This was going to be a wedding that would cause a global sensation.

Huagui Park was about ten kilometers away from Phoenix Manor.

Along this ten-kilometer stretch, every 400 meters or so, a pair of men and women dressed in qipao stood by the road, handing out wedding candies and red envelopes to the onlookers.

He who sees, shares.

The amount in the red envelope varies, but the least is 188.

The most is 520.

A display of opulence.

The most precious thing is, there was no scene of scrambling, everyone was very well-mannered.

The wedding procession made its way, surrounded by countless onlookers, with applause and blessings rising and falling in a magnificent sight.

A little girl tore open her red envelope and hopped and skipped, saying, "Mom! Mom! There are six bills!"

There was also a scavenger, who directly received a luxurious gift package.

What he received was not just a gift package, but a new path in life.

What caught everyone’s attention was a middle-aged woman leading a six-year-old boy to the crowd.

The cheongsam-clad staff member immediately handed candy and a red envelope to the woman, smiling, "Ma’am, this is for you and the kid, wishing you a long life and the kid good studies, improve every day."

This was the most special part of the candy distribution at the wedding.

With every candy given, a blessing followed.

Gift roses, hand leaves fragrance.

"Thank you," the woman took the candy but not the red envelope, adding, "Is that Master Chu I saw in the wedding car just now? Three years ago, she saved my grandson and me. Today, I am here to wish her well, but I can’t accept the red envelope. By the way, I have also prepared a gift for Master Chu, could you please pass it on to her?"

The woman was Chu Jin’s first guest.

As she spoke, the woman took an exquisitely wrapped gift box out of her bag and handed it to the staff member, "Please trouble you with this."

The staff member immediately assured her with a smile, "Don’t worry, I will personally deliver it to Miss Chu."

The wedding car continued to move slowly forward.

Every so often, Chu Jin could see groups of people standing neatly on the side of the road, holding banners.

The banners read:

[Dear old friend, we will always be behind you.]

[Goddess! May you always be happy!]

[Goddess, we are your eternal guardians!]

[Goddess, no matter when and where, please remember, we will always be your strongest support.]

All the well-wishers had come voluntarily, some had been touched by Chu Jin’s kindness, some were her fans; they stood from a distance, not coming up to disturb.

For them,

Chu Jin was like a beacon of light, a faith that illuminated the path ahead for them.

Chu Jin looked through the window, seeing all this, her eyes blurring with unstoppable tears.

Mo Zhixuan wrapped his arm around her, kissed her forehead in silent comfort, and then took out his phone to send out a few messages.

Immediately, wedding cars at the back stopped.

From them, snacks, candies, and red envelopes were distributed to the crowd.

Unexpectedly,

They accepted the snacks and candies, but not the red envelopes.

They hadn’t come for money.

Just the fact that Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan arranged for the cars to stop and offered them these things was beyond their expectations.

This also proved they had not loved the wrong goddess.

And the goddess had not married the wrong man.

Even more unexpectedly, a group of small animals chased after the wedding car.

These were stray cats and dogs that had nearly been put to sleep.

Thanks to Chu Jin’s help, they were now living happily and had mastered various skills.

Among them, some became military dogs, others police dogs.

There were even military cats, police cats.

Some even made significant contributions to national scientific research.

Animals have spirits, and perhaps knowing that today was their benefactor’s big day, they had slipped out onto the streets early to wait.

And then there were certain mountain villages.

Broad cement roads had replaced the muddy paths of old.

Children showed their purest smiles in shiny new school buildings.

Two of these school buildings had particularly prominent names.

Jinxiu Building and River Mountain Pagoda.

The names of these two buildings were directly taken from Chu Jin’s name.

The people here, regardless of age or gender, all called Chu Jin the National Goddess.

Today was the National Goddess’s day of joy.

Hence, all the elementary schools had a day off.

However, the children from these mountain villages didn’t go home, instead, they stayed at school to participate in talent shows to wish the National Goddess a happy marriage.

Even though they knew Chu Jin couldn’t see them, they were very serious.

Some cameras captured this precious moment.

The National Goddess’s wedding shook the world!

Whoever was responsible, large screens in central cities around the world were broadcasting this grand wedding live.

Beneath the screens, a bunch of foreigners were covering their mouths, screaming in amazement.

They’d thought their western countries were the most prosperous!

But as it turned out, the truly prosperous country was China!

When they saw the touching scenes on the screen,

Some were moved to tears.

This atmosphere was infectious.

This wasn’t just a wedding.

It was a display of unity, kindness, and harmony within a nation.

"It’s the National Goddess! The National Goddess of China!"

"So beautiful!"

"Isn’t she China’s youngest philanthropist?"

"No! I heard she’s the CEO of The King, the creator of the globally popular Dream Pillow!"

"You all are mistaken! She is a writer, who wrote a masterpiece called ’Blooms like Brocade," said the foreigner, pulling a book out from his backpack, "Here, this one! Her pen name is ’The Return of the Past’!"

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