Chapter 110: Mom’s Wedding (Part 1)
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When Fan Jun yanked the blanket off, Zou Yang was still hugging a pillow, earnestly lecturing a student in his dream.

“Entering a new environment, unfamiliar teachers, unfamiliar classmates… there will definitely be a lot of discomfort. But why is the wind so strong? In life, you’re bound to constantly face unfamiliar environments… experience icy winters… so the most important thing right now… is to wear more clothes… why is it so cold today…”

“Teacher Zou! Time to get up.”

“This student, don’t rush, it’s not your turn yet… you—”

By the time Zou Yang opened his eyes, he felt like he was still talking.

He stared blankly at the pillow shoved right in front of his nose for a while before coming back to his senses. Yawning, he turned his head and saw Fan Jun standing by the bed—and Xiao Bai sitting properly at the foot of it.

“Put the blanket back,” Zou Yang muttered, closing his eyes and curling up. “It’s freezing…”

“Get up,” Fan Jun said, tossing clothes onto him. “We’ve got a packed schedule today.”

“What schedule…” Zou Yang buried his face into the pillow.

“In the morning, we go try on and pick up the suits, confirm the final process with the wedding planner, check the venue, and meet Liu Wenrui and the others tonight…” Fan Jun rattled it off in one breath.

Zou Yang didn’t move, but the sleepiness quickly faded under the barrage.

His mom and Uncle Lu’s wedding was in a few days. This was the last weekend to get everything done…

“Jesus,” he rolled over, “why is there so much to do for a wedding?”

“It’s not that much. Once you’re awake and your brain starts working, it won’t feel like much,” Fan Jun pinched his waist. “Want me to pull you up?”

“Yeah,” Zou Yang mumbled.

Fan Jun grabbed his arm, pulled, and hoisted him up.

By the time Zou Yang processed it, he was already standing beside the bed.

“Damn,” he buried his face into Fan Jun’s shoulder, “what’s wrong with you?”

“Lu Ze will be at the suit shop at 9:30. He just messaged me—already on his way,” Fan Jun said.

“He’s so proactive?” Zou Yang immediately perked up, grabbing his clothes and starting to get dressed.

For some reason, Zou Yang always felt a bit awkward around Lu Ze—more than with anyone else.

“That’s the agreed time. He just left right on schedule,” Fan Jun said.

“What time is it now?” Zou Yang patted Xiao Bai’s head and jogged toward the bathroom.

“8:40.”

“Why does it feel like 6:40?”

“Feels like that every time you wake up,” Fan Jun said.

Still, Zou Yang moved quickly. Washing up, getting dressed, and eating breakfast—by nine, they were out the door.

“Tomorrow’s the car pickup, right?” Zou Yang sat on the back of Fan Jun’s electric scooter, checking messages in the group chat about the wedding schedule.

“Yeah,” Fan Jun nodded. “After I pick it up, you don’t need to worry about it. Just prep your lessons—with Liu Wenrui’s too.”

“Don’t forget pink ribbons,” Zou Yang said.

His mom had always loved pink—pink, light blue, pastel yellow, light green. But since Zou Yang was in upper primary school, those colors had almost disappeared from her life.

“Got it.”

Liu Wenrui sent over his lesson plan. Zou Yang clicked his tongue and opened it.

A total mess.

If he took that into class, he’d be kicked out halfway through.

[Zou yang]: You seriously don’t even know how to copy properly
[Respect]: How can I copy? I literally told my students not to cheat yesterday
[Zou yang]: Then at least learn something, Teacher Liu
[Respect]: What you’re seeing is my learning result
[Zou yang]: Go test your IQ sometime
[Respect]: Sure, but help polish my lesson plan
[Zou yang]: There’s nothing to polish, half of this needs rewriting
[Respect]: That’s embarrassing
[Zou yang]: You don’t seem embarrassed
[Respect]: Since you insist so enthusiastically, I can’t refuse
[Zou yang]: Get lost.gif

Once autumn hit, the temperature dropped fast. The wind carried a chill, slipping from the collar down the back.

After replying, Zou Yang wrapped his arms around Fan Jun’s waist, shielding him from the wind—and himself too.

Still a bit sleepy, he closed his eyes.

Internship was way more exhausting than classes. Not physically, but mentally. Every day was full of people—mentors, homeroom teachers, students—none of whom you could ignore or brush off.

From morning to night, his brain never stopped. Even sitting in the back during observations, he could fall asleep with his eyes open.

“We’re here,” Fan Jun slowed down.

“Mm.” Zou Yang responded with his eyes closed, not moving.

“We’re here,” Fan Jun repeated, even shrugging his shoulders a bit.

“Mm.”

“How long have you been here?” Fan Jun suddenly asked.

Huh?

Zou Yang froze.

“Just got here. About five minutes,” Lu Ze’s voice came from less than a meter away.

Zou Yang’s eyes snapped open.

Lu Ze was standing right there by the roadside.

The moment their eyes met, Lu Ze nodded quickly and looked away.

Zou Yang immediately let go of Fan Jun and practically jumped off the scooter.

Lu Ze didn’t say much—just turned and walked into the shop, his back radiating the regret of someone who shouldn’t have waited outside.

“Why was he waiting outside…” Zou Yang muttered.

“Probably felt awkward inside with the staff,” Fan Jun parked the scooter. “I told you already—you just didn’t move.”

“You could’ve just said he was here!” Zou Yang said.

“He was right in front of you,” Fan Jun laughed, putting an arm around his shoulder. “Come on. You’re usually not like this…”

“I don’t know why I feel extra awkward around him,” Zou Yang frowned.

Maybe because Lu Ze had witnessed his dramatic coming-out moment… back when their relationship was still tense.

The suits were custom-made and already hanging in the store. They looked great.

Originally, Uncle Lu just wanted to buy something simple for one-time use, but Zou Yang insisted on tailoring—if it’s a wedding, it should fit properly.

So all of them ended up getting custom suits.

Lu Ze tried his on first—a dark navy set. Low-key, but once he put it on, he looked completely different. Calling him “Boss Lu” felt oddly fitting.

“Does it fit?” Lu Ze stood awkwardly in front of them.

“Fits well,” Fan Jun circled him. “Very handsome.”

“Handsome aside,” Lu Ze glanced at the mirror, “as long as it fits. Probably doesn’t need alterations.”

“Yeah.” Fan Jun nodded. “Where’s your phone?”

“What for?” Lu Ze pulled it out.

“Taking a picture for Sister Xiao Yi.” Fan Jun unlocked it with face ID and opened the camera.

“Hey, no—don’t,” Lu Ze stiffened. “What’s there to photograph…”

“Stand properly,” Fan Jun said louder. “You were fine when Rongrong took photos before.”

Lu Ze awkwardly adjusted himself, glancing at the staff.

Fan Jun snapped several photos, then handed the phone back. “Looks good.”

Lu Ze didn’t even check, just muttered, “You learned that from Zou Yang.”

Fan Jun blinked, genuinely confused. “Learned what?”

“Alright, your turn,” Lu Ze said, heading into the fitting room.

Fan Jun glanced at Zou Yang.

“Don’t copy me,” Zou Yang grinned.

“I used to take photos of Xiao Bai too,” Fan Jun said. “Just not of him.”

“Shh,” Zou Yang raised a finger. “They can hear you.”

Fan Jun laughed. “Go try yours.”

“Let’s go together,” Zou Yang said. “There’s more than one fitting room anyway.”

Even if there wasn’t, it wouldn’t be a problem—not like they were with Lu Ze.

When they came out, both were wearing gray suits—Fan Jun’s darker with subtle stripes, Zou Yang’s lighter with faint patterns.

Zou Yang stepped out first.

Fan Jun turned—and froze.

Zou Yang froze too.

They just stared at each other.

Zou Yang’s gaze moved up and down, openly greedy.

Fan Jun looked really good.

A fitted suit emphasized his long legs. The scar on his face, instead of roughness, now gave him a kind of quiet mystery.

Dangerous. Attractive.

Zou Yang stood there for a long time, completely absorbed.

It wasn’t until the staff called him over again that he cleared his throat and walked over.

Fan Jun wanted to grab his phone—but didn’t want to look away. So he didn’t.

Zou Yang had always looked like a college student—casual, simple.

This was the first time Fan Jun saw this other side of him.

“How is it?” Zou Yang asked.

“Very… good-looking.” Fan Jun adjusted his glasses slightly, his fingers brushing his cheek, lightly touching his earlobe.

“You both have great builds. The suits really bring out your presence,” the staff commented.

Fan Jun snapped out of it and quickly pulled his hand back.

Zou Yang turned to the mirror and grabbed his phone. “Let’s take some pictures.”

“Okay.”

They stood side by side—no poses at first.

“Damn, we look good,” Zou Yang muttered while snapping photos.

Fan Jun smiled silently.

“Don’t smile. Be cool. Hands in pockets.”

Fan Jun followed.

“Turn slightly.”

Click click click.

They kept going for ages until Zou Yang finally lowered his phone, surprised.

“…How did that take half an hour?”

Time really flies when you’re distracted by… attractive things.

After arranging delivery of the suits, they rushed off to the wedding company.

Lunch was just a quick rice bowl.

“Tomorrow I’ll buy that sauerkraut pork rice from Nanzhouping,” Fan Jun said.

“And those steamed dumplings,” Zou Yang added.

Fan Jun looked at him, surprised.

“I don’t know… I just suddenly really want it.”

“Okay.”

At the wedding company, everything was neatly printed in a booklet.

“For the flowers—pink and white, confirmed?” the planner asked.

“We also have red and gold—more mature…”

“Pink and white,” Zou Yang said firmly. “My mom has never been mature. She’s always been a little girl.”

The planner laughed. “Got it.”