On the day of Zhou Jiayu and Lin Zhushui’s wedding, many prominent figures from the fengshui world came to offer their congratulations. Zhou Jiayu didn’t know most of these people, but there were some familiar faces, such as Monk Huiming, whom he had met during the bridge accident incident where he had helped souls cross over.

“Mr. Lin,” Huiming was dressed in casual clothes this time, but his unique aura was still as captivating as ever. He said, “Long time no see.”

“Long time no see,” Lin Zhushui extended his hands and made a gesture of palms pressed together, returning the greeting.

Lin Zhushui’s white hair clearly indicated that much had happened to him, but Huiming didn’t ask. Instead, he turned to Zhou Jiayu and softly said, “This gentleman’s aura feels somewhat familiar. Have we met somewhere before?”

Lin Zhushui said, “You have indeed met.”

Huiming said, “Hmm…”

Lin Zhushui asked, “Do you remember the string of bracelets you gave away?”

A hint of disbelief appeared in Huiming’s eyes: “Could it be?”

Lin Zhushui nodded.

Huiming’s eyes lit up, and he was about to ask further, but Lin Zhushui stopped him with a hand: “I’m getting married; where’s my wedding gift?”

Huiming hadn’t expected Lin Zhushui to be so shameless. This reminded him of the last time Lin Zhushui had forcibly taken two strings of sandalwood beads as a meeting gift. He gritted his teeth and said, “…Lin Zhushui, on the way here, I was just wondering why you invited me, and it turns out you were just trying to mooch off me?” He had just called him “Mr. Lin,” but now he was so angry that he started calling him “Lin Zhushui.”

“Do you have one or not?” Lin Zhushui showed no signs of backing down.

“Even if I do, it’s not for you,” Huiming’s handsome face was twisted into a slightly ferocious expression by Lin Zhushui. “You, when do you plan to give my disciple a meeting gift?”

Lin Zhushui said, “You didn’t bring your disciple, so I haven’t met them. Where would a meeting gift come from?”

Huiming had nothing to say and could only angrily toss the gift over, turning around and leaving indignantly. He said, “Don’t you dare come to my temple, or I’ll flay a few layers of skin off you.”

Zhou Jiayu watched from the side and found the two of them quite amusing. He hadn’t expected Lin Zhushui to have such a childish side.

Huiming’s gift box was opened, revealing a piece of beautifully colored amber. Inside the amber was a very beautiful small insect. This insect was a species Zhou Jiayu had never seen before, but it looked somewhat like a butterfly, with faint blue wings, perfectly encased in the amber. It was almost perfectly preserved, every detail clearly visible.

“What kind of insect is this?” Zhou Jiayu asked, touching the amber.

Lin Zhushui said, “This insect is called Blue Amber, and it’s said that if you place it under your pillow, you can dream of the person you long for, to ease the pain of lovesickness.” He looked at the amber and let out a soft sigh.

It seemed Huiming had also heard about him, which was why he sent such a stone.

At that time, in order to find Zhou Jiayu, Lin Zhushui had exhausted all methods and had no energy to hide things from those around him. Now that he was suddenly marrying Zhou Jiayu, some people, upon hearing the same name belonging to different individuals, naturally conjured up strange scenarios in their minds—such as dramatic “stand-in” tropes.

However, Lin Zhushui could not explain everything to everyone, as Zhou Jiayu’s resurrection was an unspeakable secret. If outsiders knew, it could invite disaster, so in this matter, Zhou Jiayu could only suffer a little.

The officiant for this wedding was Lin Jue. She wore a beautiful qipao, as lovely as a blooming flower; just looking at her from afar, one could almost smell her alluring fragrance. She waved at Zhou Jiayu and Lin Zhushui, and then gave them some instructions.

Lin Zhushui, head bowed, was gently adjusting Zhou Jiayu’s tie. He spoke softly, “Why are you getting scared again?”

“I’m not scared,” Zhou Jiayu replied.

“If you’re not scared, why are you trembling?” Lin Zhushui countered.

As they finished this exchange, Zhou Jiayu was struck by a sense of familiarity, realizing they had spoken these exact words when they first met. A long time had passed since then, but thankfully, the person by his side had remained constant.

Lin Zhushui finished straightening Zhou Jiayu’s clothes, then took his hand, preparing for the wedding procession.

Lin Jue, radiant like a spring flower, stood on the stage. After her opening remarks, she announced the grooms’ entrance. Hearing this, Lin Zhushui, holding Zhou Jiayu’s hand, stepped onto the red carpet.

Both dressed in suits, one black, one white, one tall, one short, they made a perfectly matched pair. Their fingers intertwined, they walked to the end of the red carpet.

Lin Jue recited the vows and then instructed them to exchange rings. Lin Zhushui held Zhou Jiayu’s hand, slowly raising it, and slid the custom-made wedding ring onto Zhou Jiayu’s ring finger. Then it was Zhou Jiayu’s turn to place the other ring on Lin Zhushui’s finger.

The entire ceremony went incredibly smoothly, without any hitches, giving Zhou Jiayu an almost unreal feeling, as if he were dreaming.

It wasn’t until their lips met that this sense of unreality gradually faded. Zhou Jiayu felt the warmth of Lin Zhushui’s lips. Lin Zhushui seemed to sense Zhou Jiayu’s unease, and the kiss, filled with comfort, slowly calmed Zhou Jiayu’s heart.

Only then did Zhou Jiayu truly believe that everything was real. He and Lin Zhushui were genuinely together. They had held their wedding, exchanged their rings, and no one could ever separate them again.

Zhou Jiayu finally beamed with a brilliant smile.

Since both their parents had passed away, they skipped the traditional tea ceremony for elders. Zhou Jiayu had expected nothing more after they left the stage, but to his surprise, as soon as Lin Zhushui descended, he was immediately swarmed by the guests.

As a prominent figure in the fengshui world, Lin Zhushui’s sudden disappearance and equally sudden reappearance, coupled with a wedding to another man, had naturally piqued everyone’s curiosity. With the ceremony over and Lin Zhushui finally mingling, being surrounded was to be expected.

Of course, those who dared to corner Lin Zhushui were all seasoned veterans of the fengshui world, to whom even Lin Zhushui had to show some deference.

“Go on, find something to eat first,” Lin Zhushui instructed Zhou Jiayu, lightly scratching his palm when he saw the situation. “I’ll probably be here for a while.”

Zhou Jiayu nodded and turned to leave without a second thought. Indeed, after just two steps, several figures emerged from around Lin Zhushui, encircling him. Most of these figures were white-haired elders; Zhou Jiayu wondered how they could be so agile.

Zhou Jiayu had been busy all day and was feeling hungry. The wedding was a buffet, so he casually found a table, sat down, and began to eat, his gaze sweeping across the venue.

“Wow, Mr. Lin really got married like that?” a soft female voice drifted from nearby. Zhou Jiayu glanced over and noticed two young women talking not far from his right. They had their backs to him, and judging by their age, they were likely children of one of the families, attending with their parents.

“I heard my grandfather say he’s no longer a Pure Yang Body?” another girl commented. “Mr. Lin’s eyes are truly beautiful when they’re open…”

Zhou Jiayu popped a piece of mango into his mouth, silently agreeing with her aesthetic assessment. His Mr.‘s eyes were, of course, the most beautiful.

“It’s just, I don’t know why he chose a man,” someone else added. “But I think I’ve heard some rumors…”

Although Zhou Jiayu was somewhat oblivious to emotional subtleties, he wasn’t so foolish as to be easily swayed by outsiders. With him sitting right there, it would be odd if the two girls genuinely hadn’t noticed him. Clearly, these words were deliberately spoken for his benefit.

Zhou Jiayu smiled faintly, rather curious to hear what else they had to say.

“Yes, I remember Mr. Lin used to date someone named Zhou Jiayu. That person later died, but it caused a huge stir, and Mr. Lin even got white hair overnight because of it…” The speaker’s voice seemed to deliberately grow louder, as if afraid Zhou Jiayu wouldn’t hear. “Mr. Lin was so deeply in love, how could his mind suddenly change… Could it be that…”

“He probably just wanted a substitute, sigh, poor him. How can a living person compete with a dead one?” the other girl said, sighing heavily twice after her statement.

Zhou Jiayu was happily eating his food. When they finished speaking and showed no signs of continuing, he stood up and turned to face the two girls: “What are you two talking about?”

As he approached, Zhou Jiayu recognized their faces, finding them vaguely familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before. He thought carefully and quickly recalled that they seemed to be members of the Lin family, though he didn’t know which branch.

“Nothing at all,” the slightly taller girl feigned an innocent look. She whispered, “We didn’t say anything; you must have misheard.”

Zhou Jiayu wasn’t falling for it: “You have the guts to say it but not the guts to admit it? What’s this about living people not being able to compete with the dead? Don’t think I’ll show you respect just because you’re girls.” Even a worm turns, let alone him, especially on his and Lin Zhushui’s big day. If these two girls deliberately came to provoke him, and he still tolerated it, wouldn’t he be a pushover?

Zhou Jiayu had a delicate appearance, and having been in a coma for a long time, his physique looked somewhat frail, giving people the impression that he had a very good temper. However, at this moment, with his chin slightly raised, his lips tightly pursed, and an unfriendly look in his eyes, the two girls who had harbored ill intentions felt a shiver of fear and even involuntarily wanted to apologize.

But before the apology could leave their lips, Lin Zhushui, who had been surrounded, appeared behind Zhou Jiayu. Though he had been encircled, he had been constantly attentive to Zhou Jiayu’s movements. Now, seeing him seemingly in a dispute with someone, he immediately left the crowd and walked to Zhou Jiayu’s side.

“What’s wrong?” Lin Zhushui gently put his arm around Zhou Jiayu’s shoulder.

Perhaps it was his gentle expression, his doting eyes too obvious, that Zhou Jiayu clearly saw the two girls standing in front of him look incredibly surprised. Lin Zhushui had always been as cold as ice; what was so special about the person in front of him that he had melted?

“Hmm?” Seeing no one spoke, Lin Zhushui asked again.

“They said living people can’t compete with the dead,” Zhou Jiayu leaned into Lin Zhushui’s arms. “Zhushui, what do you say?”

Lin Zhushui saw the playfulness in Zhou Jiayu’s eyes and knew he was joking: “That depends on who the living person is.”

Zhou Jiayu asked, “Then do you like me or him?”

Lin Zhushui stated, “I like Zhou Jiayu.”

The two girls were utterly shocked, their faces pale. They might have been instructed by someone to sow discord between Zhou Jiayu and Lin Zhushui, but they never expected that the “fish” had long merged with the “water”; how could a few words possibly separate them?

Afterward, Lin Zhushui had the security guards escort the two girls out of the wedding venue. Lin Po’s father—the old-fashioned fengshui who had strongly opposed Lin Zhushui and Zhou Jiayu’s wedding—also left with them.

“Lin Zhushui, how dare you kick me out, how dare you—” The man in his forties was held by the security guards, looking utterly disheveled. “Are you trying to get expelled from the Lin family by treating me like this!”

Lin Zhushui said nothing, simply waved his hand at the security guards. So, the guards, very understandingly, grabbed a napkin, stuffed it into his mouth, and forcefully dragged him out.

Throughout this entire process, Lin Po stood beside Lin Zhushui, looking incredibly awkward and unable to speak for a long time. He knew his father was foolish, but he never expected him to be this foolish. Instigating younger family members to cause trouble for Zhou Jiayu at the wedding venue—he felt embarrassed just thinking about it. So, when Lin Zhushui gave the order to act, Lin Po quietly turned his face away, pretending he hadn’t heard.

Aside from this minor incident, the rest of the wedding proceeded very smoothly.

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In the evening, Lin Zhushui first prepared a medicinal bath for Zhou Jiayu. Because Zhou Jiayu’s health wasn’t very good, his maintenance routine had always been meticulously observed. Everything he ate and used at home was strictly selected by Lin Zhushui, and medicinal baths every few days were indispensable.

However, standing at the entrance of the bath, Zhou Jiayu’s steps halted.

“What’s wrong?” Lin Zhushui inquired.

Zhou Jiayu hesitated, “Today… can I skip the medicinal bath?”

“Why not?” Lin Zhushui’s hand gently pressed on Zhou Jiayu’s back. Through the thin clothing, he could feel Zhou Jiayu’s protruding spine. His “fish” was too thin. Although his body had partially recovered, there was still a significant distance from a normal person’s physique. Therefore, Lin Zhushui still prepared a medicinal bath for Zhou Jiayu every three days.

“It will leave a smell,” Zhou Jiayu whispered. “Just for today, can I skip it?” After a medicinal bath, his body would retain a strong herbal scent. Normally it was fine, but on this special day, he didn’t want anything to be imperfect.

“Okay,” Lin Zhushui said, “We’ll make it up tomorrow.”

After saying that, he directly scooped Zhou Jiayu into his arms and turned to enter the bedroom.

This was their first intimate encounter since Zhou Jiayu’s rebirth. The merging of body and spirit was, all in all, a joyful experience.

That night, Zhou Jiayu was almost sleepless. In the end, Lin Zhushui only stopped out of consideration for his body.

The two embraced each other, the room filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.

Zhou Jiayu’s eyes were half-closed as he softly said, “Sir, it’s a good thing you found me.”

“Yes,” Lin Zhushui kissed Zhou Jiayu’s neck, “it’s a good thing I found you.”

Some things are best not pondered too deeply. If one were to dwell on them, it would only bring pain. Putting oneself in the other’s shoes, if Zhou Jiayu had been responsible for Lin Zhushui’s funeral, watching his body turn to ashes, seeing him buried in the cold earth, it would have been akin to slow torture.

Lin Zhushui, with hair turned white overnight, must have possessed an extraordinary resolve to search for his lost lover in the vast world.

Fortunately, heaven was merciful, and they were finally able to embrace and sleep together at this moment.

The next morning, Zhou Jiayu couldn’t get up. His whole body ached terribly, covered in red marks. Lin Zhushui, having been suppressed for so long, exploding was terrifying. Just thinking about it made a certain part of Zhou Jiayu ache faintly.

Of course, after they were done, Lin Zhushui took Zhou Jiayu to shower and applied medicine, otherwise he might not even have been able to get out of bed today.

After finally lying in bed until the afternoon, Zhou Jiayu limped to the living room, only to find that the atmosphere in the room was a bit off.

Lin Jue was sitting on the sofa, smoking. There were already more than twenty cigarette butts in the ashtray in front of her, and she still held one, from which wisps of smoke curled.

Xiao Jin sat beside Lin Jue, also silent, just quietly watching Lin Jue. His thin lips slightly parted, he asked, “What are you going to do?”

Seeing Zhou Jiayu arrive, Lin Jue quickly stood up and said, “Jiayu, you’re here. We saved you some food; have some first…”

She was so stiff in trying to change the subject that even Zhou Jiayu noticed something was wrong with her.

“Lin Jue,” Xiao Jin’s speaking pace had always been slow, but it carried an undeniable authority, “You need to take responsibility for me.”

Zhou Jiayu: “…???”

Lin Jue swallowed hard, her gaze a little unfocused: “But what did you say I did to you? I don’t remember any of it. You have to show some evidence, right?”

Hearing this, Xiao Jin began to take off his clothes without a word.

Zhou Jiayu’s jaw almost dropped in shock. Lin Jue’s hand holding the cigarette trembled, perfectly embodying the reaction of a guaranteed scumbag being exposed.

Xiao Jin wasn’t wearing much and quickly took off his top, revealing his beautiful body. Perhaps because he wasn’t human, his physique could almost be described as flawless, without a single scar or blemish, almost blinding Zhou Jiayu.

But upon this body, there were some strange marks, such as bite marks on his shoulder and scratches on his arm, all telling everyone that some subtle things had happened…

Lin Jue covered her face in agony.

“I wanted to leave at the time,” Xiao Jin began to slowly put his clothes back on. “The people present can testify.”

Lin Jue said, “They were all drunk, you, you…”

Xiao Jin made a stop gesture. He seemed to have anticipated that Lin Jue would try to renege on her word, and at this moment, he showed no panic: “I have other evidence.”

“What evidence?” Lin Jue was startled. Only then did she realize that Xiao Jin seemed to have come prepared, having everything ready.

Xiao Jin said, “People can commit perjury, but surveillance won’t lie. You can go check yesterday’s footage.”

Lin Jue lit another cigarette and smoked it. She said, “That…”

But before she could speak, Xiao Jin coolly retorted, “Lin Jue, are you really going to go back on your word?”

Lin Jue had nothing to say.

Zhou Jiayu hadn’t expected to wake up this morning to such a dramatic scene. Although Xiao Jin had lived with them for quite some time and had clearly expressed his intention to pursue Lin Jue, he had always been low-key. He never expected him to go big with his first move.

In the heavy air, Xiao Jin called someone to bring the video footage.

Lin Jue’s face was ashen, like a suspect sentenced to death.

Zhou Jiayu watched, torn between laughter and tears, feeling like he was watching a melodramatic romance drama.

When the security guard brought the videotape, Lin Zhushui also arrived. Seeing the lifeless atmosphere in the room, he casually asked what was wrong.

Zhou Jiayu briefly explained the situation, and then saw Lin Jue fake-crying, saying she truly didn’t remember what happened yesterday. She had drunk nearly three catties, mixing white and red wine, and had no idea what happened in the latter half of the night…

Lin Zhushui responded to Lin Jue’s fake tears with a very merciless three words: “Accept your fate.“

Lin Jue: “…”

The video was inserted into the computer, and Zhou Jiayu pressed play.

The screen on the computer came alive. Zhou Jiayu saw Lin Jue sitting at the table, sleeves rolled up, drinking with someone. She drank with great gusto, her face already showing signs of intoxication. The video had sound, but it was a bit noisy, interspersed with other sounds.

At this point, the wedding reception was nearing its end, but Lin Jue showed no signs of stopping. She treated the alcohol in front of her like water, gulping down glass after glass, making Zhou Jiayu’s heart ache. He vaguely guessed the reason for Lin Jue drinking like this… it was probably related to her own unfinished wedding.

Drinking like this, no matter how good one’s alcohol tolerance, would be unbearable. Lin Jue was clearly close to her limit; her expression began to grow vacant, and her movements became increasingly exaggerated.

However, at this point, most of the people remaining at the table were nearly completely drunk, and no one noticed Lin Jue’s strangeness. Meanwhile, Xiao Jin, who had been quietly watching Lin Jue, had been sitting nearby the whole time. He seemed to have guessed that advising Lin Jue at this point would be useless, so he didn’t say anything to persuade her.

Lin Jue drank too much and collapsed onto the table. It was then that Xiao Jin finally made a move. His face seemed a bit helpless as he slowly walked to Lin Jue’s side and gently patted her shoulder, telling her to go back to the bedroom to sleep.

“No! I won’t!” Lin Jue suddenly looked up. “I’m going to sleep here, right here!”

Xiao Jin: “…You’ll catch a cold.”

Lin Jue’s expression paused for a moment. Just when everyone thought she would listen to reason, she pouted her mouth and burst into loud sobs: “No, I won’t—I’m going to sleep here! You don’t like me anymore, you don’t even pamper me—”

The people watching the video: “…”

Lin Jue, silently smoking: “…”

Xiao Jin looked at Lin Jue expressionlessly: “Want to continue?”

Lin Jue, with an expression as if facing death, said, “Continue!” She was still stubborn, “My drinking behavior is very good; at most, I’ll cry once. I definitely wouldn’t do that kind of thing to you!”

Xiao Jin sneered when he heard this and pressed the fast-forward button, showing them the most crucial scene.