TYMRHBSES Chapter 42

The wedding was scheduled for early August and proceeded as planned.

“Young Master Jiang is absolutely stunning!” The stylist, adjusting his hair, couldn’t help but exclaim, “When President Fu sees you, he’ll be completely mesmerized!”

Jiang Luoluo curved her lips, and a smile bloomed on her delicate, exquisite face in the mirror.

“Thank you for your trouble. I’m a little tired and would like to rest for a moment.”

The stylist nodded understandingly and thoughtfully closed the door behind her.

The faint smile on Jiang Luoluo’s face vanished, and he stared blankly at his reflection in a white suit in the mirror. His eyes instantly welled up.

Gazing at the progress bar, which was nearly maxed out, the System spoke to comfort her: [I’m so sorry, Luoluo… Please don’t be too sad…]

Jiang Luoluo, her eyes red, whispered, “I don’t want to leave him…”

[After spending so much time together, feeling reluctant to part is natural. Especially since you’re not a professional, it’s inevitable that you’d invest genuine emotions…]

The System sighed. [Even if you do nothing now, they’ll still love you, and the favorability will quickly max out. You’ll still have to leave.]

Two teardrops rolled down her eyelashes, and Jiang Luoluo lowered her gaze to the ring in her palm.

[Actually, you could look on the bright side. You can still come back once you’ve completed all the tasks.]

Jiang Luoluo wiped away her tears. “Really?”

The System’s voice faltered for a moment, then quickly regained its resolute tone: [Of course it’s true!] [footnote]T/N:- I have the right to remain silent here. poor Louluo……! You heartless, lying system.! (╥﹏╥) [/footnote]

The lawn was ablaze with a sea of roses—crimson, white, and pink—their vibrant hues almost merging into a single floral tapestry. Melodious music drifted through the air, mingling with the chatter of guests, creating a lively atmosphere.

Even Fu Tingchuan, usually expressionless in business settings, wore a rare smile today as he greeted arriving guests.

“President Fu, congratulations! You’ve won the heart of a beauty!”

“Ah, I’ve seen Mrs. Fu. Standing beside you, President Fu, you’re the perfect match—a truly stunning couple!”

“President Fu, you’re positively radiant with joy! Congratulations!”

As wave after wave of guests took their seats, Fu Tingchuan glanced at his watch. The appointed hour was drawing near.

“Young Master, the ceremony will begin in ten minutes,” his assistant informed him.

Fu Tingchuan nodded and was about to turn away when a seductive voice called out from behind him: “Brother Tingchuan!”

He turned to see Bai Tang, his brow furrowing in annoyance.

Bai Tang was dressed even more provocatively than usual. A tight suit clung to his curvaceous figure, and he leaned bonelessly against a middle-aged man, allowing the man to openly caress his waist in broad daylight.

“Brother Tingchuan, why didn’t you send me an invitation to your wedding?” Bai Tang asked, covering his mouth with a giggle. “If it weren’t for President Hou, I wouldn’t have even been able to get into your wedding!”

Seeing Fu Tingchuan’s expression darken, President Hou quickly released Bai Tang and offered a fawning smile. “President Fu, he said he lost his invitation, so I let him in…”

Fu Tingchuan stared at Bai Tang with an expressionless face, his gaze as dark and cold as ink. “Don’t try to play any more tricks on me.”

With that, he turned and left.

The man surnamed Hou had also figured out the situation by now. Finding Bai Tang troublesome, he decided not to even try to take advantage of him. After muttering a few curses under his breath, he left as well.

Bai Tang’s face flushed with a mixture of red and green. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, glaring malevolently at the poster of Jiang Luoluo and Fu Tingchuan, like a venomous snake.

The wedding ceremony was underway.

Amidst the cheers of the guests, Fu Tingchuan held Jiang Luoluo’s waist with one hand and cupped the back of his head with the other, pulling him into a deep kiss.

Their possessive breaths mingled, reddening Jiang Luoluo’s face. The person kissing his lips paused for a moment, then became infinitely gentle.

As they parted, Fu Tingchuan pressed his forehead against Jiang Luoluo’s, a tender smile gracing his clear, handsome face. “My baby, you’re finally mine…”

Another wave of cheers erupted from the crowd. Qin Zheng, seated in the front row, even whistled seven or eight times in succession.

[Target’s Favorability: 100. Character extraction in progress…]

A figure slipped through the back of the guest seating area, glaring venomously at the embracing couple, grinding his teeth. “It’s all your fault! All your fault!”

“I’ve lost everything! I hate you! Why do you deserve to be so happy? You should both die!”

He raised his hand, the dark muzzle of the gun aimed at them.

*Warning! Host’s life is in danger!! Warning!!!*

A sharp alarm blared. Jiang Luoluo instinctively tilted his head, quickly spotting the face contorted with rage and the finger about to pull the trigger among the smiling crowd.

Happiness still lingered in his round, almond-shaped eyes. With a surge of unknown strength, Jiang Luoluo shoved Fu Tingchuan away.

*Bang!*

A sharp gunshot rang out. A bloody hole appeared in Jiang Luoluo’s chest. He swayed unsteadily, like a kite with its string cut, and collapsed to the ground.

“Luoluo!”

Jiang Luoluo’s eyes glazed over. He heard Fu Tingchuan’s anguished cry, but found he could no longer make out his features.

Waves of pain surged through his chest, or perhaps it was his heart that ached more. Jiang Luoluo tried to speak, but could only cough up mouthfuls of blood.

Fu Tingchuan frantically pressed his hands against Jiang Luoluo’s chest, but the blood continued to gush out. He clutched the young man in his arms tightly, his panic so profound that he repeatedly wiped the blood from Jiang Luoluo’s face, each time smearing the pristine white skin with blood.

Jiang Luoluo struggled to grasp Fu Tingchuan’s hand, his voice so faint it was almost lost in the chaos of the crowd. Yet Fu Tingchuan knew with absolute certainty what he had said:

“Fu Tingchuan, I love you.”

“You’ll be alright! My husband, you’ll be alright!”

Fu Tingchuan held the man in his arms tightly, ignoring the terrified glances of the paramedics. He kissed Jiang Luoluo’s cold lips again and again…

…

Fu Tingchuan, dressed in a black suit and holding a bouquet of white roses, stood before the tombstone.

His sharp facial features were icy and severe. He knelt on the ground, placing the flowers before the tombstone, his trembling fingers tracing the black-and-white photograph.

In the photo, Jiang Luoluo shyly pursed her lips in a gentle smile, the brilliance of the starry river reflected in her eyes, his smile radiating warmth.

Fu Tingchuan remained expressionless as his fingertips slid from the cold photograph to the large characters below: “Tomb of Beloved Wife Jiang Luoluo.”

“Are you cold down there? Does my baby feel scared?”

Fu Tingchuan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “Your husband will be joining you soon.”

“For eternity, we will never be separated again.”

The Bai Family had vanished completely from the world. As for Bai Tang, who had been reduced to a human-shaped log, he was rumored to have been sent to a circus in Thailand or Laos.

He would not die. He would live forever burdened by his sins, spending the rest of his life atoning for them.

But Fu Tingchuan could never bring his beloved back.

He climbed up to the top floor of the skyscraper, clutching the remote control switch in his hand.

From the moment Jiang Luoluo had grown cold in his arms, his heart had turned to ashes.

Life had become utterly tasteless.

Why not just blow everything to smithereens? Let him take this world’s grandest fireworks display to meet his beloved.

Night had fallen. Suddenly, a chorus of birdsong filled the air. Fu Tingchuan lifted his cold gaze to watch the flock soar through the twilight’s rosy glow.

Jiang Luoluo’s face flickered in his mind. He remembered that evening at the seaside villa, sitting in the same golden light, his head resting against his chest, his finger pointing into the distance. “Fu Tingchuan~ Look!”

His clear, melodious voice rang out: “The world is so beautiful, isn’t it?”

His laughter was pure joy.

*Clatter.* The remote control fell to the floor.

Fu Tingchuan suddenly covered his face with his hands, and big drops of tears streamed through his fingers, soaking the wristband tied to his wrist.

The man who had seemed invincible after his beloved’s death.

In the vast, crimson twilight, he broke down in uncontrollable sobs.

In the end, it was for his beloved that he spared this beautiful world.

His dark brown leather shoes crunched on the rooftop stairs as he plunged forward—

A man’s sigh echoed through the air, filled with a lifetime of longing and love:

“Baby, don’t be afraid…”

“Your husband is coming to be with you…”

【The strategy is a Success!】

In the temporal transit station, Jiang Luoluo sobbed softly, his trembling fingers repeatedly tracing the man’s face on the screen.

【Memory Sealing in Progress!】

A red light flashed from the machine behind him, forcing Jiang Luoluo to close his eyes and fall into a deep sleep…

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Well, this is the end of the arc 1. Only 10 more to go. Let me just spoil it a little bit. More exciting arcs are yet to come! *whisper*. So stay tuned~

T/N:- Translator stared at the screen, dramatically clutching their chest like Fu Tingchuan at the funeral. “I signed up to translate fluff,” they whispered, “not emotional trauma and rogue circus punishments…” If you enjoyed watching your soul leave your body along with Luoluo’s, consider fueling the translator’s emotional recovery (and snack supply) with a Ko-fi?