Chapter 161: Entering the Bridal Chamber
Because of the clothes thief, everyone's focus was on protecting the clothes. Furthermore, due to the symbolic meaning of this drama's plot, the crew, who were familiar with the script, all felt that the symbolism of this bridal chamber and the red wedding dress was bad, very bad.
So they watched with worried expressions as Yin Chengjue and Rong Yu entered. Seeing their anxious faces, Yin Chengjue and Rong Yu didn't immediately understand why.
It wasn't until the others had left, and they turned to see the bright red decorations inside the room, the double happiness character pasted on the headboard, and Rong Yu wearing this red wedding dress...
Wait, am I currently experiencing a tremendously good thing?
Lifting the bridal veil, sharing the nuptial cup of wine, shouldn't we follow the proper rituals?
Yin Chengjue suddenly looked at Rong Yu, his eyes gleaming brightly.
Yin Chengjue took a step towards Rong Yu.
Rong Yu immediately took a step back, quickly making a "stop" gesture: "I just promised Director Mo I can't take off this dress!"
Yin Chengjue: "Let's drink the nuptial wine."
After they both finished speaking simultaneously, they paused in unison.
Only then did Yin Chengjue's gaze shift from Rong Yu's face to Rong Yu's body.
His eyes grew even brighter.
Rong Yu: "...What do you mean by that look?"
Yin Chengjue rubbed his chin: "Nothing much, I just suddenly thought, if we tear this red wedding dress, would the thief still want it?"
Rong Yu: "...That's not the question of whether the thief would want it or not. The issue is, after it's torn, whether he steals it or not, it's useless to us."
Yin Chengjue said regretfully: "True. Then we can only take it off properly and put it away safely. Otherwise, what we plan to do tonight would be pointless."
Rong Yu nodded: "Correct."
After a pause, Rong Yu reacted: "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
Yin Chengjue looked innocent: "Huh? What? What did I do on purpose? Our main goal is to catch the thief. The dress is just the bait. So whether it's being worn by you or taken off by me and placed aside, it's the same, right?"
Yin Chengjue's eyes scanned the room and quickly landed on the prop matching the red wedding dress on the bedside table – the red bridal veil.
Rong Yu followed Yin Chengjue's gaze and felt his heartbeat quicken even more.
Yin Chengjue reached out, picked up the red veil, and gently placed it over Rong Yu's head.
Rong Yu's hands unconsciously clenched into fists, gripping the sides of his long sleeves: "Brother... I'm a man..."
Rong Yu suddenly blurted out this seemingly random sentence.
But Yin Chengjue understood immediately: "Then next time, it'll be your turn to marry me."
At this moment, Rong Yu was sitting on the edge of the bright red bed, with Yin Chengjue standing before him. Yin Chengjue's fingertips, separated by the red veil, hovered in front of Rong Yu's face, slowly tracing the outline of his features.
"Rong Yu, do you remember when we first met?" Yin Chengjue's hands, with the red veil still between his skin and Rong Yu's, gently cupped Rong Yu's face.
Yin Chengjue remembered that day when he sent an email to Yin He, asking if he had known a child named Rong Yu when he was young. Yin He replied saying she had no recollection.
Actually, Yin Chengjue was acting out of desperation. Yin He used to be very busy, often flying around the world for business negotiations. How could she remember her child's friendship circles?
Feng Chengda was even less likely to know. That man, to vent his accumulated desire for revenge, not only didn't remember Yin Chengjue's friends, he practically wished to raise Yin Chengjue as an autistic child and drive all his friends away.
So regarding this matter, if Yin Chengjue himself couldn't remember, then no one else would.
Did we actually know each other back then?
Or did Rong Yu remember it wrong?
A wave of frustration washed over Yin Chengjue. He bent down, pressing his forehead against Rong Yu's through the veil. Without waiting for Rong Yu's answer, he continued on his own: "No matter what, I just want to cherish our present and future."
Rong Yu also responded with a heavy "Mm."
Yin Chengjue gently lifted the red bridal veil, watching as that exquisitely handsome face was gradually revealed before him, his heart pounding like a drum.
"Unfortunately, I checked earlier, the teapot on the table has tea in it, not wine," Yin Chengjue said.
Rong Yu gave a light cough: "Um, are we really going to do this?"
Yin Chengjue had already brought over two poured cups of tea.
Each holding a cup, they looped their arms around each other's necks, and drank the tea in one gulp where their ears were closest.
"Next..." Yin Chengjue's voice was low as he laughed softly: "Let's keep watch through the night together..."
Rong Yu couldn't help but turn his head away, rubbing his ear, and chiding: "You're cheating, always deliberately using that kind of voice!"
Yin Chengjue half-pushed him onto the bright red bed, hands planted on either side of Rong Yu's head. "Oh? Does my voice sound bad?"
"Not... it sounds nice..." Rong Yu slightly lowered his eyes, his fingertips gently touching Yin Chengjue's Adam's apple, gradually pressing his entire palm against Yin Chengjue's neck.
Feeling the warmth on his neck, Yin Chengjue deliberately swallowed, causing Rong Yu to feel the round protrusion move back and forth against his palm.
This gentle, sensitive friction sent a shiver through Rong Yu, making him quickly withdraw his hand. He blinked several times rapidly, trying to suppress the impulse buried deep in his heart.
However, as Rong Yu withdrew his hand, Yin Chengjue caught it and actively brought his own soft neck closer, placing Rong Yu's hand back on his neck.
"You seem to like this. Does it excite you?" Yin Chengjue held Rong Yu's wrist, keeping his hand fixed on his own neck, and said gently: "It's okay, if you like it."
Rong Yu was stunned for a moment. After hearing Yin Chengjue's words, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. "I, I don't..."
Yin Chengjue's hand then found a certain spot and gave a light flick.
Rong Yu couldn't control himself and let out a strange sound. He quickly covered his mouth, shooting a reproachful glare at Yin Chengjue.
Yin Chengjue added: "Xiao Yu, does controlling my breathing feel really good?"
Rong Yu averted his gaze, his voice strained. "Why would I feel that way? Brother, what's going on with you today? Why are you asking me these things?"
Yin Chengjue leaned down, planting light kisses on Rong Yu's face, and said between kisses: "I just want to tell you, you can do anything you want to me." So, no matter what happens, please don't leave me, okay?
Even if one day you suddenly realize that I might not be the person you were looking for...
A dark look flashed in Yin Chengjue's eyes. He pinched Rong Yu's chin and fiercely captured those crimson lips.
Red curtains tangled, dark hair entwined, the wedding dress burned like fire through the night.
Rocking waves, broken sounds, a symphony played until dawn.
The soft morning light filtered through the gaps in the windowsill. Woken by his internal clock, Yin Chengjue first reached out instinctively, his hand searching the space beside him. Finding the familiar, warm presence, he drew it into his arms and held it close.
After rubbing up and down for a while, Yin Chengjue opened his eyes. He stared at Rong Yu's sleeping face for a while before shifting his gaze and searching around them.
They had been up all night but didn't see any thief come to steal the clothes. Later, they were too tired and couldn't stay awake, falling asleep. He didn't know if the red wedding dress had been stolen or not.
Soon, Yin Chengjue pulled out the crumpled red wedding dress from under them.
Spreading the dress open, one could see it was covered with certain unspeakable stains.
Well... although the red wedding dress wasn't stolen this time... but... in this condition, can it still be used for filming?
However, Yin Chengjue didn't ponder for long before decisively balling up the dress and throwing it into the trash bin, quickly tying up the trash bag.
His movements were a bit loud, waking Rong Yu, who opened his eyes drowsily. Seeing Yin Chengjue sitting by the bed, he asked curiously: "Where are you going?"
Yin Chengjue: "Taking out the trash."
"So early..." Rong Yu patted the space on the bed beside him, his voice carrying a hint of a whine: "Brother~ sleep a little longer~"
Yin Chengjue leaned over and kissed the back of his hand, which was sticking out from under the covers. "Darling, do you want everyone to see that we've made the important room needed for today's filming covered everywhere with c*m?"
Rong Yu, with half-open eyes, took several seconds to process this before his eyes flew wide open: "Holy sh--! Ouch! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"
Rong Yu jolted abruptly, the sudden movement sending a wave of pain through his sore body. He winced and fell back against the mattress with a soft groan.
Yin Chengjue quickly placed a pillow under Rong Yu. "Rest for the next few days. I'll go tell Director Mo to film the others' scenes first."
"But today is the scene where Jing Sheng's character, the second male lead, enters the bridal chamber. There's a part where Jing Sheng's face needs to be shown, so I have to be on set too." Rong Yu slowly sat up, moving his arms and legs: "Actually, if the movements aren't too big, it doesn't hurt that much, just a bit sore and swollen."
Yin Chengjue's heart ached at the sight. He gently began to massage Rong Yu's lower back: "That's why I said once was enough, but you insisted on taking the initiative yourself…"
Rong Yu waved his hand: "You go take out the trash first. I'll tidy up here. Huh? Where's the red wedding dress?"
Yin Chengjue's movements paused. He avoided Rong Yu's gaze and said, "It's gone. That thief is really cunning. He still managed to steal the clothes after all. I just messaged Assistant Guan to rent a wedding dress directly from the nearest costume shop. It won't delay filming. Don't worry. They'll film the others' scenes first. You rest properly."
Rong Yu was shocked: "It was still stolen? How could that be? We didn't even notice! I specifically put the dress under us before falling asleep. How could it still disappear like that?"
Yin Chengjue: "..." So you're the one who used the dress as a cushion?
Rong Yu rubbed his chin: "So, is it really a ghost?"
Yin Chengjue: "Don't talk nonsense. How could such things exist in this world."
Yin Chengjue told Rong Yu not to overthink it, then went out to dispose of the bag of trash.
Returning to the set, he saw a large crowd gathered around the location.
Yin Chengjue glanced at the clock. It was just past 7 a.m., not even time for the first scene to start filming. Even for early preparations, this was too early, wasn't it?
Puzzled, Yin Chengjue walked closer and vaguely heard someone say: "They caught the thief!"
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