Chapter 617 The Wedding (Part Two)


    Along the 800-meter way, there were one thousand and forty flower pirs as well as one thousand


    and forty paintings. Half of them were sketches, and half were oil paintings.


    John drew every sketch on the left with the pen that he always kept on him. Every stroke of his pen


    on the canvas represented a memory that he and Nina had created together.


    On the right were Nina''s masterpieces, each created with her best paint.


    The sketches on the left were from John''s perspective while the paintings on the right were from


    Nina''s. When put together, they were works of art that told their love story.


    But the paintings only showed a part of them. Some of their shared memories were private and


    were not meant to be shared.


    Some secrets only belonged to the two of them.


    When John proposed to Nina in Spring City, he showed her the sketches that he drew himself. Nina


    wanted to have a look at the manuscripts, but John teased her and said no. She pouted about it for


    a little while and then decided that she could just draw their story herself.


    And Nina did what she said. She drew oil paintings about them.


    A few days ago, she left the paintings in John''s office in the huge gift box. Later, John put them


    away for safekeeping.


    Nina traded her oil paintings for John''s manuscripts.


    The paintings were now ced in the safe while a thick picture book sat on a table in the study.


    In the painting room, which John designed for Nina, there was an entire wall stocked with all kinds


    of paint, rice paper, and other art supplies. There was also a drawing board and a drafting table.


    There were oil paintings all around, resting on easels.


    John created the room so that he and Nina could keep drawing and painting their story until both


    their hearts stopped beating.


    Many people held their weddings ording to tradition like choosing an auspicious hour, but John


    did not pay attention to any of it. He and Nina set their wedding ceremony at twilight.


    They picked no exact time.


    And now it was sunset. The rosy clouds in the sky looked like the natural blush on a girl''s face every


    time sheid eyes on her sweetheart.


    North Yard glowed with joy and excitement. The guests had arrived early, and the team that went to


    pick up the bride was on their way back.


    Emma took a small bubble skirt from a servant and walked into the hall. She nced at the people


    in the wedding venue from time to time.


    Because of that, she identally bumped into someone.


    "Oh, I''m sorry. Are you okay? Are you hurt?" James reached out his hand and held her. He gently


    stroked her hair.


    The man''s anxious and distressed eyes warmed Emma''s heart. She said softly, "I''m okay. I''m not


    hurt."


    "Are you sure? Let me see." James let go and reached for her forehead. Emma smiled and did not


    stop him. Next thing she knew, his lips were on hers.


    Then, he kissed her gently on the forehead and said, "There. It won''t hurt anymore. I''ve kissed it


    away."


    There were guests and servants not far away. Emma blushed andined in a low voice,


    "There are people around, James. Restrain yourself."


    "All right. I''ll stop teasing you." James snickered and put his arm around her shoulder. He scanned


    the room and said, "Who were you looking at just now anyway? Is there anyone more handsome


    than I am?"


    "What are you talking about? Of course not. I was just wondering who that woman in the light green


    dress is," Emma replied, tilting her head.


    James turned to look at the woman and said, "She''s a cousin of Feng Group''s CEO. I think her


    name''s Valerie. Why? Do you know her? Did she bully you?"


    "No. No one would dare bully me with you around. I think I''ve seen her before. She and Mimi know


    each other, although Mimi never mentioned anyone named Valerie to me. Where did I see her?"


    Emma tried to recall where she had seen Valerie. "The day before Mimi went abroad, I passed a


    coffee shop and saw Mimi having coffee with Valerie through the window.


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    I remember Mimi leaving in a hurry and not looking well. I was busy with my movie that day, so I


    forgot to ask Mimi about it. I tried calling her the next day, but I couldn''t reach her anymore."


    As Emma spoke, she started feeling bothered by the situation. Something was off. She could not


    help asking, "Is it just me or there''s really something fishy about this?"


    "Look, we don''t know why Mimi suddenly went abroad and disappeared for three years. She


    refused to tell us, and we stopped asking. Why does this bug you anyway? Do you think it has


    something to do with Valerie?" James looked at Valerie, and suddenly, he felt something familiar


    about her.


    "I don''t know. Anyway, we have to go. Uncle John and the others areing back soon," Emma


    answered and turned on her heel.


    "Okay." James followed Emma into the room where Van, Don, and Sam were staying. As soon as


    they entered, they saw Van and Don ying a game of rock-paper-scissors.


    To show his imposing manner, Don stood on a small chair, making him a head taller than Van.


    Sitting in his wheelchair, Sam panicked so much that he almost stood up. He reached out his hands


    and tried to stop Don. "Come down from there, Don. It''s dangerous. You might fall."


    "It''s okay, Grandpa. I''m awesome." Don raised one hand and patted his chest. Then, he looked


    down at Van and said, "Let''s y. Loser wears the skirt."


    "If you lose, you can''t go back on your word." Van grinned confidently as if he already knew that he


    was going to win.


    Don was determined to beat his brother. "Okay. No cheating. Don''t cry if you lose."


    The two brothers began to y a game of rock-paper-scissors. In the first round, Van put up


    scissors while Don put up paper.


    "I win!" Van giggled.


    Don discontentedly clicked his tongue and slowly retracted his hand. "No, you haven''t. We''re


    ying best of three."


    Van was not annoyed at all. He had long been used to his brother''s moves. "Best of three? So if I


    win the next round, you lose?"


    "Yes." Don''s eyes lit up.


    Seeing the two brothers ying, Emma asked in confusion, "What''s going on? And what did they


    mean when they said ''Loser wears the skirt?''"


    "Cherry is sick and can''t be the flower girl. We can''t find another girl in such a short time. We


    decided to let Van or Don to serve as a flower girl."


    With an amused smile, James picked up the dress from Emma''s hand and said, "So Van and Don


    are deciding through a game of rock-paper-scissors who will dress up as a girl."


    James started cackling loudly at the idea.


    At this time, Don began ying tricks again. He jumped off the chair, which scared old Sam.


    "No, no, no. I change my mind. We y best of five now." Don stretched out five fingers to his


    brother.


    "Fine, it''s a deal. I win thrice, you wear the dress." Van''s seemingly endless patience made


    everyone around him feel a little inferior to him.


    So they yed four more times. This time, Don was able to turn the tables and won.


    "Ha! I win, I win!" Don happily jumped around and then ran and dove into Sam''s arms. "I won


    against Van, Grandpa. I don''t need to wear a dress."


    James walked over to Van and smiled, "Come here. I''ll help you put on the dress. Where''s the wig?


    Give me the wig, too."


    Although Van was unwilling to admit defeat, he still let James and Emma dress him.