Chapter 242

Ye Qing Xin is shocked. She looks at Jing Bo Yuan. He never told her about this.

Before their wedding preparation, he already wanted to give her ten percent of the share but she didn’t accept it that time. He didn’t force her about it so she thought that he had changed his mind.

She doesn’t expect him to do this.

“Bo Yuan.....”

Jing Bo Yuan is calm and looks at her, he says: “Sign it.”

Chen Ting places the page that needs her signature in front of Ye Qing Xin. He passes her the pen.

Ye Qing Xin shakes her head.

She marries him, not because of his wealth.

She admits that if Jing Bo Yuan is not rich and capable, they might not be like this. His actions as a mature and successful man are attractive and charming for her. He can help her during her suffering so easily. She might not fall in love with him for how he helps her so easily.

But it doesn’t mean that she will accept his huge gift.

She feels qualms about that.

He has given too much for her.

“Xin Xin.” Jing Bo Yuan holds her face and looks at her eyes seriously. He only says two words: “Sign it.”

He doesn’t give any chance for her to refuse.

“I..... cannot.....” Ye Qing Xin mumbles.

Jing Bo Yuan doesn’t say anything and watches her. Ye Qing Xin’s refusal starts to waver.

Finally she just signs it.

Twenty one years old ordinary female students, in a flash turns to the biggest shareholder of Bo Wei and wife of Bo Wei’s director.

It is a dream of most young women.

It rises her status.

Ye Qing Xin feels people are watching her with different gazes now.

Jing Bo Yuan’s action is clearly to support her. He uses action to show everyone of how valuable she is for her. He gives her a high status too let everyone who disrespects her, or those who despise her to change their attitude toward her.

The wedding MC says few compliment and then asks Jing Bo Yuan: “Is there anything that you want to say to the bride?”

Jing Bo Yuan takes the microphone and looks at Ye Qing Xin. He says: “Fifteen years ago during a rainstorm day, I was on my way to T city. A mother, who carried her serious-ill six years old kid, stopped my car. It’s lucky that time I helped that little girl. Today after fifteen years, it’s unforeseen that I married with a girl that I helped.”

Ye Qing Xin looks at him startled.

She recalls that faint memory. She doesn’t remember it clearly. She just remembers that time she was six years old. She had acute appendicitis. It’s painful.

She also knows that an uncle helped her. Her mother had mentioned it to her, she said that she was lucky that night a good kind-hearted uncle agreed to take her to the hospital. He also paid for her medicine and surgery. If not, she might be dead.

That time Ye family couldn’t afford to pay for hospital.

Ye Qing Xin’s eyes turn teary. She used to think that if she meets that uncle again, she will repay his kindness.

She never expected that her savior is the one that will share life with her.

Jing Bo Yuan continues: “Xin Xin, I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect you from the hard moment you had suffered. I regret that I couldn’t appear during your hardest moment fro life. It’s very fortunate that the time I appear, you still need me. I will be beside you so in the future, don’t be afraid.”

That is probably the longest sweet words and honeyed phrases that Jing Bo Yuan has ever said to her.

Ye Qing Xin remembers that when she was six years old. When her hospital bed is pushed inside to the surgery room by the nurse, she felt so afraid. She held that uncle’s sleeve and cried: “I’m afraid...”

That uncle strokes her head and says: “I’m here, don’t be afraid.”

Jing Bo Yuan always says those words toward her: “I’m here, don’t be afraid.”

She is touched and moved.

It turns out that their fate has been decided since fifteen years ago.

Her mother changed of heart that time should be connected with this.

Ye Qing Xin looks at him and smiles. Her tears fall down.

During her loss of mind, Jing Bo Yuan puts on the wedding ring on her hand. He kisses her hand.

“Xin Xin, your turn.” Dou Weir says to Ye Qing Xin when she notices that she is loss at her mind.

Ye Qing Xin regains herself and takes the ring. She puts it on him.

Their wedding rings are just simple platinum ring. There’s no pattern.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Next, let the groom open the bride’s veil.....”

Jing Bo Yuan opens her veil. Jing Bo Yuan lowers down his head and kisses her tears and then her lips.

Everyone cheers about it.

The next events are cutting the cake, pouring champagne.

When there is the event of throwing wedding bouquet, every single women comes forward, they are eager to have a try. Dou Weir and Song Jiu are standing in front.

Ye Qing Xin stands in front of them and her back faces them. She throws the bouquet. Dou Weir is a bit taller than everyone so she can catch it easily.

But she losses her balance as someone pushes her forward. She couldn’t balance herself that she falls down. She falls down on someone’s foot.

Everyone starts to laugh at her.

Dou Weir blushes.

“Ah, this bridesmaid is too overdoing. Hurry up get up.” Someone blames her.

At the same time, a gentle old woman voice says: “Miss, are you okay?”

That old woman helps her up.

Dou Weir bits her lips and stands up.

Dou Weir looks at the old woman and smiles. She thanks her: “I”m okay. Thank you Nai Nai.”

Old Madame Yan’s gaze falls on Dou Weir’s necklace.

Previously she noticed that her necklace is the same as Yan Tong’s eye-pendant necklace.

It’s just before there’re a lot of imitations. She always feels disappointed with that.

These years she wishes to find the original one,but she always feels disappointed.

Old Madame Yan’s lips tremble. She touches the necklace on Dou Weir’s neck.

Dou Weir is patting her skirt to clean it from flower petals. the time she notices something is strange with Old Madame Yan, her necklace is held.

Old Madame Yan takes out her glasses and looks closer at the necklace.

Dou Weir finds it strange. She wants to say something. The wedding organizer calls after her to return to her place.

“I still have things to do, Nai Nai, can you let go?” Dou Weir says.

Old Madame Yan’s hands start to tremble greatly. Her tears start to pour down. She holds Dou Weir’s hand.

“Who are you? Where did you get this necklace? Hah?