Delicate Beauty in the Palm : Chapter 73 - Marry Her God
Chapter 73: Marry Her God
After Chen Shao finished speaking, Ye Chuqing looked up at him, pressed her lips together, and in the end didn’t say what she had just been about to.
After hearing what Chen Shao said, Huang Sheng finally felt somewhat relieved.
Then it was Huang Sheng talking to Old Master Chen, while Chen Die pulled Ye Chuqing outside to the flowerbed.
Chen Die was stunned by all that had just been said. She glanced at Ye Chuqing’s belly—it looked completely flat.
“You’re really pregnant?” Chen Die asked.
Ye Chuqing nodded.
“When did that happen? Wasn’t the last time you two had that accident during my wrap party? That was just around June or July last year, right? You’re pregnant…” Chen Die did a quick calculation in her head and was shocked. “So you’re almost due?”
Ye Chuqing raised her eyes. “Do you think people about to give birth still have a belly that looks like this?”
“Then what’s going on with you two?”
Ye Chuqing suddenly felt awkward and leaned against the column by the flowerbed, pressing her hand to her belly with a frown. “Alcohol is really a harmful thing.”
Chen Die: “…”
“Damn, I didn’t expect there would be a second time. Me and Chen Shao really are a case of enemies fated to meet.”
There was too much information, and Chen Die took a moment to process before helplessly saying, “Stop cursing. It’s not good for the baby.”
“......”
Chen Die: “So now everyone thinks you and Chen Shao are in a relationship?”
“Yeah. I just took a pregnancy test this morning, and then my mom suddenly showed up at my apartment and saw it. She interrogated me for a long time, so I confessed.” Ye Chuqing said, “I just didn’t dare say it was all because we got drunk. With her personality, if she knew I had a one-night stand, she’d probably beat me to death.”
“You didn’t take any pills at the time?”
“Emergency contraception is bad for your health, right? I had just taken one the last time. This time I thought it was during the safe period, and I didn’t want to risk affecting my body again, so I didn’t take it.”
Besides, there were even two pieces of evidence from the night before in the trash the next morning, so Ye Chuqing hadn’t given it much thought.
Even now, she still didn’t know exactly how she ended up pregnant.
Chen Die: “So what are you going to do now, get married?”
“Possibly. Chen Shao already said he wanted to take responsibility. Honestly, he’s kind of pitiful too—suddenly becoming a dad out of nowhere.”
Ye Chuqing looked at Chen Die and chuckled. “What’s that look for? This is pretty normal, really. You think everyone has a passionate romance like you and Wen Liang?”
“......”
Ye Chuqing lifted her eyes and said indifferently, “The relatives around me keep trying to introduce me to rich kids with all kinds of shady habits. Honestly, Chen Shao is better—at least we can talk. If one day we find true love, we can divorce and go our separate ways. At least it’ll shut people up for a while.”
Ye Chuqing said it calmly, but Chen Die couldn’t help feeling a little sad listening to her.
Back when Lin Quan married Chen Ke, she never experienced love in her whole life. Now in her later years, it ended in a hasty divorce.
As for Wen Liang’s parents—Shen Yunshu loved Wen Huaiyuan until the day she died, but he spent the latter half of his life with another woman.
The crew had a day off today. After leaving the Chen house, Chen Die didn’t go back to set but returned to the western suburbs villa. Wen Liang didn’t come home until the evening.
Chen Die told him about Ye Chuqing and Chen Shao possibly getting married. Wen Liang didn’t react much and asked calmly, “When did they get together?”
“They weren’t ever actually together, it’s just…” Chen Die paused. “Chuqing is pregnant. Their wedding might be earlier than ours. Otherwise, once she starts showing, it’ll be hard to wear a wedding dress.”
Wen Liang raised an eyebrow and chuckled, teasing casually, “That was fast.”
Chen Die frowned and punched him. “Do you have no empathy?”
Wen Liang either didn’t hear her or didn’t respond. He took off his coat and tossed it aside, then walked over to the sofa and pulled her into his arms.
The room was quiet for a moment. Wen Liang noticed Chen Die seemed upset, so he leaned over and kissed her ear, asking softly, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing really. It’s just… I feel like so many people around us are like this—rushing into marriage, not going into it with hope or excitement.”
Chen Die frowned slightly. To her, Ye Chuqing wasn’t like those idle heiresses who spent their days shopping. She had her own goals, her own mind, and she didn’t depend on anyone.
That’s why her words today had made Chen Die feel uncomfortable.
Wen Liang pinched her ear playfully. His tone was light, with a hint of laughter. “Baby.”
“Hmm?”
“You’re just too soft-hearted,” he concluded.
“......”
Wen Liang said, “In our circle, lots of marriages are like this. Ye Chuqing and Chen Shao’s families are evenly matched. With that kind of balance, things might actually last longer. Better than marrying someone weaker.”
“......”
They got drunk and ended up with a baby, and somehow in his version, it turned into a calculated strategic alliance?
Are you even human?
Chen Die rolled her eyes. “Then what about you and me, are we also some kind of balance-of-power relationship?”
Wen Liang chuckled and, finally sensing some survival instinct, said, “Being able to marry you is the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Chen Shao and Ye Chuqing’s wedding was set for a month later.
This time, Chen Die was acting in a major historical drama, filled with countless veteran actors. She wasn’t the lead, but a supporting character with significant plot relevance. As a result, her part wrapped up quickly, finishing just in time before the wedding.
Everything was moving so fast that many people were shocked when they received the wedding invitations.
At first, Chen Die had worried that Ye Chuqing might feel wronged or unhappy getting married under these circumstances. But at the wedding, she found that everyone was genuinely cheerful and lively.
When she walked into the bride’s dressing room, Ye Chuqing was in the middle of bickering with Chen Shao over something trivial—just like old times.
When Ye Chuqing saw her and Wen Liang enter, she stopped mid-sentence and raised her hand in greeting.
Chen Die ran over and touched her belly. “Is it showing yet?”
“Nope, it’s only been two months. I’ve gained some weight, though. I can already feel I’m going to turn into a fatty soon.” Ye Chuqing slung an arm around Chen Die’s waist. “I’m so jealous of you. That waistline.”
“You’ll slim down after the baby.”
“What about you guys?” Ye Chuqing suddenly asked. “When are you planning to have a kid?”
Chen Die froze and glanced over at Wen Liang, her face heating up unexpectedly. Before she could answer, Chen Shao, who had been lounging nearby on his phone, looked up and said, “You think getting pregnant is that easy? What happened with us was a one-in-a-million shot.”
Chen Die: “…”
Why did that sound… so weird?
Was he… bragging?
What’s there to brag about, getting a girl pregnant and forcing her into a shotgun wedding?!
The next second, Ye Chuqing grabbed her bouquet and hurled it at him.
“Chen Shao! Is this the freaking time for you to brag!?” she shouted, pointing at him.
Chen Die burst out laughing.
As expected, it takes one troublemaker to handle another.
Recently, the Chen family had truly been blessed with double happiness: first Chen Shao’s wedding, then soon after, Chen Die’s.
Chen Die and Wen Liang’s relationship had, thanks to a twist of fate, frequently been in the public eye. Unlike Chen Shao, who did things low-key, they were far more open.
Though they hadn’t publicly announced their wedding, some gossip sites still leaked the date and even a few photos from the venue.
Chen Die got up early that day for hair and makeup.
Wen Liang had brought over Chen Jianping, Wang Mian, and little Chen Zhouchang the night before and arranged for them to stay at the hotel. They had already greeted Old Master Chen that morning.
Little Chen Zhouchang didn’t understand the complex relationships and drama involved, and no one wanted to ruin his innocent imagination by explaining it all.
It was the old master’s first time meeting him, and he’d even prepared a big red envelope—a thick stack of bills. On the cover, it read: “May your studies soar.”
At first, Chen Zhouchang was too shy to accept it, but once Chen Die told him to take it, he blushed and accepted the gift.
Wen Liang had been outside greeting guests all morning. Only after Chen Die finished her makeup did he finally have time to come in.
Chen Die was already in her wedding dress, veil on, bouquet in hand. She looked at Wen Liang through the mirror as he walked in, and their eyes met.
He froze for a moment.
“What are you doing in here?” Chen Die asked with a smile.
Wen Liang walked up behind her and fiddled with her veil. “It’s too noisy outside.”
“So there’s no one handling things out there?”
Wen Liang played with her veil for a bit, then started messing with her earrings too, not caring at all. “Let them deal with it.”
Wang Mian was still in the room, and Chen Die felt a little embarrassed by the affection. She turned her head and batted away Wen Liang’s mischievous hand.
Wang Mian, however, seemed very pleased with Wen Liang and watched the scene cheerfully. After a moment, she asked, “What time is the ceremony?”
“Soon, at ten.”
Wang Mian checked the time and said, “I’ll go take a look outside, A-Ling.”
Chen Die suddenly froze.
After Wang Mian left and the room was just the two of them, Wen Liang asked, “What did she just call you?”
“......”
Chen Die didn’t know how to explain.
“A-Ling” was her childhood nickname from when she lived in Wuxi. Kids in small towns often had rustic nicknames like that.
She remembered how, when Wen Liang had asked her what her nickname was back when she was just sixteen, she was too embarrassed to tell him—afraid he’d laugh at how uncool it sounded.
She suddenly recalled that old conversation—
“What’s your childhood nickname?”
She dropped the ‘A’ prefix and said, “Lingling.”
Wen Liang asked again, “Which ‘ling’?”
After a few seconds of hesitation, she lowered her voice and corrected herself: “The ‘ling’ from ‘bailingniao’ (lark), so it’s ‘Lingling.’”
Now, after all these years, Chen Die had nearly forgotten her old nickname. Hearing it again made it feel strangely unfamiliar.
Wen Liang had only asked casually, without thinking too much, but now, seeing Chen Die’s expression, he sensed something was off. He lifted her chin with his index finger. “What are you thinking about?”
“......”
He recalled the word Wang Mian had used earlier and repeated it: “A-Ling?”
“......”
Being called that again by him made her cheeks burn. She raised her hand to cover his mouth, glaring at him for a moment before, reluctantly and awkwardly, she finally confessed the whole story.
Wen Liang had never imagined a young girl could spin such a complicated web over something as simple as a nickname.
Once she finished, he burst out laughing, chest shaking, his amusement only growing louder.
Chen Die couldn’t stand it. He was clearly making fun of her. She was both embarrassed and annoyed, but no matter how she hit him, it was like scratching an itch—he didn’t feel a thing.
“If you keep laughing, I’m not marrying you,” she said, face red.
Wen Liang raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed. “We’ve already got the certificate.”
“…Then I’ll leave your wedding hanging. You can stand up there all alone.”
But her threat had no effect. Wen Liang kept teasing her. “It’s a great name. Very fitting for you.”
“......”
This man clearly had zero sense of self-preservation.
Unable to out-talk him, Chen Die gave up and just glared at him in silent accusation.
The girl stood there in her white wedding dress. Every inch of it had been tailored to her measurements, outlining her graceful figure. Her cheeks were naturally flushed from shyness and frustration.
Wen Liang looked at her for a moment, moved, and leaned in.
Chen Die reacted quickly and stepped back, but he grabbed her waist and pulled her back to him.
He lowered his head and brushed her lips. Only when she was thoroughly flustered did he begin to coax her. “Actually, it’s kind of nice. Now I’m the only one who gets to call you Lingling.”
Chen Die froze.
Outside, the noise and laughter echoed all around, but inside the dressing room, she was cornered by Wen Liang.
He lowered his head again and called out in a husky voice, “Lingling.”
Chen Die tilted her head up, replying softly, “What?”
She was completely under his spell—just moments ago she’d been fuming, but now with only a few words, he had her wrapped around his finger again.
“Better touch up your lipstick in a bit,” he said.
“Huh?”
The next moment, he kissed her again.
Finally, as the wedding was about to begin, someone knocked on the door to call for Wen Liang, and he reluctantly let go. He patted her head and stepped out.
Chen Die stood there for two seconds before snapping out of it and walking back to the vanity to fix her lipstick—her cheeks now so red they looked like she’d overdone her blush.
Just as she finished, the door opened from outside. Chen Shao leaned lazily against the doorway.
Feeling guilty, Chen Die blinked and asked, “What’s up?”
“It’s almost ten. I’m here to walk you in, as your brother,” Chen Shao said, frowning. “Who’s your makeup artist? Your face is red like a monkey’s butt.”
“......”
Chen Die patted her face and followed him out. After a few steps, she asked, “Why are you walking me in?”
“Wen Liang came to ask me,” Chen Shao said smugly. “I agreed out of the kindness of my heart. Or would you rather have Chen Ke walk you in?”
At the front hall doors, the makeup artist helped adjust her large gown.
At exactly ten o’clock, the clock struck ten times, the doors slowly opened, and flower petals drifted down from above as Chen Die entered on Chen Shao’s arm.
Cheers erupted from the crowd.
Ye Chuqing, now visibly pregnant, stood to the side holding up a camera, taking pictures of her.
Wen Liang stood at the other end, wearing a white shirt and black suit, a casual smile on his lips. His gaze met hers—gentle, yet steady.
Chen Die suddenly recalled a moment from the past.
Back in high school, during one parent-teacher conference, Chen Die didn’t really have parents. Naturally, no one came for her. Luckily, she had done well on the midterms, so the teacher didn’t make things too hard on her.
By the afternoon, parents began arriving at the school one after another. After Chen Die finished writing the welcome message for the parents on the blackboard, she stepped out of the classroom to wash her hands—and happened to run into Old Master Chen, who had come to attend Chen Shuyuan’s parent-teacher meeting.
The two of them merely nodded at each other, and then Chen Die went off to play with her friends.
But how could something like that not stir any feelings within her? She just didn’t show it on her face, that’s all.
That day, after the parent-teacher meeting ended and school was dismissed, the teachers assigned homework, and parents helped their children carry their schoolbags as they left the classroom one by one. Chen Die stayed behind for a bit before slowly walking out of the classroom.
She went downstairs, head lowered, kicking pebbles as she trudged toward the school gate, looking listless.
Until she heard a voice—calm, neither loud nor soft:
“Chen Die.”
She looked up to see Wen Liang slamming the car door shut and walking toward her.
Some students near the school gate glanced over at them curiously.
Chen Die stood frozen in place. She hadn’t expected Wen Liang to come to the school and stared blankly as he approached. Blinking, she asked, “Brother Wen Liang, why are you here?”
He replied calmly, “Isn’t it parent-teacher meeting day?”
“Huh?”
Chen Die hadn’t expected him to know.
“I saw the notice on the table at home, so I came to check in around the time school gets out.”
The sadness she'd been feeling earlier slowly melted away, and a smile crept onto her face.
She said with a smile, “It’s already over. It didn’t start after school—teachers held it during the last self-study period.”
Wen Liang frowned slightly, though he didn’t seem to mind having missed it. “Your teacher didn’t scold you?”
Chen Die shook her head. “I did well on the midterm exams, so she didn’t say anything.”
He asked casually, “What was your rank?”
“Top hundred in the grade.”
Wen Liang chuckled and patted her on the head. “Nice. Then let’s go get something to eat.”
Chen Die jogged to catch up and got into the car with him.
Because Wen Liang had always been there, those earlier years never felt unbearably hard for her.
Since her school days, Wen Liang had been like a god in her eyes.
And now, as she looked at Wen Liang standing just a short distance away, Chen Die thought to herself: finally, in front of everyone, she was walking toward her god—marrying her god.
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