When Song Shuhang lifted the veil, he saw a delicate small face that was very pale due to all the makeup. Anyway, she was indeed a beautiful woman, and although she had a valiant look in her eyes, her gentle features helped to mitigate this feeling.
After seeing her face, Song Shuhang was a bit confused—he had no memory of this girl. What was her real identity?
Song Shuhang found her face familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her.
Wait, does she have something to do with the memories I lost on the mysterious island? Perhaps she is someone I met during those four years I don't remember anything of?
Although he was in deep thoughts, Song Shuhang kept lifting the veil slowly… Eh? There is something wrong...
Where is her hair?
Where was the hair of the bride? Although he had lifted the veil enough to uncover her ears, there was still no trace of her hair. Usually, shouldn't you see the long and pitch-black hair of the bride by this time?
There is indeed something wrong!
Song Shuhang kept lifting the veil slowly. Originally, one would lift the veil and hang it on the hair of the bride, making the spouse look even more beautiful.
But when Song Shuhang lifted the veil, there was no hair to hang it on. Therefore, he had no choice but to uncover her whole head.
In the next instant, a bald, shining head appeared in front of his eyes. When the lamps inside the church shone on the bald head, it refracted light in all directions, looking very dazzling.
Cough… no bright pitch-black hair?
Song Shuhang was flustered and grabbed the veil, covering half of the head of the bride.
The beautiful bride was very calm, and a mysterious smile was hanging on her face.
"Let's give our blessings to the newlyweds!" The priest took the lead and started to clap his hands. Afterward, all the friends and relatives applauded and gave their blessings to the couple too.
Song Shuhang's mind was completely blank at this moment. The shining bald head in front of his eyes was confusing his mind with the ray of light it was refracting, making him unable to concentrate.
But in the next moment, he had an epiphany.
Now, he remembered! He finally remembered where he had met his soon-to-be wife.
She was the same buddhist nun he met in Lady Onion's memories!
How come she suddenly appeared in front of me, and as my wife at that?! This must be a joke! I only saw her once, and it was inside a dream… Although Lady Onion and I enjoyed her body inside the dream, it was still a dream!
Anyway, what's happening? And why are we getting married? Author, who the hell wrote this chapter? Cut, cut, cut! This is like beating a dead horse!
...Ok, let's calm down first.
Did I meet her when I landed on the mysterious island?
From what he remembered, there was a string of karma linking him to Lady Onion, and Nine Lanterns who was at the time in the city in the sky.
Then, did I decide to spend my life with her while I was on the mysterious island?
It must be something like that. Dammit, why did I lose all my memories? If there were some small fragments left behind, I wouldn't be in such a bad situation!
Song Shuhang's mind was in confusion, and from beginning to end, the soon-to-be wife—wait, more like 'already married wife'—didn't utter a word.
And just in this fashion, the wedding ceremony concluded.
Afterward, Song Shuhang and the wife entered the nuptial chamber under the escort of relatives and close friends—originally, the groom and the bride should offer toasts and the likes, but given Song Shuhang's current state, these parts were skipped.
So, we're going into the nuptial chamber?
It should be snu-snu time, right? But won't such a scene get censored? I've heard that rules have gotten pretty strict lately.
At this time, the wife said in a gentle voice, "Shuhang."
"Yes?" Song Shuhang replied stiffly.
"This is a very important moment, let's have a child." The wife's face was expressionless, but her cheeks were red; she seemed very embarrassed.
"Isn't it a bit too early for that? Having children is something that will affect our whole lives." Song Shuhang swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "At the very least, I would like to know what happened in these past four years. For example, what happened between us on the mysterious island? You should be aware of the fact that I don't remember anything."
"This isn't a big deal. I have a lifetime to explain to you what happened. Come, hold my hand first." The wife took her white glove off and placed her hand in front of Shuhang.
"I have to hold your hand?" Song Shuhang was a bit confused but still took the hand of his wife.
"Yes. After you hold my hand, we'll be able to have a child," the wife replied.
"What?" Song Shuhang was baffled.
"This is the best way to proceed. Even if we go inside the nuptial chamber, all the action will be censored. The best thing to do is hold our hands, and that'll be enough to have a child," the wife said shyly. "Right, I want a boy first and a daughter next."
Song Shuhang felt that his head was about to explode.
Time… flew by?
In the blink of an eye, nine months had passed.
In this case, it happened literally 'in the blink of an eye." Song Shuhang blinked only once after holding the white and tender hand of his wife, and in the next instant, he was inside the delivery room of a hospital.
His wife was weakly lying on the bed and looking at him with a gentle gaze.
On the side, Papa Song and Mama Song had exaggerated smiles on their faces.
Mama Song smiled happily. "Shuhang, Husband, it's a boy. We have a grandson now."
"Indeed... look at the nose of the child, it's very similar to Shuhang's! His round face is also very cute!" Papa Song gently hovered his hand above the head of the baby, not daring to touch him for fear of harming him.
"..." Song Shuhang.
Time kept flying by.
After another blink of his eyes, Song Shuhang discovered that his son had grown up; he was two years old now. The boy was riding Song Shuhang piggyback and happily shouting.
Afterward, Shuhang stood absentmindedly in the courtyard and accompanied his son who was playing with bamboo leaves. On a side, his mysterious wife was smiling calmly.
At this time, she had grown black hair. It wasn't too long, but it still reached her shoulders and looked very pretty! This long hair reduced the valiant aura she was giving off and added a point of gentleness on her face.
"Shuhang," the calm wife said gently, "hold my hands again. This time, I want to give birth to a cute daughter."
"..." Song Shuhang.
Then, he steeled himself and stretched his arm out, firmly grabbing his wife's small hand.
Next, he blinked of his own volition.
Time flew by once more, and literally in the blink of an eye, nine months had passed.
He was once more inside a hospital, and his son, who was still riding him piggyback, was already three years old. At this time, he was curiously looking at his mother, who was lying in bed, with his bright and big eyes.
The wife lay on the bed weakly, her face full of happiness. "Shuhang, it's a daughter this time. Isn't she beautiful?"
"..." Song Shuhang.
On a side, Mama Song laughed happily. "It's a girl, it's a girl. We have a granddaughter now."
"Good, good. We have a lovely granddaughter now. Hopefully, she won't be as mischievous as our grandson." Papa Song rubbed his hands and carefully gazed at the baby in Mama Song's arms.
Song Shuhang blinked once more, and this time, the time skip lasted three years.
His six years old son was already going to school, and his wife was making their three years old cute daughter wear pretty clothes. She tied her a long ponytail and made her wear a pair of lovely shoes. Their daughter was holding a balloon in her hand, happily playing in the courtyard.
The wife gently stood beside him. At this time, her hair had already reached the waist.
'It's not over yet?' Song Shuhang secretly heaved a sigh. Although he didn't know what was happening, he knew that there was something wrong with this world.
He tried to pinch his thigh secretly, but nothing happened. What he was experiencing wasn't a dream...
"Papa, Papa. Why do you look so unhappy?" At this time, his three years old cute daughter ran over and held Song Shuhang's leg. Then, she raised her head and looked at Song Shuhang with her sparkling eyes.
"Eh?" Song Shuhang looked at his daughter, somewhat confused.
"If you're unhappy, let Little Miao smile at you. Afterward, you should become happy right?" the daughter said while revealing a bright smile.
It was like the smile of a goddess!
Song Shuhang felt as though his body and mind had been healed.
He felt that as long as he had such cute children, he could keep living in this world even if it was full of strangeness!
It feels good to have a daughter.
Song Shuhang bent down and picked his daughter up.
Then, just as he was preparing to enjoy some quality time with his cute daughter, the world before his eyes went black.
In the next moment, he found himself in the middle of a familiar church.
Mama Song and Papa Song were also standing beside him; they had aged considerably.
Papa Song sighed with emotion. "Time sure flies by. In the blink of an eye, even Ren'er is getting married. I remember Shuhang's marriage as though it was yesterday."
Mama Song also sobbed. "Time is unforgiving. In just an instant, even Ren'er is about to have a child. We'll hold a great-grandson soon!"
Dammit, I was just about to enjoy some time with my cute daughter, how come there was a time skip and my son is getting married?! This time skip was too big—what about my cute little daughter!
Moreover, there is something wrong with what my mother said. Ren'er, who should be my son, is just getting married, right? How come they are already talking about holding a great-grandson? It makes no sense!
But very soon, Song Shuhang obtained his answer.
After his son Ren'er stepped on the red carpet and went toward the bride, who was currently in a pretty wedding dress, Song Shuhang noticed that her belly was bulging—his son got the bride pregnant first, and they were marrying only now!
Shuhang's wife held his trembling hands and flashed a gentle smile. At this time, her hair had grown very long, reaching her legs!