A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a red silk pajama set sat leaning against a chair, his eyes closed with a faint smile playing on his face.
Fu Wenying felt a trace of bewitching allure in the air.
She walked over and took the seat beside him.
Meng Huaijin opened his eyes, sat up straight, turned off his computer, and handed her a glass of poured red wine.
"This was given to me by Grandfather before his wedding. The vintage is from the year I was born."
Fu Wenying sighed inwardly; as expected of the Meng Family, a Romanée-Conti of this vintage was truly a rarity.
Staring at the missing bottle of Romanée-Conti in the wine cabinet, Elder Meng stomped his cane in exasperation.
"That brat! Didn't he say he'd wait until the day after the wedding to come home and share a bottle together? How could he sneak in and take it?"
He stood in front of the wine cabinet, puffing out his mustache in anger.
Meanwhile, Meng Huaijin and Fu Wenying were comfortably sipping their red wine.
Fu Wenying gestured toward Meng Huaijin's red pajamas.
Meng Huaijin gave a light cough, pressing his fist against his lips as he said, "My mother had all of these prepared."
Fu Wenying smiled generously from the side. "You look uniquely handsome in red."
Meng Huaijin raised an eyebrow. "Then I thank Mrs. Meng for the compliment."
After a while, Meng Huaijin took Fu Wenying by the hand, stood up, and led her over to the balcony railing.
"There's a surprise in a moment."
Before long, the clock struck midnight. With a loud "bang," fireworks shot up into the night sky, bursting into colorful displays. Some drifted like shooting stars across the dark expanse, while others scattered like a fairy maiden shedding blossoms, tiny flowers raining down from above.
One firework after another rose into the air, one blooming as trails of sparks cascaded down. Suddenly, the entire scene left everyone spellbound; the sparks turned into cascading waterfalls, flowing down like the Milky Way, resembling water truly rushing down from a cataract.
Meng Huaijin naturally wrapped an arm around Fu Wenying's waist. "They say a wedding night isn't truly complete without watching fireworks."
Fu Wenying leaned against Meng Huaijin's shoulder, taking in the magnificent fireworks display.
Had it not been for the dark of night, one would have seen a pair of beauties standing side by side on the balcony, leaning on each other as they admired the dazzling spectacle.
Residents all across Yancheng were also watching the fireworks show featured on the news, their hearts filled with envy.
The fireworks continued for over ten minutes. As the very last spark faded away, Fu Wenying turned to face Meng Huaijin, reaching out to wrap her arms around his waist.
"Huaijin, thank you for giving me an unforgettable wedding."
She pressed her head against Meng Huaijin's chest, where she could clearly hear his accelerating heartbeat.
Meng Huaijin lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
Fu Wenying took the initiative to kiss Meng Huaijin's chin. The two of them locked gazes.
Staring into each other's eyes for this long was bound to lead to trouble.
As they drew closer and closer, the moment their lips touched, Fu Wenying thought to herself that she probably wouldn't escape tonight.
Even though this was her second time marrying him, she still felt a flutter of shyness.
Meng Huaijin held her close, and instinctively, she placed her hands against his chest.
Being polite and restrained, Meng Huaijin kissed her lips gently.
Then he paused, pulling back from her warm lips.
Staring into her eyes, he asked, "May I?"
Fu Wenying's face flushed so red it looked as though it might bleed, and she gave a slight nod.
Living a second life, she still found herself terribly shy at a moment like this.
Meng Huaijin bent down to sweep Fu Wenying up in his arms, carried her into the bedroom, and gently set her down. He turned back to close the balcony door and draw the curtains.
When he returned to the bedside, he took off his glasses and placed them on the nightstand. Fu Wenying had already rolled herself up inside the blanket, hiding away.
With a smile, Meng Huaijin pulled the blanket back. "Wenying, come out. It's too hot inside there."
With a tug from Fu Wenying, Meng Huaijin stumbled forward, falling onto the bed with his hands braced on either side of her.
Looking down at the beauty beneath him—possessing a delicate oval face, exquisite facial features, and a pair of captivating phoenix eyes—
Meng Huaijin's Adam's apple bobbed. Lowering his body, he pressed his lips to her cheek, then planted gentle kisses along the bridge of her nose, tracing a path downward to her neck.
Finally, he covered her lips entirely, parting her teeth to conquer and claim her territory.
What followed came as naturally as water flowing into a channel.
Since it was her first time, Meng Huaijin did not pester her endlessly, but she was truly exhausted and sleepy, and soon drifted off into a hazy slumber.
Looking at the sweet creature in his arms, Meng Huaijin carried her to the bathroom to wash them both up.
Then, holding his newlywed wife close, he drifted off into a wonderful sleep.
They shared a night of sweet dreams.