A/N: Hi everyone! I just finished watching the series! To be honest the last two episodes were kinda weird for me haha. Is it just me or did anyone feel that way too? Anyway I really didn't like how the wedding played out in the series. So I'm writing my own version of the wedding! Hope you guys enjoy it!
Shancai stared at herself in the mirror. The makeup artist had just put the finishing touches on her face. She could scarcely believe this was herself she was looking at. Her hair was swept up into a low chignon bun, loose curls framing her face at the sides. Her bangs were neat at her brows, which were drawn immaculately. There was a hint of blush on her cheeks and a neutral pink lipstick on her lips. It was just the right amount of makeup to bring out her features.
"Shancai, you look beautiful," her father mused behind her, barely able to hide the pride on his face as he hastily wiped away a tear.
"Dad, don't cry, this is supposed to be a happy day," Shancai said, turning around and smiling as she took her father's hand in hers.
"I am happy, my beautiful daughter," her father replied, more tears welling up in his eyes.
"Silly man, stop crying or you'll make our daughter cry too!" Shancai's mother chimed in, although there was a hint of wetness in her eyes as well.
Xiaoyou, Lizhen and Xiaozi popped into the bridal room at that moment. They were all in matching lavender dresses.
"Shancai! You look absolutely gorgeous!" Xiaoyou exclaimed, rushing over to where Shancai was sitting.
"The guests have mostly arrived, we're ready to start soon!" said Lizhen, beaming at Shancai.
"Daoming Si is nervous as hell, it is quite hilarious." Xiaozi added, grinning mischievously.
"Really?" Shancai chuckled.
Indeed, Daoming Si was pacing up and down in a suite nearby. He fiddled nervously with his bow tie, glancing every once in a while at his watch.
The rest of the F4 watched him in amusement.
"Ah Si, will you sit down already. You're making me dizzy with your constant pacing," said Ximen.
"Yeah, and stop touching your bow tie. You're making it look messy again," said Meizuo, as he lounged lazily on the sofa, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand.
"Tsk, I can't help it. I've waited so long for this day and it's finally happening!" Daoming Si replied, plopping himself down on the sofa between Lei and Ximen.
"We can't believe it's finally here too. Who would have thought the mighty, cold and unfeeling leader of F4 would be the first amongst us to get married," Meizuo laughed.
"I'm not surprised, out of the four of us I always knew he'd be the most whipped," Ximen joked, earning him a half hearted punch on the shoulder from Daoming Si.
"Relax, Ah Si, there's nothing to be nervous about," Lei reassured his friend.
Daoming Si nodded. Lei knew him best. And out of everyone else, Lei knew Shancai best as well. Somehow hearing his words eased the tension in Daoming Si's shoulders a little.
"He's probably just nervous about tonight," Meizuo said, grinning at Daoming Si. "You guys haven't…"
"Oh you're right. Daoming Si and Dong Shancai, number one innocent couple in China. Our almighty F4 leader hasn't done it before, that must be why you're nervous," Ximen laughed.
"Eh! No one will complain if you guys just shut up!" Daoming Si retorted, slightly red in the face. He hadn't thought of what would transpire tonight after the wedding, but now that the guys have mentioned it, it was another thing to add to his list of things to be nervous about.
He didn't know exactly what was making him tick now, but he knew that the road to get to this wedding had not been smooth for him and Shancai. He couldn't quite believe they were really here, about to get married. It seemed strange now that there wasn't an evil plan his mother was plotting that he needed to save both him and Shancai from.
Daoming Si let out a loud sigh and stood up, walking over to the side of the room to continue pacing again.
Xiaoyou and Lizhen entered the suite with Qinghe and Xiaozi at that moment.
"Daoming Si! Are you still pacing? You've been doing that since I last checked in on you guys?" Xiaozi asked, going up to him and grabbing his arm to stop him.
"Daoming Si, don't be nervous, Shancai is all ready to get married to you!" Xiaoyou said, settling herself down on the sofa next to Ximen. He instinctively reached out to take her hand, entwining his fingers with hers.
"How's Shancai doing?" asked Daoming Si.
"She's great! Certainly not as jittery as you are," said Lizhen.
"She looks beautiful in her gown, it'll take your breath away when you see her later," teased Xiaozi.
"That's not fair, you girls got to see Shancai. Why am I not allowed to see her? I'm her best friend!" Qinghe moaned. Lizhen rolled her eyes as smacked him on the chest.
"Stop complaining, we told you you're not part of the bridal party," Lizhen said to him.
"Then why wouldn't I be part of the groomsmen? I'm part of F4 too!" Qinghe retorted.
Everyone chuckled at Qinghe's frustrated expression. Daoming Si was glad, it helped to ease his nerves a little.
Daoming Si stood at the front of the aisle, in front of a floral arch adorned with white flowers, fidgeting as he waited. The sun was shining brightly, but there was a cool breeze blowing through the air on this beautiful spring day.
Rows of white chairs were laid out in the garden where they were holding their wedding. The guests were all seated and awaiting the arrival of the bride. Daoming Si could see his mother and Zhuang-jie seated at the front row out of the corner of his eye, but he was concentrating hard on the florals along the aisle to really notice anything else.
Lei, who stood beside him as his best man, leaned in and whispered, "It's time."
The march in song he and Shancai had chosen started playing, and all eyes turned to the gates at the garden entrance that were also decorated with white flowers. Two men in black suits reached out to each door of the gate and pulled them open, revealing the bridesmaids in their lavender dresses.
Xiaoyou, Lizhen and Xiaozi made their way in first, smiling happily as they clutched a posy of flowers each in their hands as they walked down the aisle.
And then there she was. Xiaozi was right, Shancai looked beautiful, and Daoming Si was absolutely floored when she walked down the white carpet aisle, her arm linked with her father's.
The white wedding gown hugged her body, a beautiful bodice of lace and crystals, leading down to a tulle of satin, complete with light pink flowers in her hair. Daoming Si could only stare, his mouth going dry. And when Shancai caught his eye and smiled at him, he broke into a wide grin.
He was still staring at her when she reached him, and Shancai's father placed her hand in his. Shancai gave his hand a light squeeze, reminding him that this was indeed reality.
As the solemniser started speaking, Daoming Si's mind was still a blur. He still had the grin on his face as he reached out to cover Shancai''s hand that was hung on his elbow.
"Do you, Daoming Si, take Dong Shancai, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do," Daoming Si said.
"Do you, Dong Shancai, take Daoming Si to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do," Shancai said.
"The couple will now exchange rings."
Turning to each other, Daoming Si and Shancai slipped the rings onto each others' fingers.
"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Amidst whoops and cheers from their friends and family, Daoming Si cupped Shancai's face in his hands as he leaned in to kiss her. At that moment, there was no one else around but them, husband and wife, as Shancai happily kissed him back.
