Chapter 6: A Wedding of the Heart

A month later, on a crisp autumn evening, Lâm Thừa Dịch took Hạ Vy back to the very street where they first met in that fateful rain.

“Why did you bring me here?” Hạ Vy asked in surprise, looking around the familiar street, now lavishly decorated with thousands of twinkling lights strung everywhere.

“Because this is where our story began.” Lâm Thừa Dịch took her hand and led her to the exact spot where he had pulled her out of the path of the car. It was now covered in countless white rose petals, a scene so romantic it took her breath away.

He knelt on one knee in front of her, holding a box with a sparkling diamond ring, his eyes full of love. “Đỗ Hạ Vy, a year ago I never thought I could love anyone this deeply. You came into my life through a cold contract, but you warmed my frozen heart with the most sincere love. Will you be my wife for real, not on paper, but with your whole heart, by my side forever?”

Happy tears streamed down Hạ Vy’s cheeks. She nodded again and again, her voice choked. “Yes. Yes, I’ll be your wife. Forever.”

Lâm Thừa Dịch stood, slid the ring onto her finger, and pulled her tightly into his arms, kissing her gently beneath the twinkling lights as white rose petals drifted on the autumn breeze.

Three months later, a grand wedding was held at the most luxurious hotel in the city. Hạ Vy wore a stunning wedding gown and walked beside Lâm Thừa Dịch in a pure white suit. They exchanged vows before their families, their friends, and his grandmother, who sat smiling happily in the front row.

“Lâm Thừa Dịch, from this day forward, do you promise to love, cherish, and protect Đỗ Hạ Vy for the rest of your life?” the officiant asked.

“I do.” Lâm Thừa Dịch looked deep into his bride’s eyes, his voice ringing out with complete certainty, without a moment’s hesitation.

“And you, Đỗ Hạ Vy, do you promise to walk the rest of life’s road with Lâm Thừa Dịch, through good times and bad, never leaving his side?”

“I do.” Hạ Vy smiled radiantly, happy tears rolling down her cheeks.

They shared a sweet kiss amid the applause and blessings of everyone around them. The golden autumn sun streamed through the tall glass windows, wrapping the young couple in perfect happiness.

A story that began with a cold marriage contract between a poor girl and a powerful CEO had ended in the most sincere, sweet, and complete love.

Just as Lâm Thừa Dịch once said: “A contract can expire, but my love for you will never end.”

— THE END —