Everyone looked at the two of them. Were they in a hurry to enter the bridal chamber?
Xiao Zeyu helped his wife, afraid she would fall, so he didn't let go. He hugged her waist, and the matchmaker stuffed the red silk into his hands.
"Groom, use this to hold the bride's hand."
Xiao Zeyu looked at the red silk. Was he holding her hand? He wanted Qing'er to follow behind him.
No!
He wanted to walk side by side with Su Qing. Xiao Zeyu threw the red silk back to the matchmaker, held Su Qing's soft little hand, and walked side by side with her to the bridal chamber.
The people present burst into an uproar once again. Qin Feng smiled and said, "Does this count as a husband singing and a wife following?"
"It's Yu'er's fortune to be able to marry Qing'er. No matter how much he dotes on her, it's not too much."
