CHAPTER 857: CHAPTER 857: WEDDING NIGHT-1

That made him look at them with the tiniest bit of pity.

But the moment the brothers saw it...the pity in his eyes... they exploded.

"Don’t you dare pity us!" Yu Sicong growled.

"We’re her blood, okay? We don’t need your pity!" snapped Shuchang.

"Stop looking at us like that, or I will punch you," Sile added, fuming.

Yu Holea looked between them, blinking. "Are you guys seriously fighting at my wedding?"

All three looked away like scolded puppies, mumbling "Sorry..."

She rolled her eyes, amused.

Once the toasting was done, they moved toward the Ou family’s table.

Ou Lin, tall and quiet as ever, stood up when Yu Holea approached. He didn’t smile, but there was a softness in his eyes.

From his inner coat pocket, he pulled out a slim folder.

He held it out to her without a word.

Yu Holea took a step back, shaking her head slightly. "I already told you I don’t need..."

But Ou Lin interrupted gently, "This is not about needing."

He placed the papers in her hand anyway.

"This is about deserving. You’re the daughter of the former head of the Ou family. Your mother’s blood runs in you. That title, and what comes with it... It belongs to you by right."

Yu Holea looked down at the papers. She hadn’t opened them yet, but she already knew what they were.

Property rights. Estate deeds. A huge portion of the Ou family’s wealth.

Ou Lin continued, his tone firm but respectful. "I’ve only been holding it safe. But now, I’m giving it back."

Yu Holea’s hands trembled a little.

After the ceremony was over, the sky outside was already painted in soft golden and orange colors. The sun was setting, and the air felt calm and magical.

Qiao Jun gently held Yu Holea’s hand and leaned in close.

"You must be tired," he said softly. "Why don’t you go rest in our room? I’ll stay and see off the guests."

But Yu Holea shook her head and smiled. "I’m not tired at all. I want to be with you."

He raised an eyebrow. "Even while I’m just thanking old men and aunties?"

She gave a small laugh. "Even then. I’m your wife now, remember? I want to help."

Qiao Jun’s heart melted at her words. He gave her a warm look and nodded.

So the two of them walked around the hall together, hand in hand, smiling, bowing, and thanking every guest who had come to their big day.

The guests were all delighted. Everyone praised how beautiful the bride looked and how lucky Qiao Jun was.

Finally, after all the guests had been seen off and the hall was quiet again, Qiao Jun turned to Holea.

"It’s time," he said, a small grin on his lips.

Yu Holea’s cheeks turned pink. She knew exactly what he meant.

He gently guided her to the elevator and took her up to the highest floor.

As they entered, the doors opened to reveal a room unlike any she had ever seen.

It was huge, warm, and softly lit with golden lamps and candles. Rose petals were scattered on the floor and bed.

The scent of flowers and a hint of vanilla filled the air. There was a big window with a view of the night sky, stars twinkling above like they were smiling down on her.

Yu Holea stepped in slowly, her eyes wide with amazement.

Everything was perfect.

The bed was made with rich, silky sheets. There were soft white curtains, gold-trimmed furniture, and a sweet tray of desserts on a small table. It felt like a dream.

She sat down on the bed, carefully holding the edge of her gown.

Her heart was beating faster than ever.

’This is real,’ she told herself. ’I’m really married now. I’m in Qiao Jun’s room as his wife and not girlfriend anymore. Our room.’

She looked around, her eyes stopping on the door.

He hadn’t come in yet.

She knew he was probably talking to someone outside, maybe giving instructions to the helpers, but still... her hands were a little sweaty, and her stomach had butterflies.

It felt like her whole body was excited and nervous at the same time.

She looked at the clock.

’Why is he taking so long?’ she thought, then quickly shook her head.

"No, stop overthinking," she muttered to herself. "This is fine. Everything’s fine."

Just then, the door creaked open.

She jumped slightly and looked up.

There he was... Qiao Jun.

He had changed into a simpler outfit, a soft white shirt and dark trousers, but he looked more handsome than ever.

He stepped in slowly, closing the door behind him, and the room instantly felt warmer.

Yu Holea’s breath caught in her throat.

He smiled when he saw her.

"You waited for me."

"I told you I wasn’t tired," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Qiao Jun walked closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "Are you nervous?"

She nodded a little. "Maybe... just a little."

He reached out and gently took her hand.

"Me too."

She blinked in surprise. "Really?"

"Of course," he said, sitting beside her on the bed. "You’re the most important person in my life. I want tonight to be perfect."

Yu Holea smiled shyly. "It already is."

Qiao Jun looked into her eyes and whispered, "Then let’s make it even better... together."

Yu Holea felt nervous and immediately pushed him lightly. "First, let me take a shower."

Then, without waiting for Qiao Jun’s response, she slipped into the bathroom.

Qiao Jun chuckled. However, he wasn’t in a hurry. The prey has been caught, and soon he will have a lavish meal. He exited the room and went to take a shower, too.

10 minutes later, he returned and waited for Yu Hola, who emerged after 15 minutes.

She was wearing a black silk robe over the new lingerie set.

Qiao Jun’s breathing hitched, and a familiar ache surged through his lower body. The one he has nowadays whenever he sees her.

"Come near me." He softly called out when she remained standing far apart from him.

Yu Holea slowly sauntered over to him, and Qiao Jun could swear that he lost almost control.

Once near, Qiao Jun softly asked, "Are you ready?"

It was kind of asking for permission. Permission to let him touch her, and let loose. He didn’t want to force his wife.

When she nodded, his hanging heart relaxed, and he closed the remaining distance.

Their lips met in a kiss that was tender yet urgent, a slow burn that ignited the room.

Qiao Jun’s hands slid up her sides, the silk robe parting easily as he pushed it off her shoulders.

It pooled at her feet, revealing the creamy expanse of her skin, glowing in the soft candlelight.

His gaze lingered, tracing the curve of her collarbone, the gentle swell of her breasts, the subtle dip of her waist. She was breathtaking.

"You’re beautiful," he breathed, his voice thick with awe.

Yu Holea blushed, her hands moving to the buttons of his shirt. Her fingers worked slowly, deliberately, each button undone, revealing more of his broad chest.

Her touch was tentative at first, but as her palms pressed against his warm skin, she grew bolder. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath her fingertips, a rhythm that matched her own.

"You’re nervous," she observed softly, glancing up at him.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "A little. Aren’t you?"

"Yes," she admitted, sliding his shirt off his shoulders. "But I trust you."

Her words sparked something deep within him, a mixture of tenderness and burning need. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks. "I’ll take care of you," he promised.

Their lips met again in a kiss that deepened quickly, tongues tangling in a dance that felt both new and familiar.

Qiao Jun’s hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and dip as if memorizing her. His touch was gentle yet insistent, every caress sending waves of pleasure through her.

When his fingers brushed over her nipples, she gasped into his mouth, arching into his touch.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire as he watched her reaction. "Do you like that?" he asked, his voice rough.

"Yes," she breathed, her hands clutching his shoulders for support.

Encouraged, he lowered his head, his lips finding the sensitive peaks of her breasts.

His tongue flicked over one nipple, then the other, teasing and tasting until she was trembling in his arms. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him closer, silently begging for more.

Qiao Jun’s hands slid lower, tracing the curve of her hips before slipping between her thighs. She gasped as his fingers brushed against her core, already wet and aching for him.

"So ready for me," he murmured against her skin, his breath hot and sending shivers through her.

He gently guided her backward until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed.

She sank onto the soft mattress, her eyes never leaving his as he stood before her, stripping off the last of his clothing