Chapter 470: Day 35 into the Farming Story

Chapter 470: Day 35 of Being Thrust into a Farming Novel

Fu Cong glanced back at the bridal chamber door, now shut for the time being, his eyes brimming with warmth. He thought to himself: The food I asked Auntie to bring in—I wonder if Liu Geer, my husband, likes it? After all this work, I hope he isn't hungry.

Comment section:

"Holy crap! An Yi is that good-for-nothing from the beginning?! I'm shook! What a twist!"

"Author, show yourself! This is a last-minute patch job, right? Otherwise, how could a person change this much? From a petty thief and lowlife to a man of refined character who runs a bookshop? Isn't that a bit too big of a leap?"

"Don't just mash two characters together because we caught you being lazy with names! Is this even right?"

"But this change is just too much!"

"Could it be... this An Yi is also a transmigrator? Did he take over the original body?"

"Oh right! That's possible! But what does this plot point even do for the story? Just to make one character mysterious?"

"Did he have some kind of fortuitous encounter? Like saving a god and getting a total body makeover? (Imagination running wild.jpg)"

"This novel isn't a cultivation story! Would there be some supernatural stuff going on?"

"The villagers' reactions are killing me! They actually think Di Qingji is a disabled omega! Captain Di's rep is getting dragged! Hahahaha!"

[So they're a couple! And "the one for this life"—tsk, pretty romantic.]

"I don't get why a man and an omega is normal, but a man and a man isn't? Aren't omegas also men? They just have an extra mole?"

"...Uh, maybe because... omegas can have kids? (hesitant)"

"...I'm speechless! They want gay romance AND kids. This setting is just... tsk tsk."

"..."

After this little interlude, the wedding feast carried on just as lively as before.

Fine wine and delicious food, laughter and joy, until the sun began to sink westward. Quite a few guests, tipsy and stuffed, started heading out one by one.

An Yi and Di Qingji also got up at the right moment to say goodbye to the hosts.

Fu Cong personally saw them to the door and thanked them again for coming.

On the carriage ride back, sunlight filtered through the swaying curtain gaps, casting dancing patches of light inside the cabin.

Di Qingji still had his arms around An Yi, but he wasn't as chatty and excited as he'd been on the way over. He buried his face in the crook of An Yi's neck, breathing in the crisp, clean scent of the other man, and stayed still for a long while.

An Yi let him lean on him, watching the fields and distant hills blur past the window. Then he spoke, his voice lazy and content: "I love a good banquet."

Di Qingji shifted slightly and raised his head: "We can throw a banquet too."

An Yi: "Hmm?"

Di Qingji went quiet for a moment, then hugged An Yi tighter. He took An Yi's hand and kept stroking the back of it with his thumb.

"An Yi..." he began. "Seeing Master Fu and Boss Jiang get married today... it was so nice."

He paused, gazing at An Yi with burning intensity—his eyes filled with undisguised longing and hope, along with a hint of caution: "I... I want to marry you too."

An Yi raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at him without speaking, waiting for him to continue.

Di Qingji went on: "I know that with us being who we are, we might not be able to do it like they did—big and grand, inviting everyone around, throwing a lively party. But... I still want some kind of ceremony."

His voice grew more resolute: "To tell heaven and earth, to tell our ancestors, to tell our close family and friends—that you are the one I've chosen, unchanging for this life, entrusting life and death to each other."

Looking into An Yi's eyes, he voiced the thought he had been mulling over for a long time: "I can... marry into your family."

He didn't sound shy or reluctant at all: "I don't care what people outside think or say. Everything I have—myself, my share in the escort agency, the savings I've accumulated—can all be my dowry. I just want... to live with you legitimately, to become family with you, to have your name and mine written on the same marriage certificate."

He finished, his eyes locked on An Yi, holding his breath as he waited for an answer.

An Yi reached back, took Di Qingji's hand, and laced their fingers together, holding tight.

"Okay," An Yi replied, his voice clear and steady, without a hint of hesitation: "Let's get married."

Di Qingji's eyes went wide, An Yi's smiling face reflected in them.

He was ecstatic!

"Really? An Yi? You agreed?!"

"Mhm." An Yi nodded, a soft smile curving at the corners of his lips: "I agreed. But..."

He paused, looking at Di Qingji's ecstatic face, and added: "No need to talk about 'marrying in.' Between us, there's no need to split it into who marries who, or who depends on who. Since we're walking through life together, we'll be equal and of one mind. Let's just pick a good day, inform our friends and family, and celebrate."

Di Qingji couldn't care less about the distinction between "marrying in" or "marrying out"—as long as An Yi agreed to wed him, anything was fine!

He was so excited he could barely contain it, pulling An Yi into a tight hug and peppering his cheeks and neck with sloppy kisses: "This is amazing! We're getting married! Hahaha!"

The outrider driving the carriage: "..."

He heard that! He heard it loud and clear! Their Junior Escort Leader was getting married! And the one he's marrying was Young Master An! Sure enough... he was still "married out" after all!

Even though Young Master An said there's no difference, with all this excitement, how is he any different from a young omega about to get married?

Heh! He couldn't help but break into a big grin too.

Young Master An was like a celestial being descended to earth—good-hearted, highly capable, and treated their Junior Escort Leader better than anyone could ask for.

Their Junior Escort Leader was really... so lucky! All those single guys and old-timers at the agency are gonna be so jealous!

By the time they returned to the county town, it was already dark.

Di Qingji walked An Yi back to the small courtyard, then couldn't wait to rush back to the escort agency.

He wanted to tell his parents the huge news first, but he couldn't contain his joy—the smile at the corners of his mouth was impossible to hide, his eyes were practically glowing, he walked like he was floating, and he grinned at everyone he passed.

Soon, everyone at the escort agency could tell the Junior Escort Leader was unusually hyped up.

One of the escorts cracked a joke: "Junior Escort Leader, you're so happy—did watching someone else get married make you eager too?"

Di Qingji had been dying to let out all his joy, so when he heard that, he immediately broke into a huge grin, gave the escort a hearty slap on the shoulder, and said in a loud, proud voice that didn't hide a thing: "That's right! Anxious! Very anxious! An Yi and I are getting married!"

The escort agency went wild!

Most people were shocked at first, then genuinely happy for Di Qingji.

Everyone had noticed how happy the Junior Escort Leader had been these past six months or so.