Ch7 - Getting married

Fusang and Su Yu married after the second autumn rain.

The refurbished house, which was decorated with red satin and crimson lanterns, appeared especially festive. Su Yu escorted Fusang to the door in a custom-made wedding dress and a red veil. 

They worshiped heaven and earth in front of the peach blossom trees they planted together this year, then paid their respects to the parents by kneeling in front of Su Yu’s parents’ graves, and then bowed to each other on their knees.

Because there were no guests or a lavish feast, this wedding reception appeared to be quite desolate.

 

 

But the married couple didn’t seem to mind this at all.

Fusang was so nervous when praying to heaven and earth that his face turned red; fortunately, his face was hidden behind a red veil, so no one could see it. 

Su Yu assisted him into the bridal chamber.

 

The room was still a festive red, the bed was covered in a brand-new red quilt, and dragon and phoenix red candles as thick as an infant’s arm blazed in the candle holder, brightly illuminating the room.

Fusang sat on the soft bed, clenching the covers with his fingers on his side.

He bent his head and peered at his toes through the gap in the red veil until another pair of shoes emerged in front of him.

 

His veil was immediately lifted, revealing the brightly lit room in front of his eyes.

Only by squinting could Fusang see the person standing in front of him.

The blurry lighting of the red candle light obscured half of his face, but the exposed other half of his face was stunning.

 

Su Yu was clothed in a bright red wedding gown embellished with gold thread, with a dark crimson belt knotted around his thin waist, his lips hooked, his eyes overflowing with tenderness, and he was looking at Fusang with concentration and deep love. 

Fusang flushed and turned his head away from him when he saw him.

“SangSang…” Su Yu’s warm voice rang in his ear as the bed next him sank. “You look so beautiful today,” he said.

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Fusang’s cheeks flushed again, but the corners of his lips raised slightly.

Su Yu put a wine cup in his hand and chuckled, “Let’s toast.” 

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Fusang’s cheeks flushed slightly more, similar to the pink glow that colored the horizon in the late evening. 

“I want more,” he said as he licked the remnants of wine stains on the corner of his lips and gazed at Su Yu with misty eyes full of yearning.

The eyes of the man who had been looking at him tenderly suddenly darkened.

 

It’s unclear if it was due to Fusang’s remarks or the action of licking his lips.

Su Yu took the wine cup from Fusang’s grasp, turned to lightly hold his face, and quietly stated, “SangSang, it’s time for us to sleep on the bridal bed.” 

“Bridal bed…what is that?” Fusang’s teary eyes fluttered, his voice sweet and innocent.

The man sitting next him rose silently and drew the draperies outside the bed. The majority of the light in the room was abruptly cut off, and the dark red light reflected on the red brocade quilt on the bed grew increasingly ambiguous.

Su Yu removed his robe and carefully cradled Fusang in his arms inside the scarlet canopy.

Fusang’s heart slammed and began pounding furiously, and his fingers trembled against the chest pressing on him. He felt both terrified and somewhat excited about the unknowns that lay ahead. 

“Don’t be afraid, SangSang!” Su Yu noticed that his brows were twisted into a ball due to his nervousness. “I won’t let you hurt too much,” he coaxed sweetly as he leaned down and pinched his face.

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It’ll hurt? Fusang’s small brows furrowed even more tightly.

He finally bit his lip and said carefully, after much thought, “Is it okay to not sleep on the bridal bed? I’m afraid of pain…”

Su Yu, who was in the middle of untying his clothes, laughed, but his movements continued. “You’ll like it, my good SangSang.” 

Before Fusang could say anything, the man above him had already enveloped his body and forcefully blocked his slightly pursed lips.

…

The bright candle light swayed gently, and the layers of draperies obscured the spring scenery in the room.

Fusang didn’t get out of bed until noon the next day. 

The ache in his waist forced him to gasp as he sat up from the bed with the support of his arms.

His throat was also hoarse and dry, possibly from wailing and begging for mercy too hard the night before.

Fusang’s face flushed as he remembered the events of the previous night.

He raised his little eyebrows after he finished blushing, thinking he hadn’t settled accounts with a certain someone yet. 

What tenderness, what courtesy, they were all falsehoods!

Big liar! Feeling deceived, the little fox wrathfully grabbed up a pillow embroidered with bìng dì lián next to him and wanted to smash it.

 

The crumpled and stained pillow cover embroidered with the twin lotuses appeared to be a little familiar.

Fusang suddenly remembered: This pillow was almost constantly cushioning his waist last night… 

He threw away the hot potato pillow almost instantly and drilled into the quilt, blushing with shame.

Boohoo boohoo… How could Su Yu treat him so excessively last night! He was too embarrassed to face others!

The little fox bulged himself into a small hill in the quilt, and the more he thought about it, the more enraged he felt.

The little fox, who was becoming increasingly furious, stood up and angrily packed his luggage. 

He couldn’t wear yesterday’s bridal gown, so he simply chose a robe from his previous outfits and planned to leave with his own small cloth bundle on his back.

But the moment he opened the door, he ran into his new hubby.

Su Yu lifted his brows and inquired warmly, “Why don’t you get some sleep? Where are you going in such a hurry?”

Fusang yanked on his small bundle, pouted in grievance, and turned his head away to ignore him. 

“SangSang~” Su Yu called softly.

“I… I don’t want to be married to you anymore! You bullied me like this last night, and didn’t stop even when I cried and begged… and you bit me! You’re a scoundrel!” Fusang was sobbing and sniffling as he spoke, and his hoarse voice sounded very pitiful.

Su Yu couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry when he saw a certain foolish fox that had failed to run away from home. He embraced Fusang with love and affection, and sincerely apologized: “I’m sorry, SangSang. Last night, I…was a little impatient and didn’t consider your feelings. I’ll let you hit me to vent your anger. Does that sound good?”

“No good!” Fusang snorted and clasped the small bundle. “I’m going back to the fox cave.” 

He attempted to proceed, but was stopped by someone. “Will you stop being angry if I let you bully me back?” Su Yu hugged him while smiling meaningfully.

The little fox’s eyes twinkled in mischief as he proudly raised his chin, “Yes!”

Su Yu laughed, closed the door with a flick of his fingers, and carried him back to his bed.

The stupid fox sat on the bed, looking at him eagerly. 

Su Yu stripped naked, beaming from ear to ear, and his clear and bright eyes gleamed with calculation.

The stupid fox, on the other hand, was a fool and sat there complacently, entirely unconscious of the danger.

 

The bed curtains in the room slowly slid back down.

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