The guests have all arrived, and the fifty rows of spectator seats are packed.,Fu Lingxiao stared intently at the pair of rings, his deep eyes trembling with a faint light. He took out the ring inlaid with the letter "m" and held up Mu Xing's hand, gently sliding it onto her slender ring finger.,Fu Lingxiao pinched her slender waist, gently pressing her onto the bed. He leaned in close to her tender, rosy lips and didn't rush to kiss her. His voice was low and hoarse as he said, "Mrs. Fu, happy wedding."。