Addicted Book 2 - Passionate Flames

Epilogue 4 - Wedding Night - FINAL ENDING

The night is brilliant. The moonlight outside the windows reflectively shimmered into the house, casting beautiful shadows on the floor of the newlywed's marriage room.

All the lights in the room had been turned off. The room is only illuminated by the lighted candles. Under the warmly hazy candlelight, a new couple is hiding under a new blanket with their fingers fervently tapping on the calculator.

"Are you done calculating yet?" BaiLuoYin leaned his head over, "How much did we get in total for wedding gifts?"

GuHai carefully looked at the screen on the calculator and replied, "Over thirty million!"

"We got that much!?" BaiLuoYin was utterly in shocked.

GuHai nodded, "There are a few people that are very generous ... like our partnerships, my dad's old friends, and YouQi. Although LiShuo and FuZhi are abroad and could not attend, they also gifted us a few millions. All the others probably ranged from a few thousands to a few ten thousands ..."

BaiLuoYin pondered for a moment, looking at the screen on his laptop calculator, "With a total of 18 banquet tables, each table costing 9,999 yuan, that's about 1.2 million yuan in total. We passed out over ten thousand in red envelopes to the hotel staff; plus the renovation for our wedding room, buying the clothes, jewelry and wedding supplies; all this cost about 500 thousand. Excluding all these costs, we netted more than 20 million."

"Did you count our parents' monetary gifts1?" GuHai reminded.

1Note: this is referred to '改口費' money gifted by parents on both sides after a wedding to their new daughter-in-law or son-in-law.

BaiLuoYin knocked on his forehead, "Ah...I forgot. I haven't even opened their red envelopes yet."

After saying that, he quickly got off the bed and took out the red envelope that GuWeiTing stuffed into his hands. Taking a sneak peek, he was initially stunned for a moment and then he grinned. He seemed to be very satisfied with the amount.

"How much did he give?" GuHai curiously bent his head over to peek.

"Ten extra days of vacation," BaiLuoYin boasted, "Our dad probably helped us fight for this within the internal military personnel."

GuHai suddenly felt a burst of agitation, his expression scornful, "That's such a small reward. How dare he give that out as a gift?"

"This kind of gift comes directly from the heart. It can't be measured with money." BaiLuoYin responded. Then, he turned to asked GuHai, "So how much did my dad give you?

"I'm not going to tell you," GuHai pretended to be mysterious.

BaiLuoYin pushed the laptop to the side and suddenly pounced on GuHai. Hitting and asking him simultaneously, "Hurry up and tell me, how much?"

GuHai stubbornly resisted for a long time before he confessed, "Our dad did not give me money, but special thoughts."

"What is that?"

"Our dad won't let me tell you."

"Who are you closer to huh?" BaiLuoYin took the two little raised nubs on GuHai's chest and twisted it like screws, causing GuHai to painfully cry out.

"Closer to you, closer to you..." GuHai replied begging for mercy. "Inside our dad's red envelope, he wrote, 'As the father of BaiLuoYin, I, especially give GuHai the following privileges: Firstly, BaiLuoYin must address GuHai as 'husband.' He must call him that least ten times every day. Secondly, BaiLuoYin is not allowed to carry out domestic violence on GuHai, he must save that energy and dedicate himself to wholeheartedly serve his husband. Thirdly..."