ATLAS TRANSLATES

Xu Miyu felt both surprised and delighted, quickly stepping forward to greet Qi Yunguang and leading him to the front where the newlyweds stood.

Uncle Qi was clearly excited but restrained himself, asking calmly, “Why are you here?” Unfortunately, the trembling in his voice betrayed his inner joy.

Aunt Yan, watching Qi Yunguang, breathed a sigh of relief, then wore a face of contentment.

Qi Yunguang said to Uncle Qi, “Took a cab, and the traffic was bad, so I’m late.” Then, urging Uncle Qi, he added, “I’m here now, let’s proceed!”

Uncle Qi, trembling, placed the ring on Aunt Yan’s finger. Afterwards, Aunt Yan reciprocated, patting his hand and asking, “Is it perfect now?”

Uncle Qi nodded with teary eyes, “With my wife and son here, it’s perfect!”

Xu Miyu, watching from below, felt moved. Suddenly, she heard Qi Yunguang speaking to her.

“You send me messages every day, and it’s getting annoying!” Qi Yunguang frowned.

Hearing this, Xu Miyu quickly turned to Qi Yunguang, apologizing, “I’m sorry! I actually…”

Qi Yunguang suddenly smiled, interrupting her, “Actually, I didn’t want to come. But the message you sent last night touched me. You said, while my dad is still here, I should ask him for whatever I want. I should say it to his face. At first, I hesitated about your words, but when I saw you mentioning the misunderstandings between you and your ex-boyfriend—how not expressing what you wanted directly led to the accumulation of misunderstandings, resulting in a regretful ending—I was moved. I realized I didn’t want regrets. So, I agree with the last thing you said: I hope there won’t be the same regrets between lovers or father and son in the future.”

“It was your words that moved me, so this morning, after much consideration, I decided to come.”

Xu Miyu looked at Qi Yunguang, smiling with satisfaction, “Thank you for coming,” she sincerely said.

In the last row, Ji Feng saw Xu Miyu and the man who had just entered, talking and smiling at each other. He suddenly felt uneasy. Narrowing his eyes, he told Xue Rui, “Find out quickly what Xu Miyu and that man were talking about just now.”

Xue Rui immediately texted the cameraman next to Xu Miyu.

The cameraman sent a snippet of the conversation to Xue Rui’s phone, and Xue Rui handed the phone to Ji Feng.

Watching the footage and hearing Qi Yunguang recounting the content of Xu Miyu’s messages, Ji Feng’s heart suddenly felt a pang.

After the breakup, that troublesome woman wasn’t as decisive and detached as she portrayed. She, too, reflected on things and had regrets. She was also dealing with the aftermath of the breakup.

A subtle mix of comfort and an uncontrollable surge of emotions welled up in Ji Feng’s sore heart.

On the stage, after exchanging rings, Uncle Qi took the microphone. He expressed his desire to make a sincere confession to Aunt Yan.

People in the audience laughed.

But as they laughed, their eyes started turning red along with Uncle Qi’s words.

Uncle Qi looked at Aunt Yan and called out, “Xiao Yan.” Just this one call carried a slight choked-up feeling.

“Xiao Yan, when we were young, I felt I wasn’t worthy of you. I thought you should find someone more suitable, so we separated. Thirty years later, in those thirty years, you lived alone and lonely for over twenty years, and I became a widower for over twenty years. Both of us never truly experienced happiness. Now, in our old age, I truly regret not having the courage back then. Even if my conditions were not as good as yours, so what? Since I liked you more than anyone else, and you liked me more than anyone else, what does suitability even matter? I regret choosing my useless pride between my self-esteem and you, leaving both of us to waste away in loneliness for half a lifetime, without happiness.”

Uncle Qi’s hand holding the microphone trembled, resonating with the slight quiver in his voice.

After steadying himself, he continued, “It took me until this age to understand. We love each other, so what does it matter about conditions? Unfortunately, time is running out. But it’s okay; from today onwards, every day, I’ll be with you happily, never to part again!”

Aunt Yan cried. Tears welled up in Xu Miyu’s eyes too. Watching Uncle Qi and Aunt Yan, she couldn’t help but think of Ji Feng and herself. It was as if she saw a future version of herself, experiencing irreversible regrets on the journey of life. Her nose and eyes stung, making her even more upset.

At the back of the venue, Ji Feng watched quietly, completely absorbed in the front. Something seemed to touch his heart, and he couldn’t help glancing at Xu Miyu. Tears blurred her eyes, and she struggled not to let them form drops.

Suddenly, Ji Feng’s heart twinged.

The wedding ceremony ended successfully. Next was Uncle Qi’s birthday banquet.

The pre-prepared birthday cake was brought in, and everyone sang a birthday song to wish Uncle Qi well.

Uncle Qi and Aunt Yan sat at the main table. Qi Yunguang was also at this table, seated across from them.

While cutting the cake, Xu Miyu gestured to Qi Yunguang. He raised his glass, stood up, and said to Uncle Qi, “Old Qi, I’ll toast you first. But before the toast, I want to talk to you about my feelings.”

Uncle Qi immediately sat up straight, fully focused on listening.

“Old Qi, do you know, from childhood to adulthood, you always looked angry, making me really afraid of you. I didn’t dare to ask you for anything because I thought if I did, you’d scold me angrily. But later, seeing you with Aunt Yan, that angry look of yours disappeared. You treated the old lady with utmost respect, agreeing to whatever she proposed. At that time, I thought, maybe you don’t have a bad temper; maybe you just don’t love your son that much?”

By the end, Qi Yunguang’s eyes were red.

Uncle Qi listened anxiously, wanting to speak.

Qi Yunguang stopped him, “Don’t speak yet, let me finish!” He looked resolute, as if Uncle Qi interrupting again would lead to them breaking off completely.

Uncle Qi’s face turned crimson, struggling to hold back the words at the tip of his tongue.

Qi Yunguang looked at Aunt Yan, then turned back to Uncle Qi. When he spoke again, his tone suddenly rose, filled with resentment, “So, I really hate this old lady. The more you treat her well, the more I dislike her! Old Qi, I just want to ask you one question. You serve her dishes every meal! How come you never do it for me?”

His unexpected question amused everyone, but as they saw Qi Yunguang genuinely angry and hurt, laughter faded.

Uncle Qi’s face got even redder, and after holding back, he retorted, “What kind of ridiculous question is this? I have nothing to explain!”

Upon hearing Uncle Qi’s response, Aunt Yan and Xu Miyu were both surprised. They expected Uncle Qi to avoid answering, but they didn’t anticipate him responding so harshly.

Aunt Yan quickly tugged at his sleeve, saying, “Watch your words!”

Uncle Qi, pulling back his sleeve without much patience, said gruffly, “Don’t nag at me!”

At the right moment, Xu Miyu whispered to Qi Yunguang, “Look, even your father isn’t always kind to Aunt Yan and Yanyue. He’s speaking angrily, just like your father does.” Then, she turned to advise Uncle Qi, “Uncle, you need to explain and communicate; don’t be so stern now!”

She played the role of a mediator, trying to convince both.

Fortunately, Uncle Qi took her advice. He said in a rough tone, “I thought he was a young man who doesn’t need me to serve him dishes. Isn’t it awkward for two grown men to keep serving each other at the table?”

Qi Yunguang immediately retorted, “You’re not me, how do you know I don’t want you to serve me dishes?”

Uncle Qi was taken aback, then shouted louder, “If you want me to serve you dishes, why don’t you just say it directly?”

Qi Yunguang raised his voice even more, “Is it necessary to say this? Can’t you understand on your own? You can serve her, can’t you at least give me a piece of vegetable?”

Uncle Qi, unwilling to be weaker, shouted with a stretched neck, “Why compare yourself to her? You’re a man! She’s a woman!”

Qi Yunguang yelled with a sense of injustice, “Even if I’m a man, I’m also your son!”

Uncle Qi’s neck veins popped out, “If you want me to serve you dishes, why don’t you directly tell me?”

Qi Yunguang raised his voice, “Do I have to tell you? You’re my father, can’t you ask? I want you to serve me dishes; is that so difficult?”

Uncle Qi’s face and neck turned red from holding back.

Then he shouted again, “If you want it, say it!”

Qi Yunguang retorted, “If I don’t say, won’t you ask?”

The onlookers at the banquet were nervously tensed by their shouting, afraid to breathe. The atmosphere escalated like a mountain, rising step by step.

Uncle Qi felt a bit exhausted, unable to shout anymore. Panting, he asked, “Alright, I’ll ask! What do you want?!”

Qi Yunguang’s eyes were completely red as he said, “Alright, I’ll tell you. I just want you to serve me dishes! Is that okay?”

Choking for a moment, Qi Yunguang’s eyes filled with tears as he asked, “I’m asking you, after you serve Aunt Yan, will you serve me too?”

Uncle Qi’s voice also became hoarse, tears rolling in his eyes, “Serve, serve, serve you! You want this, why didn’t you say earlier?” He wiped away the old tears in his eyes with determination, vigorously rubbing his sleeve against them.

Xu Miyu, Qi Yunguang, and Aunt Yan couldn’t help but cry and laugh at the same time. Qi Yunguang also wiped away tears stubbornly, a gesture and expression that made it clear he was indeed Uncle Qi’s son.

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief, satisfied with the emotional climax of this family drama, which, in its extreme intensity, reached a moving resolution.

It turns out that genuine family affection always easily moves people.

Xu Miyu was deeply moved by the recent clash between Uncle Qi and Qi Yunguang.

It seemed like she could see the problems that once existed between her and Ji Feng in those clashes.

Equally touched was Ji Feng, sitting in the back. He also thought about Xu Miyu and himself—how they both failed to express their desires, creating a gap between them.

Due to a lack of direct communication, even though they understood each other, the unspoken and unasked gradually distanced them from one another.

Ji Feng stared at Xu Miyu, contemplating the impulse to confront her face-to-face about their past issues, just like the father and son did moments ago.

At the main table, Qi Yunguang raised his wine glass in irritation, saying to Uncle Qi, “Old Qi, here, wishing you a happy birthday!” He choked up for a moment, then suppressed his tears to continue, “Although you are in the late stages, put in some effort. I hope to celebrate your birthday next year! Don’t… don’t leave us so soon!” Towards the end, his voice became so hoarse that it was almost inaudible. Though he didn’t let tears flow, each word carried the weight of emotion.

Uncle Qi’s tears instantly fell. He extended his arm to clink glasses with his son, saying, “Later, watch me serve you a table full of dishes!” His voice was also heavily strained. Aunt Yan turned her face aside, wiping away tears.

Everyone present was deeply moved.

Xu Miyu couldn’t help but shed tears as well. For this complete father-son affection and the family love she had never experienced, she cried heavily but also smiled happily.

Ji Feng, sitting at the back, felt his eyes slightly sore. Beside him, Xue Rui had turned into a tearful mess, saying, “Oh my, a love reunited after decades is already touching enough, but I didn’t expect father-son love to be equally tear-jerking. I fear strong men with tender hearts, yet this pair used the toughest words to argue the most sincere and soft father-son affection. It’s too emotional! Boss, please pass me the tissue box from your side!”

Ji Feng ignored him.

He feared that any movement would reveal his reddened eyes. Quite embarrassing.

The journalist next to Xue Rui handed him a few tissues, saying, “Brother, I’ve got some here, take them!” Turning his head, he found that both of them, the journalist brothers, were sobbing loudly.

Among them, the younger one wiped his nose and said, “Bro, you’re right. Isn’t this more worthy of recording than those events next door? It’s heartwarming and touching, too good to cry! Boss, please pass me your tissue box!”

Everyone was initially moved by the elderly couple’s wedding, and now, the father-son affection moved them to tears.

The regrets of not daring to love in their youth were compensated, and now, the rift between father and son was also resolved.

Everything seemed to have a happily-ever-after ending, and everyone was joyously harmonious.

However, Xu Miyu, in the midst of this joyful ocean, noticed that Uncle Qi seemed somewhat off.

He appeared uncomfortable but forced himself to act as if everything was fine.

Seeing Uncle Qi’s sudden change in complexion, Xu Miyu hurriedly walked towards him.

Aunt Yan finally noticed her husband’s abnormality. Based on experience, she quickly judged, “Old Qi, are you about to vomit? Hold on, I’ll help you to the bathroom. Endure it, don’t vomit here; it’s not attractive!”

Uncle Qi dared not nod or speak, afraid that he would vomit uncontrollably if he opened his mouth. He struggled to endure.

However, Xu Miyu saw that Uncle Qi had reached his limit, and he didn’t seem to have the strength to walk to the bathroom.

She quickly approached Uncle Qi and Aunt Yan, stopping Aunt Yan, “Don’t move him easily now!” She turned to Qi Yunguang in a hurry, “Quick, call an ambulance!” Then she instructed a nearby waiter, “Bring me the trash bin and immediately call the in-house doctor!”

But before the trash bin arrived, Uncle Qi couldn’t hold back anymore.

Without a word, Xu Miyu calmly and swiftly took off her uniform jacket, covering Uncle Qi’s mouth just in time to catch the vomit he couldn’t hold back.

Uncle Qi vomited until tears rolled down his face.

After he finished, Xu Miyu wrapped the soiled clothes, handed them to the waiter behind her to dispose of, and then took the trash bin to let the old man rinse his mouth.

After rinsing, Uncle Qi weakly leaned against Aunt Yan, gasping for breath. He grabbed Xu Miyu’s hand and thanked her, “Xiao Xu, it’s a pity about your clothes! Thank you, thank you for not letting me soil this significant event in my life. Thank you for helping me maintain my dignity!”

He panted, breath getting shorter, but still reminded Aunt Yan and Qi Yunguang, “Don’t let everyone know I’m unwell. Let them continue to eat and drink, continue to enjoy themselves for me!”

Xu Miyu’s nose felt tingly.

The in-house doctor arrived and, after examining Uncle Qi, said, “We can’t wait for an ambulance; we need to quickly take him to the nearest hospital.”

Xu Miyu immediately contacted the transportation team, but the result was both anxious and disappointing. All the cars in the fleet were already dispatched for other events, and for a moment, they couldn’t find an available car and driver.

Putting down the walkie-talkie, she turned to Qi Yunguang, “Mr. Qi, did you come by car?”

Qi Yunguang anxiously shook his head, “I don’t have a car; I took a taxi!”

Xu Miyu, feeling extremely anxious, turned to Aunt Yan, “Aunt Yan, can you ask the guests who might have driven here if they can help take Uncle Qi to the hospital?”

Aunt Yan agreed and was about to hand Uncle Qi over to Qi Yunguang for support. However, Uncle Qi started convulsing, and Aunt Yan hesitated, not daring to move or step away.

Uncle Qi’s condition was very bad, and time couldn’t be wasted. Xu Miyu decided to inquire herself. She asked Aunt Yan to point out a few reliable friends or relatives who might have driven to the event.

Aunt Yan, leaning against Uncle Qi, strained her neck to look for potential drivers.

Xu Miyu was extremely anxious. Qi Yunguang was stomping his feet nearby.

Just then, Xu Miyu saw someone walking straight from behind the venue.

After seeing the person’s face, Xu Miyu froze.

Unexpectedly, it was Ji Feng.

He walked briskly down the central aisle of the banquet hall, illuminated as if bathed in golden light.

He approached, stopped in front of her, and said, “Let me take the old man to the hospital.”

Xu Miyu stared at Ji Feng in a daze.

Aunt Yan hurriedly asked Xu Miyu, “Who is this…”

Xu Miyu answered briefly, “He’s the owner of our hotel.”

Aunt

Yan and Qi Yunguang, supporting the weakened Uncle Qi, all revealed surprised expressions.

“Why trouble you, the boss, to personally escort?” Aunt Yan said somewhat nervously.

Ji Feng told her, “Who does the escorting is not important; the crucial thing is to get the person to the hospital quickly.” After saying this, he stepped back, allowing Xue Rui, who was pushing a wheelchair, to approach. Together with Qi Yunguang, they helped the old man into the wheelchair.

The whole process was swift and smooth, without much noise. A few guests noticed the situation, and Ji Feng only had the waiter go over and explain that the old man was a bit tired and needed to rest next door. He urged everyone to continue enjoying themselves.

Xue Rui pushed Uncle Qi out first, followed closely by Aunt Yan and Qi Yunguang. Ji Feng stayed behind, instructing Xu Miyu, “You stay here to take care of the venue. Don’t let the atmosphere dampen. The old man probably doesn’t want this significant banquet in his life to be interrupted because of him. He would want everyone to enjoy on his behalf.”

Every word Ji Feng said struck Xu Miyu’s heart.

She felt he was amazing, effortlessly resolving the problem, calm and composed, organizing everything methodically.

She nodded heavily at Ji Feng.

Before leaving, Ji Feng glanced at her again, saying, “You look good in just a shirt.” After that, he turned and followed them out.

Xu Miyu stood in place, feeling like she had momentarily shut down.

She understood that he wanted to tell her he saw the scene where she used her jacket to catch Uncle Qi’s vomit. He was praising her action.

She snapped back to reality, turning to take care of the venue. At this moment, she noticed two people carrying cameras, recording everything that had happened from just now until now. They had work badges around their necks, indicating they were media journalists.

Xu Miyu smiled, nodded at them, and invited them to sit down and rest, suggesting they eat something together.

“There’s nothing earth-shattering happening in this hall. You two shouldn’t carry your machines so laboriously. Sit down and have something to eat!”

The two responded, “But we feel that what’s recorded in this hall is much more touching than the earth-shattering events in other halls.”

Without any delay, Ji Feng took the person to the hospital.

After everything was settled, he immediately returned to the hotel. He knew Xu Miyu must be waiting for news about Uncle Qi.

When he returned, the banquet had already dispersed. Ji Feng looked at the now empty banquet hall and suddenly felt a bit emotional.

He said to Xue Rui with a hint of emotion, “This is the kind of event worth organizing.”

Xue Rui nodded, wanting to say something, but Ji Feng instructed him, “You go about your business; no need to follow me. I have some things to attend to.”

After Xue Rui left, Ji Feng went directly downstairs to the first floor of the hotel, where there were some newly established luxury and high-end fashion stores. He entered one of the shops, carefully choosing a women’s outer coat.

With the coat in hand, he went upstairs to the planning department’s office.

The office door was slightly ajar, and it was very quiet inside.

He initially wanted to knock, but the moment his fingertips touched the door panel, he suddenly stopped and quietly pushed the door open.

There was only Xu Miyu in the office, sleeping on the desk.

Outside the window, light rain was falling, tapping on the glass. She lay on the table, peacefully asleep. The overcast sky made the room dim, making her side profile look particularly gentle and serene.

In this kind of overcast weather, the room felt a bit cold. She must be exhausted, sleeping on the table with just a white shirt.

He tried to suppress his footsteps, walked closer to her, and gently placed the coat in his hand over her.

Then, in complete silence, he carefully brought over a swivel chair, sat down, and quietly watched her.

Her eyelashes were long, casting shadows under her eyes, concealing the fatigue there. The skin on her cheeks was as fair as a piece of jade, embedded in the quiet white jade of the gloomy and rainy surroundings. Her lips were lightly pursed, as if even in her dreams, she was worried about something. He couldn’t help but lift his hand, as if enchanted, and lightly touched her lips with his fingertips.