Arthur and Ashley turned together once more, facing the beaming elders seated before them, and bowed deeply. It was their gesture of gratitude—to the parents and elders who had given them life and raised them to adulthood. But it was also a farewell. From this moment on, they would no longer simply be a son, a grandson, or a daughter. They were becoming husband and wife, building their own home, creating a haven where one day their own daughter would grow up safe and loved. Benjamin, Spencer, and Nancy watched with eyes glistening, their smiles warm and proud. Their grandson and daughter had grown up. Though they would still see each other often, the elders couldn’t help but feel a bittersweet tug of parting. Toby and Tricia, though they had not raised Arthur themselves, had always cared for him as if he were their own. Arthur and Taylor were like brothers, and they had long ago taken this resilient young man into their hearts. They might not be people of great means, but whenever Arthur needed them, they would give everything they had to help. Watching the couple now, they were sincerely happy. When the bows were done, Arthur straightened and turned first to Spencer and Nancy. “Dad, Mom.” “Oh—good boy, good boy!” they replied warmly, their smiles wide enough to show every tooth. As tradition demanded, they presented him with the red envelopes they had prepared. The money inside meant little to Arthur in material terms, but the gesture, the blessing it carried, mattered deeply. Accepting it made him feel, in his heart, like a child cherished by his elders. Then Ashley turned to Benjamin and to Toby and Tricia. “Grandpa, Dad, Mom.” “Ah!” All three answered at once, their grins bright, their joy impossible to hide. Toby and Tricia handed her their own red envelope, thick with carefully prepared money, given with all the love in their hearts. Benjamin, however, was far from ordinary. His envelope was thin—just a single bank card. “There’s fifty billion in here,” he said, smiling fondly. “Consider it pocket money from me.” Gasps rippled through the crowd.Fifty billion. Pocket money. Of course, it was nothing less than one would expect from the leader of Heaven’s Cult—his generosity was as commanding as his presence. For ordinary people, that amount could last countless lifetimes. Ashley was momentarily stunned. Wasn’t this the sort of occasion where you gave a plump envelope just for the joy and good fortune of it? Yet here he was, offering her an amount beyond comprehension. She hesitated, reluctant to take it, but Benjamin caught the doubt in her eyes and deliberately frowned. “This is your red envelope for addressing me as Grandpa on your wedding day. It’s my heartfelt gift. Or… are you saying you don’t want to recognize me as your grandfather?” Benjamin truly liked this poised, gracious granddaughter-in-law, and he knew the love she and Arthur shared. Arthur’s childhood had been far too bitter; with Ashley beside him, perhaps those old wounds could finally heal. More than anything, Benjamin wished for his grandson’s happiness. Arthur gave her an encouraging smile. “Go on, take it. It’s from Grandpa’s heart. If you refuse, he’ll be hurt.” So Ashley accepted it, and Benjamin’s smile widened. Still, she suddenly felt the weight of it—fifty billion was not five thousand, or even five million. After she offered her thanks, Arthur and Ashley faced each other again, their hands both gripping the same red silk ribbon, a large red flower in the middle like a symbol of the happiness they now shared. Hand in hand, they smiled at each other, the rest of the world fading away. To the guests, this was not just a wedding. It was the rare beauty of a love that had weathered every hardship and only grown stronger. In the expectant hush, Devon and Mr. Hugo’s voices rang out together, high and resonant. Arthur and Ashley bowed to each other—an act of respect and devotion, a silent vow to keep their love as it was now for the rest of their lives.