As the groom, Qing Muye, approached the main entrance, a crowd of relatives blocked the way. "Groom, congratulations! Quickly, quickly, red envelopes, red envelopes."
"That's right, no red envelopes, no entry!"
"Wow, groom, you look so handsome."
"No matter how handsome you are, you have to give money before you can enter."
"Yes, you can't just marry my cousin away like this."
"Exactly, so many people like my cousin."
...
Besides Meng Jingwei's relatives, some classmates and childhood friends also blocked the door.
Qing Muye, dressed in a sharp black suit, exuded an immaculate presence. He held a bouquet of flowers and smiled warmly, "Of course, there will be red envelopes, but you can't be short on blessings either."
"I wish you a lifelong partnership and a happy wedding."
"May you fly wing to wing and have many children soon."
"I hope you'll cherish each other."
"A loving couple, forever devoted."
"May you love each other and have a harmonious union for a hundred years."
...
Listening to their well wishes, Qing Muye raised an eyebrow and smiled. He glanced back at Tang Si, who pulled a thick stack of red envelopes from his pocket and handed them over. "Second Brother, give them a little less. There are still people blocking the way inside."
Qing Muye took the red envelopes and, with a grand gesture, scattered them to the left.
A hundred or so red envelopes fluttered to the ground. Everyone rushed to grab them, clearing the doorway. He successfully entered.
After passing the outer gate, the main entrance to the inner courtyard was guarded by Chu Xue, Ji Lanfeng, and Daisy.
Chu Xue stood in front, "Congratulations, Groom. You hid it from me so well, it must have been hard."
"Is that so?"
Qing Muye was in high spirits, flashing a handsome smile. "When it's your wedding day, I will definitely be there."
"Hmph, why waste words? Give the red envelopes first. If it's not enough, you're not getting in!" Ji Lanfeng walked over and nudged Chu Xue beside him. "You agree, right, Chu Xue?"
"Of course," Chu Xue nodded.
"Don't forget me, or you won't pass my test," Daisy said with a raised eyebrow.
Dujuan, standing nearby, whispered to Meng Tianhua, "Old Meng, these people don't look ordinary. And there's a foreigner. When did our daughter get to know so many people?"
"What are you thinking? Qing Muye is so wealthy, it's normal for him to know some friends from abroad," Meng Tianhua explained.
"That makes sense."
Dujuan nodded, thinking it was plausible.
Over there, Qing Muye took a few more red envelopes from Lu Yanming and handed them over. "Thank you for your hard work."
After handing over the red envelopes, Chu Xue opened one and exclaimed, "Five million? That's really generous."
Tang Si was handing out smaller red envelopes, which was more appropriate for Meng Jingwei's relatives and friends. Giving too much might attract trouble in the future.
However, the three people in front of him had different statuses, and Qing Muye naturally considered that.
"Consider Chu Xue like my sister, Qing Muye. It's only right," Qing Muye smiled.
"What about me?" Ji Lanfeng crossed his arms. "I had to cancel several appointments to be here."
Today was Meng Jingwei's wedding day. Ji Lanfeng and Steve had requested leave from their film crew.
But given their special identities, they feared that their presence might cause a commotion and disrupt the wedding, so they had been wearing masks and sunglasses.
"We're all treated the same."
Qing Muye gave them the same red envelopes, two each, each containing a check for five million.
"Fine, since you're so generous, we'll let you in," Daisy said, waving her red envelope, and stepped aside.