No matter what, Qing Sihuai was now Anthony's man. Seeing Qing Sihuai's face turn ashen with anger, he immediately said, "I advise Young Master Xiao not to miss this golden opportunity. As you Chinese say, what is it... right, 'miss this village, and there won't be this shop.'"
Han Junyan, sitting on the sofa, quietly smoked his cigarette, saying nothing.
He lowered his gaze, his eyes fixed on the table, lost in thought.
Xiao Cheng, standing by the window, held a cigarette between his fingers and ruthlessly stubbed it out on the windowsill. With a surge of defiance, he declared, "I'm putting it out there now, anyone who dares to lay a finger on her before the wedding ends is going against me, Xiao Cheng."
That day, when he met Meng Jingwei, she had promised him that she would not disrupt her wedding.
He would not make a move during the wedding ceremony; this was the last thing he could do for Meng Jingwei.
...
The car merged onto the highway, speeding along smoothly.
After exiting the highway in Lancheng, Meng Jingwei, sitting inside the car, caught sight of a roadside billboard with a casual glance.
The billboard featured a photo of her and Qing Muyue, their faces beaming with happiness, accompanied by the caption: "Holding your hand, growing old together."
Seeing this, Meng Jingwei was somewhat surprised. Just as she was about to question Qing Muyue, the car sped forward, and she spotted another billboard, also displaying a photo of her with him.
The caption was the same: "If you are willing to walk into the hall of marriage with me, I will walk with you until our hair turns white."
As Meng Jingwei finished reading the words on this billboard, the content of the next one came into view.
It was then that she unexpectedly realized that all the roadside billboards displayed photos of her and Qing Muyue, along with affectionate messages. Even the advertising panels on the passing taxis bore congratulatory messages for their wedding.
Wherever Meng Jingwei looked, she could see them.
"Why... why are you making such a big fuss?"
She turned her head to look at Qing Muyue, "A low-key wedding is also very good."
Qing Muyue, sitting beside her, curved his lips into a smile. "When I, Qing Muyue, marry a wife, I don't need to be so low-key."
"Pfft... alright."
Meng Jingwei couldn't help but laugh, her face radiating pure happiness.
She turned her head to look out the window; those large, poster-like photos had undoubtedly become a beautiful scenic route.
Whether it was street billboards, large screens in the plaza, or taxi advertisements, they were all occupied.
Before long, the car arrived at the Atlantis Hotel.
Twenty Ferrari cars parked steadily in front of the hotel.
However, radiating outwards from the hotel, a kilometer away, the entire area was filled with bodyguards, blocking all reporters and media personnel.
A red carpet was laid out on the ground at the hotel entrance. The flower arrangements beside the carpet were bright red roses, complemented by antique palace lanterns with red paint and golden rims, exuding grandeur and extending all the way to the hotel lobby.
As the two stepped out of the car, twenty barrels of celebratory fireworks were neatly arranged in the hotel plaza and immediately ignited. With a loud "qiu" sound, fireworks shot straight into the sky, bursting open with a bang, accompanied by the continuous sound of firecrackers.
Meng Jingwei subconsciously looked up at the fireworks, only to notice many colorful balloons in the sky. Each balloon had a large banner hanging beneath it, displaying various wedding blessings.
Numerous banners were also hung at the hotel entrance, featuring all sorts of teasing messages, clearly from Qing Muyue's friends.
"Let's go," Qing Muyue extended his hand in a gentlemanly gesture.
Meng Jingwei couldn't help but frown, "Are... are we going to wear suits and wedding dresses for a traditional Chinese wedding?"
She was somewhat taken aback, wondering if it would look out of place.
"Just follow me."
Qing Muyue took her hand and led her towards the hotel lobby. Friends standing by the side held confetti cannons and ignited them with loud pops, spraying colorful petals and streamers. Drones in the air also showered down countless red roses. Accompanied by the melody of "Wedding in a Dream," the atmosphere reached its climax.
Qing Muyue pulled Meng Jingwei into his embrace, raised his hand to shield her head, and gently covered her wedding dress as he walked forward quickly.
He led her through the hotel lobby, into the elevator, and up to the presidential suite on the top floor.
Everywhere they went, the ground was covered with red carpet. The elaborately designed antique walls were adorned with floral red silk and pasted with gold-rimmed '喜' (xi - joy/double happiness) characters.
Even the hotel staff were uniformly dressed in red retro qipaos.
Meanwhile, a stream of luxury cars began arriving at the Atlantis Hotel parking lot. Those with invitations entered the second-floor banquet hall.
Time ticked by, and at 11:45 AM, the wedding officially began.