Song Ziwen's wedding was held at the Zhonghai Exhibition Center, located in the heart of West City, Zhonghai.
The Zhonghai Exhibition Center, also known as Zhonghai Exhibition Hall, was described in certain encyclopedias as:
"Zhonghai Exhibition Center is the highest-standard convention venue in the Republic, frequently used to host important international conferences…"
At 6:30 PM.
Lu Li stood outside the crowd, holding Yang Zhen'er's hand, looking toward the distant classical Russian-style building, filled with emotion and contemplation.
With enough wealth and power, even a site commonly used for international conferences could be effortlessly booked for a wedding.
…
Reporters from all over the country, along with fans of entertainment industry celebrities, had packed the plaza outside the exhibition center completely full.
Car after car rolled in slowly from a distance. Invited guests stepped out from their vehicles and walked onto the red carpet.
The attendees from the entertainment industry at this wedding far outnumbered those of the five major Chinese-language film awards in the Republic.
Given the Song Family's status in the domestic entertainment world, the only comparable forces were the Wang Family of Huayi Entertainment and the Xiang Family from Harbor.
Even across the road, where Lu Li and Yang Zhen'er stood, the crowd was thick with people trying to catch a glimpse of the action.
Yang Zhen'er stood on tiptoe in her crystal high heels, dressed in a graceful black evening gown. She wore a coat over her shoulders as she tried to peer into the distance.
"Lu Li… do we even have an invitation?"
Yang Zhen'er glanced nervously at the dense crowd and lowered her voice to ask Lu Li.
Just as she finished speaking—
A convoy of Rolls-Royce vehicles pulled up right in front of them.
Yang Zhen'er blinked at the cars in confusion. Like the other nearby onlookers, her first instinct was to lower her head slightly and step aside.
She tugged on Lu Li's hand, but noticed that he didn't budge, showing no intention of moving.
"Mr. Lu, sorry to keep you waiting. Please accept Anbang's sincerest apology."
From the convoy stepped a middle-aged man and a young woman around Yang Zhen'er's age. The man, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, approached Lu Li respectfully.
His name was Guo Anbang, a fourth-generation member of the Guo Family, attending the Song Family wedding on their behalf.
"Wenwei, come greet Mr. Lu."
Guo Anbang turned toward the young woman at his side, his tone carrying a hint of reprimand.
He had been present that night, but this girl—his daughter—had not, and therefore had never met Lu Li.
"Mr. Lu."
Guo Wenwei called out, a bit unwilling but still obedient.
Seeing Guo Anbang's posture and deference, it was clear to Yang Zhen'er that Lu Li was someone very important. She stood stiffly at his side, nervous and uneasy.
"This is Yang Zhen'er, my companion."
Seeing her reaction, Lu Li gently wrapped his arm around Yang Zhen'er's waist and introduced her.
No matter where Yang Zhen'er stood in Lu Li's heart, she was still his woman…
And for that alone, Lu Li would never allow anyone to look down on her.
"Miss Yang, good evening."
Guo Anbang extended his hand to shake Yang Zhen'er's. He only touched her hand lightly before quickly releasing it.
"Miss Yang."
Guo Anbang then looked at his daughter Guo Wenwei, who politely echoed the greeting.
"Let's get in the car…"
Guo Anbang bowed slightly, gesturing for them to enter.
…
Lu Li climbed into the vehicle.
Yang Zhen'er sat beside him.
She was so nervous that she felt her heart pounding in her throat, barely daring to sit all the way down.
She felt just like Cinderella entering the royal palace…
As someone materialistic, Yang Zhen'er of course recognized the type of car they were in.
A Rolls-Royce Phantom—starting at over ten million!
A true top-tier luxury car—and then there was that middle-aged man's identity…
Yang Zhen'er glanced at Lu Li. Her heart felt as if it were floating in a dream.
"Who exactly is Lu Li…?"
Her imagination ran wild.
The more she thought, the weaker her legs felt. Her slightly bent knees pressed together, and her body leaned into Lu Li.
The Guo Family's convoy entered the driveway, preparing to approach the red carpet.
The cars ahead and behind were spaced out carefully, creating a wide gap reserved for the Guo Family—a treatment none of the other guests had received.
Beside the red carpet.
Song Ziwen, hand in hand with his bride, stood with another middle-aged man from the Song Family—Song Yaoliang. They had already received word and were waiting by the entrance, eyes fixed on the approaching convoy.
A subtle tension filled the air.
The gathered reporters quickly realized that yet another top-tier aristocratic family had arrived.
But when it came to such powerful families, journalists always felt conflicted.
On one hand, it was exciting to witness such high-ranking figures. On the other hand, it was frustrating—photos of these VIPs often couldn't be published.
They'd be pulled during review.
Besides, in Zhonghai, no one wanted to offend such well-connected and far-reaching forces.
As those thoughts lingered, the convoy came to a slow stop in front of the red carpet.
Song Yaoliang, along with Song Ziwen and his bride, quickly stepped forward.
Song Yaoliang personally opened the car door for the Guo Family…
Guo Anbang stepped out, and Song Yaoliang smiled, about to greet him.
But then—
He saw Guo Anbang turn back toward the car, his face showing a hint of deference as he made a respectful gesture.
He said,
"Mr. Lu, we've arrived."
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