"This is Mr. Lu, a good friend of our Guo Family,"
Guo Anbang introduced Lu Li to several members of the Song Family.
"Mr. Lu, good evening. I'm Song Yaoliang. It is truly an honor to have you attend Ziwen's wedding,"
Just hearing Guo Anbang's introduction, Song Yaoliang instantly elevated Lu Li's importance in his mind. He reached out warmly to shake Lu Li's hand.
"Mr. Song, good to meet you,"
Lu Li said, lightly shaking Song Yaoliang's hand.
"Mr. Lu, it's an honor…"
The groom, Song Ziwen, also stepped forward and extended his hand in greeting.
Lu Li studied this top-tier heir—not just second-generation, but likely fifth-generation wealthy elite.
He was tall, handsome, refined in appearance, and composed in manner.
Unlike the arrogant, spoiled rich kids described in novels, Song Ziwen carried a certain grace that seemed to echo the charm of a nobleman from the early Republic era.
"Hello."
Lu Li nodded in reply.
…
After a few brief pleasantries, Song Yaoliang and the couple invited Lu Li and the others onto the red carpet.
Lu Li walked in front.
The red carpet leading to the grand Russian-style building stretched about thirty meters—a true focal point of attention. On both sides, crowds of reporters from all over the country packed in tightly.
Yang Zhen'er, dressed in an elegant black evening gown, clung tightly to Lu Li's arm.
She stared ahead at the crimson carpet, which seemed illuminated by a massive spotlight.
She was just an ordinary pretty girl and had never experienced anything like this. At that moment, if Lu Li hadn't been by her side holding her up, she might've collapsed on the spot.
Lu Li, while also unfamiliar with such events, carried a completely different mindset. On one hand, he had the confidence granted by his ability—his control over time gave him the strength to face anyone without fear. On the other hand, after reading extensively in recent days, his vision and perspective had already surpassed the trivial matters of ordinary people.
This kind of spectacle didn't faze Lu Li. It didn't excite him, nor did it flatter his ego…
It was plain. Normal. Just another path to walk, no different from any other.
And so,
Lu Li stepped onto the red carpet with Yang Zhen'er at his side, his pace calm and composed.
Camera shutters clicked from both sides as photographers captured the moment.
"Have them delete every photo they've taken of me,"
Lu Li said softly, tilting his head toward Guo Anbang.
"I'll instruct someone to check their cameras and memory cards one by one, and delete any image involving you,"
replied Song Yaoliang, who had been keeping close attention on them.
"Good."
Lu Li nodded.
He glanced briefly at the data above Song Yaoliang's head, then looked away.
Name: Song Yaoliang
Age: 45
Remaining Lifespan: 33 years, 9 months, 18 days, 23 hours, 15 minutes, 37 seconds
…
After walking the red carpet, they entered the main hall.
The groom and bride had things to attend to and stepped away.
Song Yaoliang led Guo Anbang and the others to the frontmost seats. After a few more polite exchanges, he too excused himself.
That night, many heavyweight guests had come to the wedding. The Song Family needed someone of equal stature to receive them, and that task fell to Song Yaoliang.
At 8:00 PM, the wedding ceremony began.
It was hosted by two famous emcees, He Ruo and Xie Fei…
The opening performance was a ballet by the Royal Ballet Troupe from the Empire on Which the Sun Never Sets.
Then, the groom and bride took their places. The bride made her entrance…
The bride wore a white wedding gown jointly crafted by Dior's couture dress atelier and a Parisian embroidery workshop.
The design was overseen by Dior's creative director, Smith, using a wooden mannequin shaped to Miss Li's exact body measurements.
The gown used 35 meters of organza and was made with seven layers of tulle underskirts, forming a flower bud silhouette. It took Dior's haute couture artisans nearly a thousand hours to complete.
The crown atop the bride's head was a museum treasure from Chaumet, made of platinum inlaid with diamonds and irregular natural pearls…
Her wedding shoes were JIMMY CHOO's CINDERELLA heels, adorned with 7,000 sparkling Swarovski crystals and 46 giant crystal stones—an eye-catching display of lavish extravagance.
The bride of the Song Family wore an ensemble that money alone couldn't buy.
It required a family with enough heritage and legacy.
This wedding was something beyond the wildest dreams of ordinary girls.
Its sheer opulence exceeded anything they could even imagine.
Beside Lu Li, Yang Zhen'er's eyes were literally sparkling.
Next, the groom led the bride to the stage, lifted her veil, followed by the host's speech, the officiant's remarks, the couple's vows and exchange of rings…
The sequence of ceremonies progressed smoothly.
Near the end, the host announced that the Grand Elder of the Song Family would be making an appearance to offer his blessing.
The entire hall fell silent.
Dressed in a Zhongshan suit, Old Master Song sat in a wheelchair as he was slowly pushed into the venue.
He was brought to the front of the hall, with the groom and bride standing respectfully by his side.
The host bent down and held a microphone to the elder's mouth.
Song Shixiong looked at his great-grandson. His voice was hoarse but stern as he spoke:
"Do not pursue what brings long-term enmity.
Do not tread where all seek to compete."
"My grandson Ziwen—remember this well."
With that, the old man waved the microphone away.
Song Ziwen's grandfather, Zheng Yaoru, pushed Song Shixiong's wheelchair slowly out of the hall.
Lu Li watched the elder's departing figure, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.
He turned to those beside him and murmured a word, then rose and walked toward the direction where Old Master Song had exited.
Guo Anbang suddenly seemed to remember something.
A trace of fear flickered across his face, followed by a complicated mixture of envy and longing.
He stared at Lu Li's back with deep emotion…
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