"Old Mr. Wen, today’s wedding has already ended."
Wen Liangyu rose to his feet, and with his cane, he struck the ground fiercely, his presence intimidating.
Zhuo Ting’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he asked in an unhurried tone,
"I trust Secretary Qu will give us a logical explanation. Mr. President had just expressed his heartfelt feelings so deeply, and now, the bride isn’t even present, and the wedding is over... it’s a bit too much of a farce, isn’t it?"
"Vice President Zhuo does understand Mr. President quite well."
Though Qu Yu hadn’t expected Zhuo Ting to interject at this moment, his response was quite face-saving for Wen Nian.
"The wedding is merely a formality; he wished to use this opportunity to announce his marriage publicly. To reassure his family and the citizens of G country, his goal has been achieved, and the formality can be considered complete. Instead of spending more time on the wedding, it is better to focus on the G country expatriates who remain in M country."
Zhuo Ting’s eyes narrowed further.
"Just now, Mr. President received the latest news that the capital of M country, Caesar City, which suffered a terrorist attack last night, includes our country’s expatriates. I can handle things here, but evacuating our nationals is a race against time, and it requires Mr. President himself."
After Qu Yu finished speaking these two sentences, everyone calmed down.
"On behalf of Mr. President, I am very grateful that you all attended this... very special wedding. As for our President’s wife, Mr. President does not intend for her to appear publically for the time being. I believe he will wait for the most appropriate moment to make an appearance with the President’s wife by his side."
"Truly very special..." Wen Chou muttered to himself.
Qu Yu, hearing this, did not ignore him but replied,
"Mr. President has always been a man of his own ideas and has acted independently. During his tenure, hasn’t he continually brought surprises to the people? I believe it is precisely because of this that he is so beloved by the citizens."
"So, the wedding is over, and our task is done, is that correct?"
The speaker was Bai Cangqiong, who asked coldly.
"If Mr. Bai has urgent matters, he may leave first."
"In that case, Secretary Qu, and everyone present, I, Bai, will excuse myself."
After Bai Cangqiong spoke, he stood up and walked out, his wife and son following closely behind.
The Bai Family’s butler and chauffeur had already been awaiting outside the conservatory,
"What a wedding, utterly preposterous. If the President himself treats things so childishly, how can this country hope to prosper?"
Bai Cangqiong hummed coldly, clearly derisive of Wen Nian’s actions today.
"But I think President Wen Nian is indeed very charismatic."
Bai Cangqiong’s son, Bai Qingtian, smiled and commented.
Bai Cangqiong gave his son a twisted look.
"No use glaring at me, dad. The times now are no longer yours, Grandpa Wen’s, Uncle Wen’s era. What you see as ridiculous and indecorous, the younger citizens view as bold, interesting, and authentic."
"So you’re saying that if this kind of wedding gets out, it will still win admiration from the people?"
Bai Qingtian spoke with certainty, but Bai Cangqiong couldn’t understand.
"Because he is President Wen Nian. The past four years have been enough to prove his capabilities as a president. With the nation at peace and the people secure, what more could the citizens want? Such a president—who would not wish for him to pursue his happiness rather than drift along with the tide?"