Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Lu Zhaoyang had something new to do now. She might not know Mu Xian well, but he was Huo Yunting’s buddy. She got to prepare some wedding gift.
Lu Zhaoyang was finally allowed to return to work on Wednesday.
Her first thing to do once back to the office was to report to Xiang Jinxi. She had taken leave for three consecutive days; there went her bonus this month.
Xiang Jinxi was serious at work today, which was a rare sight.
She walked over, and her tone of voice sounded as if she was begging for mercy. “Mr. President, I—”
“That’s okay. The Wanluo project has been finalized. Since you are back to work, you will take charge of the signing of the agreement tomorrow. Also, please remember to follow up on Golden Territory project. I have faith in you.”
Xiang Jinxi did not make a fuss at all.
“Okay.” Lu Zhaoyang was a little surprised that he was so easy-going.
Time passed, and it had come to Saturday.
In the hot summer day, the entire city was as if on a barbeque grill fire. People had to squint under the scorching sun.
Lu Zhaoyang, dressed in a cherry-flowered tulle gown with nicely done makeup on her face, appeared dull as she looked at Huo Yunting, the imposing man beside him.
He had a dainty boutonniere on his chest. The peduncle pointed downwards, aligned with the position of his shoes. The ribbon had two words: Best Man, woven in golden threads.
“I have a mission today. Enjoy yourself.”
“Should I pass the gift to Mu Xian or Zhiyu?”
Huo Yunting looked down at the gift and asked, “What is that?”
“I am not going to tell you!” Lu Zhaoyang looked away with her chin high up in the air; she was a little pissed off.
Mu Xian knew her relationship with Huo Yunting and that there would be interactions between groomsman and bridesmaid sometimes.
Yet, she was not given the role of a bridesmaid.
Huo Yunting looked at her sullen face and said nothing.
He was just asking; why was she so pissed off?
Men really had no idea what’s in a woman’s mind.
The wedding went on with uninterrupted firework display and balloons of different colors flying off into the air.
Expensive cars were parked outside the manor. It seemed that they were late.
Huo Yunting nosed the car into the manor on the pathway paved with rose petals and beautiful decorations on both sides.
But there was nothing more eye-catching than the oversized poster of the wedding photo.
The man was Mu Xian. But the bride was not Ye Zhiyu but the A-listed female celebrity, Fu Yuhuan.
The car had stopped but Lu Zhaoyang had not recovered from her shock.
She clearly recalled that the sweet couples were the envy of the bachelors, and Mu Xian had been spoiling Ye Zhiyu like no other. Now, what happened?
Huo Yunting got off the car and went straight into the house. It was his buddy’s wedding today; he had shed his cold-looking face and recovered his warm smile.
“What happened to Mu Xian and Ye Zhiyu?”
Lu Zhaoyang quickly caught up with him and asked.
Now the moment of a predicament; she had asked the master to make two porcelain dolls wearing ancient wedding dresses in the image of Mu Xian and Ye Zhiyu.
How could she use it as a wedding gift since Ye Zhiyu was not the bride?
“Is there a problem with the gift?” Huo Yunting glanced at her as if he could read her mind. “Let’s find a trash can and toss it.”
It was as if he would feel uncomfortable if he did not screw her for one day.
“Were they not deep in love? Why is Mu Xian not marrying Zhiyu?” Lu Zhaoyang was hesitating.
“Not everyone gets to marry his true love. Just like how I married you—it was not because of love.”