Chapter 7: A Fleeting Feeling

  Others did not comment, the old man was very concerned about this adopted son. They all saw it with their own eyes. Now that his adopted son's marriage is a big deal, how can he be careless? Of course, there are government officials, celebrities, and businesspeople, and perhaps some media outlets. I estimate that according to his wishes, the wedding will be as grand as possible. But didn't he notice that some people were very unwilling? Or was this his intention?

  Everyone in their hearts secretly thought about it and was also afraid that this wedding would fall through, fortunately, not long after, the wedding began to take place.

  Inside the church hall, it was already packed with people. On the left side where the bride's family sat, the first row was empty. On the right side, an elderly man with a kind face sat, with a group of people behind him. From their attire and demeanor, it could be seen that they were from high society.

  The music sounds, and the host announces the start of the wedding ceremony.

  The groom had already stood in front of the altar, his face indifferent. At the other end of the red carpet, the bride walked slowly towards him.

  A white dress, like the simple lily bouquet in this church, pure to the point of making one think only of heaven. Under the light veil, a small, beautiful face is faintly visible, with good features, like hidden pearls, revealing its captivating colors. The bust is beautiful, the skin crystal clear, as white as snow.

  "Hey, boss, you're in luck, your wife is really beautiful..." Chi Yuze couldn't help but smile and nudged Si Ren who was standing next to him, almost whistling. They were all standing at the entrance of the hall, so far away that they could only make out a rough outline.

  Xie Ren also smiled and took out his phone, opening the camera function.

  Meng Shaonan glanced at him and kindly reminded: "Si Hui is watching..."

  "I'll take a picture of Lao Da..." Si Ren's face didn't turn red, nor did his heart skip a beat. He lazily responded and moved the phone to where Cang Mu was standing.

  By the bride's side, a woman-like figure gently supported her as they walked towards the altar. There were no flower girls scattering flowers or lifting the hem of the dress. Everything was so monotonous and desolate, except for the crowded people below and the flashing lights outside the hall door.

  He lowered his eyes, not even looking at the little woman walking towards him. He didn't know what means they had used to persuade her to marry a man she had never seen before, and yet she was neither humble nor arrogant, nor did she cry or make a fuss, but rather listened to their orders. Or maybe he was wrong? Was she actually delighted because the groom was him? After all, with his status, how many girls dreamed of it?

  The other party finally walked to his front and stood still, hearing the priest's words, he raised his eyes, under the thin veil, a small face that was absolutely beautiful, I don't know if it was because of the veil, but suddenly had a dreamy feeling, for an instant, he was distracted, but quickly regained his composure, hearing the priest say "Please lift the bride's veil", he did not raise any objections, stretched out his hand and gently lifted it.

  It actually crashed and still hasn't come back on. This is really disappointing.

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