She was brought by Ye Bonan. Cheng Xi did not know the specific name in which she attended the wedding. She only knew that she was at table No. 4 and was not qualified to sit at the main table No. 2 or 3.
Outside the door of the banquet hall, there was a wedding introduction sign.
A luxurious palace wedding banquet with 188 tables was held for three consecutive days, with 99,999 roses airlifted from Ecuador, a century-old crystal tiara worth hundreds of millions at a British auction house, the wedding dress was a top-quality imperial gown, and the bride's send-off service included bright red, orange, and red. Three purple and red sets, hand-sewn by dozens of embroiderers, chartered flights for VIPs from other provinces, and luxury cars for VIPs from this city.
Cheng Xi glanced at the family signature in the lower right corner: Xiao Li family.
There are "Er Li" in the shopping mall, known as "Big Li, Xiao Li."
Mrs. Zhou’s natal family is Da Li, and this is Xiao Li.
It’s not that “Xiao Li” is not as wealthy as “Big Li”, it’s that “Big Li” started doing business in the late 1970s and became extremely rich in the 1980s, while “Xiao Li” only started doing business in the 1990s, catching up with the market trends and making money. With a pot of gold, you can buy a building or speculate in stocks. A pot of gold can turn into a "thousand pots of gold".
This industry pays attention to wealth and seniority. Even if the wealth of "Xiao Li" exceeds that of "Big Li", he will always be the junior.
"Xi'er!" Geng Shiqing leaned on crutches, waving in the lobby, and jumped up and down to meet her, "Are you No. 3? I am No. 4, and I will take good care of you."
The Geng family did not attend the wedding. Rich people held wedding banquets, and political figures would never show up. Arranging for their children to attend was a great gift. Mrs. Zhou was present because in most cases she represented the Li family, and Zhou Jingchen represented Zhou Huaikang.
"I don't need you to take care of me." Cheng Xi was too lazy to watch him act pretentiously. It was not like she had never seen him behave in private.
"You dare to be aggressive with me?" Geng Shiqing pulled her roughly, and she almost stumbled, "Don't get so fucking angry in the future!"
Cheng Xi held his neck and kicked him, but he quickly dodged it.
Geng Shiqing's lameness was not that severe. He walked on crutches for balance. A naughty young man attacked him from behind. He fell down and suffered a concussion. No matter where he went, he never left his hand without crutches.
"Do you believe I hit you?" Geng Shiqing raised his hand to slap her.
"Mr. Geng."
Ye Bonan's flat voice came from behind Cheng Xi.
Geng Shiqing was also afraid of exposing his true face, so he immediately restrained himself, "Master Ye."
Ye Bonan glanced at his lameness, his brows barely stretched, "Is your father, your father, still in good health?"
"Thank you, Mr. Ye, for thinking about me. Everything is fine." Geng Shiqing put his arm around Cheng Xi's shoulders. She tilted her slightly, and his hand flew away and slid down.
Geng Shiqing looked embarrassed and did not break out because he was worried about Ye Bonan's presence.
"I'm also at table 2. Mr. Geng, don't you mind dropping in with me?"
Ye Bonan's attitude was kind, and Geng Shiqing couldn't refuse. He gritted his teeth and glared, and warned Cheng Xi in a low voice, "I'll find an opportunity to deal with you!"
In the banquet hall, Mrs. Zhou was socializing with a group of wealthy ladies.
Zhou Jingchen followed her.
He rarely wears a burgundy suit, which is so bright and sharp. He wears a jacquard tie with a dark pattern, and his short hair is combed sleek, stiff and stylish.
Standing in the bright banquet hall, she is extremely graceful and graceful.
Cheng Xi walked over and said, "Aunt Zhou."
Mrs. Zhou turned around and found that she was alone, "Where is Shiqing?"
"He and Mr. Ye were chatting."
"You go and accompany him." Mrs. Zhou tried her best to bring him together, "We are about to get engaged. Why are you so unfamiliar?"
She was about to leave when a clumsy-eyed noble lady across from her smiled and said hello, "Miss Jingjing, her thick eyebrows and big eyes are really beautiful. When she came here, she was pretty and smooth. She is a perfect match for Mr. Zhou. How beautiful will the child she gives birth to in the future be?" How beautiful!”
Holding a glass of red wine, Zhou Jingchen seemed to have heard, but also seemed not to hear. He did not say anything or refute.
"What's in your eyes?" Mrs. Zhou's expression was not good, and her tone of complaint was, "She is not the elite of the Hua family. This is my Xi'er!"
The noble lady laughed awkwardly, "It's Miss Xi'er... No wonder they look alike! The lady from the Hua family is taller and looks more mature..."
Mrs. Zhou responded indifferently, "You have settled in the United States for more than ten years, so it's normal that you don't recognize Xi'er. She was only eight years old when you immigrated, and she is twenty now."
Cheng Xi supported Mrs. Zhou and bent her arms outwards. Zhou Jingchen came close and touched her in a subtle way. She retracted an inch. The man noticed this and tilted his head to look at her.
With their eyes facing each other, there is an invisible thread flowing silently and entangled.
She felt guilty and shrank back an inch.
Zhou Jingchen also moved half a meter away.
It looks cold and has no intersection.
Many second and third generations of big families were invited to the wedding. Men and women passed by laughing and joking. Cheng Xi was a newbie and had not been around much, so they would basically stop and look at her.
Zhou Jingchen finished the wine on hand and poured another glass. The male guests around him were talking freely. He responded briefly, but most of them remained silent.
His eyes were focused on Ye Bonan, occasionally lingering on Cheng Xi.
She was afraid of the cold, so she secretly wrapped herself in warm white stockings under her long skirt. They were thin and transparent, looming through the slits in the skirt.
In the eyes of these dandy brothers, there is just the right little charm.
He felt the same way.
Putting aside the scandal in the Cheng family, Cheng Xi is quite popular.
He has a clean love history, is good at one art, has worked early to make money, and does not rely on the power of the Zhou family to swagger through the market.
A well-behaved and well-behaved daughter-in-law is the favorite daughter-in-law of the rich and powerful.
Marrying her home and raising her in a luxurious compound does not require her to show off her appearance or ability. She only needs to bear the humiliation and cooperate with the acting when rumors arise, and to trust and support her husband unconditionally.
Be a virtuous and considerate mascot.
Zhou Jingchen put down his wine glass, feeling inexplicably irritable.
Go straight to the break room.
Cheng Xi was choosing juice in the beverage area when he gave her a gentle push on the waist with his arm.
"Come to room 1."
She froze.
Zhou Jingchen's pace did not stop, but his speed slowed down, "I have something to ask you."
