Tomorrow is the day he will marry the person he loves, and Song Ze is so excited that he can't sleep most of the night.

After counting the sheep, he still couldn't fall asleep, so he simply stopped forcing himself to sleep and went to the next room to wake Yuan Xin and Ning Zhiyuan up.

Yuan Xin opened the door with messy hair and said angrily, "Big brother, it's the middle of the night and you're not sleeping, but we still need to sleep."

Song Ze showed no remorse for disturbing people's sleep and said confidently, "I can't sleep, so you guys get up and chat with me."

"I'm really fed up with you," Yuan Xin muttered a curse under his breath.

Song Ze ignored him and happily followed Yuan Xin into the room.

Yuan Xin glanced at Ning Zhiyuan, who was fast asleep under the covers, and felt extremely resentful. He reached out and pulled the covers off Ning Zhiyuan: "Wake up and get up to chat with Aze."

"Huh? What's wrong?" Ning Zhiyuan squinted, looking at the two people by the bed with a bewildered expression.

Yuan Xin shrugged and pointed at Song Ze, saying, "Ask him."

Song Ze looked innocent: "I'm so excited about marrying Qingqing tomorrow that I can't sleep. Can you guys keep me company and have a chat?"

Ning Zhiyuan rolled his eyes in exasperation: "Having a brother like you is my blessing."

"What do you want to talk about? Hurry up and talk so we can go to sleep," Yuan Xin urged impatiently.

Song Ze shook his head: "I don't know what to talk about. I just can't sleep. My heart is racing when I think about getting married tomorrow. I want to find someone to share my joy with."

Ning Zhiyuan said with his eyes closed, "Why don't you go for a run? Maybe that will help."

"You'll run with me?" Song Ze asked rhetorically.

Ning Zhiyuan gave him a cold look: "Dream on, you want us to go running laps with you in the middle of the night."

Song Ze: "Didn't you suggest it yourself?"

Yuan Xin yawned and said, "If all else fails, we'll have a couple of drinks with you, and then you can get a good night's sleep."

Song Ze disagreed: "No, what if it delays tomorrow's important business? We have to get up early tomorrow."

Yuan Xin lay on the bed wailing, "You know we have to get up early tomorrow? We have to go with you to pick up the bride early in the morning. Have pity on your brother and let us sleep for a while."

In the end, Song Ze took Yuan Xin's advice and took out a bottle of wine and drank a few glasses.

He wasn't a particularly good drinker; after a few drinks, he became a bit tipsy.

Yuan Xin was too lazy to carry him back to his room, so the three of them ended up spending the night together.

The next day, when Shen Shuhui knocked on Song Ze's door, she didn't hear a response for a long time.

"Xiaoze, are you up? I came right in."

Shen Shuhui opened the door and went in, only to find the room empty: "Strange, where did everyone go?"

She searched downstairs again but couldn't find anyone. With no one around, Shen Shuhui became a little anxious.

He hurriedly told Grandpa Shen what had happened: "Dad, Xiaoze is missing!"

Upon hearing this, Old Master Shen, who was wearing a new dress specially made for the wedding, raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "This little brat dares to cause trouble on such an important day."

"Quickly search around and see if they've gone out."

The group searched everywhere, and finally Huang Chenyi noticed that his cousin's two friends had not gotten up yet. When he went to the room to call them, he found Song Ze and the other two fast asleep.

The room reeked of alcohol, and empty bottles sat on the table.

Huang Chenyi shouted into Song Ze's ear, "Cousin, get up! Don't you want to marry Qingqing anymore?"

Song Ze and the other two were suddenly awakened by his shout:

"What happened? You scared me."

The three of them went to bed late last night and had been drinking, so they were all sound asleep when everyone was searching the house and didn't hear anything at all.

Huang Chenyi calmly reminded him, "Cousin, if you don't get up soon, you'll miss the best time to pick up Qingqing."

"Oh no, I'm getting married today!" Song Ze jumped out of bed in a panic.

He finished washing up as quickly as possible, and then changed into the black suit and leather shoes that Xia Qingqing had prepared for him.

The wedding dress was custom-made by Zhou Wei at Xia Qingqing's request.

Although wedding dresses existed in this era, they didn't quite suit Xia Qingqing's aesthetic.

Grandpa Shen stared wide-eyed at his eldest grandson, who was dressed in new clothes: "Do you know what day it is today? You even dared to drink last night. It's outrageous!"

"Grandpa, I know I was wrong," Song Ze said obediently, bowing his head as he accepted the scolding.

Grandpa Shen sighed, "Alright, let's hurry up and set off, lest we miss the auspicious time."

Six cars decorated with red flowers were parked outside the gate. After the wedding party got into the cars one by one, the convoy drove towards the bride's house.

On the other side, Xia Qingqing was half-asleep when she was woken up by a knock on the door.

Liang Shuang's voice came from outside the door: "Qingqing, get up quickly, you still need to get up and put on makeup, Song Ze and the others will be here soon."

Xia Qingqing struggled to get out of bed, opened the door, and then lay back down.

"I'm so sleepy," she said, having fallen asleep very late last night, and now was the time when she was most drowsy.

Liang Shuang coaxed, "Hang in there, you can sleep in bed all day tomorrow."

After washing up, Xia Qingqing started applying skincare products.

After applying her skincare products, she applied lipstick while lamenting, "You all have someone help you with your makeup when you get married, but I, the bride, have to do it all myself. How miserable!"

Hearing her slightly complaining grumble, Xiang Qiu said with amusement, "There's nothing we can do. You're so good at makeup. We'd like to help you with your makeup, but we're afraid you won't want to."

“Yes, why don’t I give it a try? I felt like I learned how to do Qiu Jie’s makeup last time,” Chen Xiu said confidently.

Xia Qingqing glanced at her and quickly shook her head in refusal: "Let's forget it, I can do it myself. You all don't need to crowd around me. I need to change my clothes first. You all go outside and rest first."

This was obviously an excuse; there were too many people, and she couldn't conveniently take out some of her cosmetics to use, so she had to kick people out first.

When they heard that she needed to change her clothes, no one insisted on staying in the room and quietly left.

After changing into the prepared wedding dress, Xia Qingqing quickly took out eyelash curlers, eyelash brushes, eyeshadow, highlighter and other cosmetics that were not common in this era from the system warehouse.

Then I quickly applied a full, exquisite makeup to myself.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Xia Qingqing nodded in satisfaction. Luckily, she used to enjoy watching makeup bloggers' videos, otherwise she would be completely clueless now.

Let's not even talk about the makeup techniques of this era.

Liang Shuang's anxious voice rang out from outside the door: "Qingqing, are you done yet? The wedding procession has arrived."