On the wedding day, the venue was packed with distinguished guests.

It wasn't easy for Wu Di to pick up He Yi; Yang Meina blocked the doorway and wouldn't let him through no matter what he said.

“Let’s play a word game. If I lose, you can go in,” Yang Meina said confidently.

"good."

"Hmm... ...skilled craftsmen."

"Exquisite craftsmanship".

"A master thief."

"It is completely empty."

Yang Meina herself was not highly educated, and after using two or three idioms, she couldn't continue. After thinking for a long time, she blurted out, "It's just so-so."

“... ..."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone laughed it off.

Wu Di's face showed some bitterness.

Playing word chain games is one thing, but why are you humiliating people?

Who's just like that?

I'm not like that!

Yang Meina then stepped back, but Zhong Rou blocked her way, refusing to budge unless she died. She then said, "I'll test you with a math question: 'Ten years have passed, life and death are separated by a vast distance...'"

Wu Di's eyes lit up: "I don't think about it, but I can't forget it."

“Wrong!” Zhong Rou raised her index finger and shook it gently. “I was testing math skills. The next line is ‘Five years have passed, life and death are uncertain. Brother Wu Di, you’re not getting in today.’”

“... ..."

Wu Di was speechless, but fortunately he was prepared. He took a red envelope from the best man and handed it to Zhong Rou. Zhong Rou took it, felt the thickness of the envelope, and her eyes immediately narrowed into slits, like a little squirrel that had received a treasure. She said:

"Um... ...I took a Chinese language test."

As long as the money is right, even glass will shatter.

Wu Di had a firm grasp on Zhong Rou's psychology.

She's a complete money-grubber.

Having passed Zhong Rou's test, Wu Di became more serious. Compared to the previous two, this one was even more formidable, and he didn't know how to handle Zhong Tingyue.

Wu Di smiled and said, "Sister Zhong, please go easy on her."

Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips: "At what moment did you feel that time flew by?"

Wu Di pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "The day I started dating He Yi, she was wearing an embroidered dress, her beautiful hair cascading down her back. There was a breeze, and her hair swayed in the wind..."

He recalled their first date, back in college, and how seven or eight years had passed in the blink of an eye since their wedding, where he finally married the woman he loved...

Zhong Tingyue crossed her arms and made way for her.

The wedding party then entered the room, where He Yi was sitting on the bed, wearing an exquisite wedding dress. It was large and gorgeous, with layers of white tulle, delicate lace and pearls adorning the dress, adding a touch of classical charm.

All eyes fell on the two newlyweds. Zhong Tingyue quietly stepped back and walked to Chu Fang's side. The latter said softly, "Ms. Zhong, you didn't make things difficult for Wu Di."

“Wu Di’s answer is very good.” Zhong Tingyue tilted her head, her eyes sparkling like stars, and said, “Mr. Chu, at that moment, did you feel that time flew by?”

Upon hearing this, Chu Fang stroked his chin and replied unhurriedly, "Sir, please add another hour."

Zhong Tingyue's lips twitched noticeably, and her fists were clenched tightly.

What an astonishing answer!

Even if you don't have one, can't you just make one up on the spot?

They insist on using those trivial terms related to massage and bathing.

Chu Fang shrugged: "I've always been an honest person."

“... ..."

Zhong Tingyue snorted and ignored him.

Wu Di carried He Yi on his back, then went outside, put her in the car, and left amidst the sound of firecrackers.

As the car started, He Yi instantly abandoned her bridal etiquette, munching on bread and sobbing as she said, "I haven't eaten a single bite since I woke up this morning, I'm starving."

"Eat slowly." Wu Di served him mineral water from the side.

"Waaaah... Wu Di, you're so good to me." He Yi's love-struck mind instantly took over. "I'll definitely treat you well from now on."

"Okay, thank you, Ms. He."

Am I still Miss He?

"Thank you, honey."

"whee... ..."

Chu Fang shook his head and raised an eyebrow at Zhong Tingyue: "Ms. Zhong, did you see that? If only you had half of He Yi's gentleness."

"Am I not gentle?"

"Hmm... ...Tell me the truth?"

"Not gentle."

Zhong Tingyue gave her a 'you just wait' look.

On the way back, they stopped and started, arriving at Wu Di's home at exactly noon. The banquet then began, with the bride and groom toasting each table.

... ...

As night fell, the joyous sounds of the wedding spread in all directions, echoing throughout the entire village. High-powered incandescent lights hung in the middle of the courtyard, illuminating the surroundings.

At this moment, people were making a ruckus in the bridal chamber, especially Yang Meina and Zhong Rou, who came up with many tricks to torment He Yi and Wu Di, while Chu Fang squatted at the door, looking at the night view of Northeast China.

Wu Di's father was seen pulling a transparent plastic sheet over Chu Fang's car. He asked, "Uncle, who are you?"

"Just in case it rains, don't let your car get wet," Wu Di's father replied.

Chu Fang said, "It's alright to get caught in the rain."

"No, that won't do. Your car is too expensive; it can't get wet in the rain."

“... ..."

Chu Fang had nothing to say.

Okay, whatever you want.

His main principle is to listen to advice.

Today is Wu Di's wedding day. The elderly father was busy with preparations, but a faint smile was on his face, and he was still full of energy.

After covering the car, Wu Di's father still felt uneasy, fearing that the wind would blow the plastic sheeting away. So he moved a few bricks to weigh down the four corners of the plastic sheeting, and immediately felt relieved.

Chu Fang sensed a familiar gaze, looked up, and asked with a smile, "Why aren't you making a ruckus in the bridal chamber?"

"It's meaningless," Zhong Tingyue said softly.

"Shall we go out for a walk?"

"become."

Chu Fang stood up, supporting himself on his knees, and the two of them immediately went outside.

Summer has arrived in Shanghai, but the nights in Northeast China are still a bit chilly, with occasional gusts of wind that feel quite cool.

Chu Fang walked quietly, hands in his pockets, Zhong Tingyue linked her arm with his. They admired the unique night view, the boundless night sky, the twinkling stars...

Zhong Tingyue gazed at the night sky and broke the silence first: "Hmm... ..., it's so nice."

"What?"

He Yi got married.

"What? You want to get married too?" Chu Fang asked with a half-smile.

Zhong Tingyue's lips curled up: "I don't want to!"

"Likewise."

Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes, gave a soft snort, and then asked, "Tell me, what will our wedding be like?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Fang thought for a moment and replied, "A grand and extravagant affair! The wedding invitations will be inlaid with gold powder, worth at least tens of thousands of yuan, and thousands will be sent out. The wedding cars will all be Rolls-Royces, helicopters will follow and film the procession, a Grammy-winning singer will be invited to perform, and a five-star hotel will be booked..."

Zhong Tingyue glanced at her sideways: "Are you just making empty promises to me?"

"Does this young master lack strength?"

"A simple and peaceful life is good."

"no!"

"Cash is fine."

“... ..."

Your Zhong family is indeed quite greedy for money.