"Why should a dignified young master like Shen hang himself on one tree? Lu Zhiwei has already found a new home and moved on. Why do you keep torturing yourself every day? Your long-standing affection is worthless to her. You might as well choose me and enjoy yourself. It's better than letting her pity you."

Song Anran's words were like daggers, piercing Shen Jinmo's heart.

After a few seconds of silence.

Song Anran thought she had finally persuaded him, and her red lips approached.

Unexpectedly, Shen Jingmo suddenly covered her mouth with his hand and ordered Lin Jing: "Miss Song is lonely. Send her to Qi Mingli's club to relieve her boredom. There are plenty of men there."

"..." Song Anran was almost driven mad by this man on the spot.

In the blink of an eye.

Autumn truly arrived in Yunzhou, and the grand wedding of the Lu and Zhou families took place.

On the wedding day.

A large number of luxury cars drove into the Zhou family's private estate.

The vast golf course lawn was temporarily converted into a private jet landing pad for out-of-town guests to stop over.

The vast estate was adorned with a sea of ​​red roses of various colors, stretching from the courtyards to the wedding venue.

An elegant floral archway stands on the wedding stage, with hundreds of VIP chairs arranged below for guests to pay their respects.

Media from most of Yunzhou City were invited to the scene.

Originally, it was supposed to be a traditional Chinese wedding, but as Lu Zhiwei's belly grew rapidly at seven months, ordinary Chinese dresses could no longer conceal her pregnancy, and all the previously ordered dresses could no longer be worn.

Ruan Jizhou immediately changed the wedding planner's strategy to a Western style.

The wedding dress was designed by Lu Zhiwei herself, and Ruan Jizhou also paid Lu Zhiwei ten million yuan for the wedding dress design fee, mainly to keep the profits within the family.