After changing into her wedding dress, it was almost 6:30. Qin Xiaoyu was helped to sit up on the bed.

"Auntie, whether or not to hide these shoes is up to you," Xiao Jin teased her. In the North, it's customary to hide the bride's wedding shoes so the groom can find them, kneel down, and put them on for her before she can get out of bed.

"Do whatever you want, I don't care," Qin Xiaoyu said reservedly.

"Do you think it's okay for my uncle to kneel?"

"Kneel? He'd do a full-body bow if you asked him to." Zhou Yue curled her lip.

"Sis, are you jealous?" Qin Xiaoyu asked her with a grin.

"What are you grinning about? Even brides have to shed a few tears to look like they're reluctant to leave home. Your mouth is stretched all the way to your ears, how desperate are you to get married?" Zhou Yue was busy arguing with her when she suddenly heard a noise in the corridor and hurried footsteps. Many people had arrived.

Xiao Jin jumped up to close the door, but it was too late. Before she could react, the best man rushed inside, pushing the women aside.

A Lei had already positioned himself at Qin Xiaoyu's bedside and pressed the bouquet into her arms. With a single glance from Qin Xiaoyu, A Lei lifted the sheet, found her shoes, knelt on one knee, and helped her put them on.

Just as Qin Xiaoyu was about to get out of bed, A Lei swept her up in his arms and carried her downstairs.

Commander Zhou and his wife were already seated on the sofa on the first floor. A Lei knelt down and bowed deeply to them before taking Qin Xiaoyu out.

The wedding procession was in a traditional Chinese style, but when the wedding cars drove into the Heyuan Hotel, it was already in a Western style, and relatives and friends from both sides were already seated.

Qin Xiaoyu glanced around and saw that her side was fully attended; relatives and friends had all come. Even her maternal grandmother was dressed neatly, standing sternly beside her third uncle. She wasn't afraid of having so many relatives on this occasion.

She is happiest when she shares her happiness with more people.

Aside from a few leaders he had met, he didn't recognize any of Lei Bingzheng's people and didn't know who they were.

Lei Bingzheng didn't explain anything to them; some things didn't need to be said explicitly here. They were all seasoned professionals, and they understood immediately.

Qin Xiaoyu now had a protector. She searched through Lei Bingzheng's guests, looking for Director Sun from the Second Light Industry Bureau, but couldn't find him. Had he not arrived yet?

"Who are you looking for?" A Lei figured it out.

"Director Sun."

“He’s not qualified,” Are said calmly.

Well, he's not even qualified to be there. Qin Xiaoyu really thinks too highly of him.

With a dozen minutes to go before the ceremony officially began, Zhou Yue accompanied Qin Xiaoyu to the bride's dressing room.

Qin Xiaoyu had met Bai Weiwei here last time; it was quite a coincidence. This time, before she even reached the location, she heard Bai Weiwei's voice coming from outside the emergency door in the corridor. It turned out that she had come too.

If Qin Xiaoyu dares to send out invitations, she dares to accept them.

"I've already shown my face, can I leave now?" Bai Weiwei pleaded with someone.

"No, wait until the ceremony is over." The speaker's voice was muffled and strained, like phlegm stuck in his throat, making it difficult to hear. This was Zuo Xiangyang; Qin Xiaoyu had a very strong impression of him, one she could never forget.

"Please, let me go. The child is crying, and I'm afraid he'll cry during the ceremony..."

"If he dares to cry, I'll settle the score with you." Zuo Xiangyang's voice was devoid of any warmth, and Qin Xiaoyu couldn't help but shiver. What kind of cold-bloodedness was this? He even used his own child as a threat?

"Don't do this! The child is old enough to remember things now. You are his father, please stop abusing him!" Bai Weiwei seemed to be crying.

"I'm not his father, and I'm not blind. He doesn't look like me at all!" Zuo Xiangyang remained unmoved. Qin Xiaoyu and Zhou Yue couldn't help but exchange a frightened glance.

They had met Bai Weiwei's son before; they had taken him to Hengchang before. He looked like his mother, like a clone of her.

If Zuo Xiangyang suspects his son isn't his just because of this, that's quite ridiculous. How extreme must this person be?

Qin Xiaoyu recalled the photos Wang Lei had secretly taken last time, and felt that Bai Weiwei might not necessarily be innocent.

"Old Zuo, let me go. I don't want to see Qin Xiaoyu. If you promise me, I'll move back in with you." Bai Weiwei seemed to have made a major decision.

"No, you're going to the auditorium right now. If you don't move back to your bedroom tonight, you'll be leaving the house in bed tomorrow." Zuo Xiangyang's voice was icy.

Qin Xiaoyu and Zhou Yue clasped hands tightly. How could Bai Weiwei live like this? It felt like living with a perverted eunuch. They got goosebumps; it felt like watching a horror movie.

Bai Weiwei seemed to have run out of arguments. She suddenly pushed open the safety door and came face to face with the two sisters who looked completely astonished.

"Qin Xiaoyu, thank you for the invitation." Bai Weiwei didn't even have time to wipe away her tears before she finished speaking bitterly and ran away.

Qin Xiaoyu and Zhou Yue ran off in opposite directions. They were afraid of Zuo Xiangyang; he was like a piece of rotten flesh, utterly repulsive.

"I feel like Bai Weiwei is living a life worse than death," Zhou Yue said, still shaken.

"Who says otherwise? It seems that no matter what you do, you have to pay a price, but her price is too high."

"Why are we running? What are we afraid of?" Zhou Yue suddenly realized what was going on.

"Yeah, what are we afraid of?" Qin Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief, and she suddenly felt a little sorry for Bai Weiwei.

Qi Si was already waiting at the entrance, a little excited and showing off. After being scolded a few times by his wife, he finally calmed down.

As the wedding march began, Xiaomei and Hanhan, each carrying a flower basket, started scattering rose petals on the red carpet. They were the flower girls.

Qin Xiaoyu sighed and draped herself over Qi Si's arm. She just couldn't understand why they wouldn't let her grow another ten centimeters; just ten centimeters would have been enough.

Qin Xiaoyu was wallowing in self-pity, and the guests present were all stunned by her appearance.

It turns out that the famous widow Tang was indeed a beautiful woman; no wonder she captured the heart of Lei's nephew.

They knew very little about A Lei, only that the Lei family was of high status and had powerful connections, and that this nephew had grown up abroad.

Coming all the way to a small northern town to marry a young widow was already shocking to society. Qin Xiaoyu's wedding dress also gave Riyue Clothing another boost in advertising. Nowadays, most wedding dresses are rented; they've been worn countless times by others, the fabric isn't even good quality to begin with, and after many washes, the satin frays and deforms severely, looking soft and flimsy and sloppy. More importantly, they're not cheap either.

Her wedding dress was a revelation; it showed that real life could be just as beautiful as a movie. Her appearance ignited the hearts of many young women, and from that day on, saving money to buy a wedding dress became a trend in the small town.

Those who can attend this wedding are all prominent figures in the city; in other words, they have the purchasing power. Sun Moon Clothing's high-end bespoke department has already booked up all its business for next year.