Chapter 895: The Wedding in Progress

Liang Zhouheng turned sideways and looked at her calmly, "How about I block you?"

Song Cun tensed up and warned him seriously, "Don't do anything in public, I will really be angry."

Liang Zhouheng really wanted to kiss her, but he was afraid that she would be really angry. After a brief hesitation, he changed his mind and asked, "Don't you like kissing me anymore?"

He turned the tables, and his trick was too obvious. Song Cuncai was no longer as easily fooled as before. "I just don't like doing this kind of thing in public."

Liang Zhouheng nodded, "Okay, then can we kiss each other without anyone seeing?"

This is the logic, but Song Cun vaguely felt that he had already dug another pit for her, waiting for her to jump in.

She regarded him warily.

Unexpectedly, a second later, the convertible above her head slowly closed. Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, her body was pulled, and then her whole body was wrapped in a familiar breath, and there was a soft touch on her lips.

He did not proceed step by step, from the shallow to the difficult, but went straight in.

Song Cun felt like a smoke bomb was going off in his head, with white smoke billowing and sweeping up his whole body. He had no power to resist and his body felt light.

She knew that closing the convertible was no different from trying to cover up the truth. It was a typical case of trying to cover up one's own faults and only making things more obvious.

There is such a big piece of glass in front, and people are not blind.

Song Cun couldn't think at all. Whenever he thought about it, he wanted to bury his head in his chest and not even lift it up.

The moment the red light turned green, Liang Zhouheng stepped on the accelerator, and the Porsche took the lead and rushed out, leaving the people and cars on the roadside far behind.

The car just stopped in front of the gate of Jinsheng, and the Rolls-Royce coming from the opposite direction also happened to park in the parking lot at the gate.

The wedding procession was already in place at the door. The bodyguards opened the car doors and the two couples got out of the car at the same time.

The emcee's high-pitched voice echoed from inside the banquet hall to outside, "Let us welcome the two newlyweds into the wedding hall with the warmest applause!"

The solemn wedding march resounded throughout the banquet hall at this moment.

Jiang Yuan held Yin Dong's arm, and Song Cun held Liang Zhouheng's arm, as they walked onto the red carpet one after the other.

Originally, Yin Dong and Liang Zhouheng said that the wedding would just be a small banquet with a few tables, just a formality, so Jiang Yuan and Song Cun didn't take it seriously. They even imagined it as just a lively meal with relatives and friends. Until the moment they stepped into the banquet hall, they were both caught off guard.

The entire Jinsheng was cleared out, and the familiar hall on the first floor had obviously been rebuilt. The entire space was decorated with dreamy lights, flowers and white gauze, making it warm and romantic.

All the guests, known and unknown to them, sat upright in their seats, clapping and looking at them with smiles.

There were only about twenty guests present, which was not too many, but their every move and gesture revealed their extraordinary status.

This wedding was far more solemn and grand than Jiang Yuan and Song Cun had imagined.

Jiang Yuan quietly tugged at Yin Dong's sleeve and whispered to him, "Why are you making it so formal?"

Yin Dong: "I have tried my best."

Both families have tried their best to keep a low profile. The guests present were carefully reduced and screened through numerous rounds before they had to be invited.

Jiang Yuan: "I'm a little nervous, what should I do? I thought we were just here for a meal and a toast."

Yin Dong: "Why aren't you nervous when you're singing on stage in front of hundreds of thousands of people? This is your wedding, it's good to be nervous so you don't take it lightly."

Jiang Yuan secretly pinched his elbow.

Behind them, Liang Zhouheng patted Song Cun's hand and comforted him gently: "Don't be afraid, your husband is here. These are not strangers. I will introduce you to them later."

Song Cun blushed and pretended to be calm, "I'm not afraid."