Chapter 87 What kind of ceremony do you want?

After Zhou Ting's outburst, Xia Mian lost all interest in the wedding. Numbly, she followed the crowd to pick up the bride and numbly rode in the wedding car to the hotel.

Before the wedding procession, the guests split into two groups. After the procession, the guests naturally reunited. Xia Mian, Rebecca, and Xu Ning rode in the same car, while Liu Yicheng didn't get on and rode in another car.

To host the wedding, the Zhou family booked an entire estate. As soon as you enter the estate, you can see elegant and pure tulips on both sides of the road.

Upon entering the venue, everyone rubbed their eyes, hardly believing what they were seeing.

—The entire manor was transformed into a sea of ​​tulips!

Late autumn is not tulip season, and besides, it gets cold early in the north, and the plants have already withered. These flowers must have been bought from the south.

Tulips are delicate and require a long cultivation period; such a large quantity would cost an astronomical sum.

"No wonder the media called this wedding the wedding of the century. For Mingzhao, Zhou Ting could even change the seasons!" Xu Ning covered her mouth, her eyes brimming with tears of emotion. Her love-struck persona would never falter.

“Mmm, Zhou Ting’s love is so impressive,” Rebecca excitedly chimed in.

"The eldest grandson's wedding is such a grand affair, I wonder what it will be like when the Zhou family head gets married." Xu Ning knew that Xia Mian knew Zhou Pingchuan, so she didn't hold back in her words.

Thinking of last night's dream, Xia Mian said expressionlessly, "It's fine as it is."

"What do you mean 'just like that'? Is Zhou Ting's love still that of the Zhou family's woman?"

Xia Mian's words were rambling and Xu Ning didn't quite understand them. But as soon as he finished asking, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and goosebumps rose all over his body, as if he had been targeted by an assassin.

He instinctively turned around and saw several bodyguards protecting a man as they slowly walked towards the third floor of the viewing platform.

Xu Ning now understood why she had that feeling.

—He almost got killed just now!

"Who's that?" Rebecca also saw Zhou Pingchuan and exclaimed, "He's got quite the air about him."

Xu Ning whispered, "It's the Zhou family head I was talking about."

“They must have won the genetic lottery, the Zhou family is so handsome! Is he married? And whose spouse is from some powerful family?” Rebecca asked, her curiosity piqued.

"He's not married and doesn't have a partner. I doubt there's anyone in this world who could catch his eye."

"Ha, what's the point of joining? It's just a way to fool people by booking a wedding banquet for 999 yuan a table," Xia Mian thought to herself.

But Zhou Pingchuan wasn't coming, so why did he suddenly show up?

The Zhou family may have been waiting for this big shot. A few minutes later, music started playing, and the host came on stage. He was a familiar face who was often seen at various parties.

After a brief introduction, the newlyweds made their entrance hand in hand.

Unlike the bride, Xia Mingzhao, being a man, wore simple makeup and plain accessories, only a pocket watch on his chest. The watch chain was fastened to a hole in his shirt, giving it an antique and stylish look.

Xu Ning, who knows her stuff, said, "Is he wearing a Patek Philippe?"

“Yes, from the auction,” Xia Mian had owned before, “23 million Swiss francs.”

Rebecca silently did the math: "...150 million? My god, no wonder the media calls Mingzhao the billionaire groom! So romantic."

Even a strong, clear-headed woman can't help but sigh at the divine love story.

Xia Mian felt even worse.

Standing in the center of the stage surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers, the newlyweds exchanged rings and made their vows. The emcee announced the ceremony was complete, and it was time for dinner.

Because of the large number of guests, the Zhou family prepared a buffet. On the day of the betrothal, Mr. Zhou did not bring anything substantial, but today, with the media present and the food of top quality, they absolutely could not lose face.

After a morning of fussing around, Xia Mian was starving. He chatted with Xu Ning while looking for food. During this time, he always felt a gaze following him like a shadow.

Sure enough, before he could even take a few bites, Yu Heng suddenly appeared: "Mr. Xia, Chairman Zhou invites you for a chat."

“Your relative is looking for you, go quickly.” Xu Ning still remembered Xia Mian’s ramblings.

Xia Mian choked for a moment. Just then, he wanted to settle accounts with Zhou Pingchuan. He snorted coldly and turned around to go up to the viewing platform.

The PD who was filming for the show "Little Days" didn't know what he was up to and tried to follow him, but was blocked at the stairwell by the bodyguards.

Xia Mian ignored it and went straight to the third floor, where the Buddha was sitting at the table, eating slowly and leisurely.

He looked very good while eating, but Xia Mian was not in the mood to appreciate it. Thinking of "999 per table", she became angry: "Jay Chou is so carefree, enjoying a wedding banquet all by himself at a single table."

"It's not a single person per table anymore, sit down."

"I'd better not sit down. I'm afraid my presence at the table will lower the class of the banquet. It wouldn't be good if it were 999."

Zhou Pingchuan was helpless.

She's angry again.

He pulled another chair closer to himself and ordered again, "Sit down."

It has to be said that when Zhou Pingchuan lowered his voice, Xia Mian's soul trembled a little. How could she dare to refuse any longer? After hesitating for a few seconds, she sat down.

Tell me why you're angry.

Finally finding an outlet, Xia Mian recounted her dream from the previous night to Zhou Pingchuan in detail and vividly.

After hearing this, Zhou Pingchuan didn't know what expression to make: "In your heart, is this how I treat you?"

"You are who you are, you are who you are, and you're telling everyone to eat this box of pastries sparingly? Why don't you take it home and eat it yourself!"

“That’s absurd,” Zhou Pingchuan said. “Those are all dreams.”

"Who knows if you'll really do what you're doing in my dream, trying to fool me with a 999-yuan banquet and then complaining that I'm crying?"

As Xia Mian was talking, his hand touched his pants pocket, and he remembered that the wedding emcee had given him a ribbon gun earlier.

He stood up, pulled out his gun, pointed it at Zhou Pingchuan, and threatened, "If you really dare to curse me like you did in your dream, I'll fucking—"

Before he could finish speaking, several bodyguards suddenly rushed out from all directions!

Zhou Pingchuan was close to Xia Mian and could tell it was a fake gun. Fearing the bodyguard might hurt Xia Mian, he reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Xia Mian was just about to show off when she realized that there were so many bodyguards lurking around her. In her panic, she lost her balance and accidentally fell onto Zhou Pingchuan's lap!

"Bang—" The fireworks gun exploded.

Colorful ribbons and sequins floated up from the air, raining down on the two of them from head to toe.

Xia Mian's little mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts, but he couldn't care less about that now. He was surrounded by strong thighs and powerful arms, and he felt like he was being steamed alive, with heat radiating from every part of him.

He whispered to the other person, "Let go, there are people all around."

Zhou Pingchuan let the ribbons fall on his head: "Have I ever mistreated you?"

"...Not now, but who knows if you'll actually share a box of wedding cakes with everyone in the future?"

"Okay, then tell me what kind of ceremony you want."

Xia Mian felt it was strange to discuss this kind of thing with Zhou Pingchuan. He wanted to stand up, but he was suppressed and couldn't move at all.

Just then, Yu Heng's voice suddenly rang out from outside the door: "Chairman Zhou, the new bride is here to offer her a toast."

We can't let Zhou Ting and Xia Mingzhao see them... like this, can we? It would be utterly disgraceful!

Xia Mian panicked, pressing her hand against the other's chest and pushing hard. Zhou Pingchuan, however, tightened his grip even more.

Tell me, what kind of ceremony do you want?

Warm breath tickled her ear; if she didn't provoke him soon, Xia Mian felt she was going to lose her mind. She cried out almost pleadingly, "A grand celebration! I want a grand celebration!"

“Okay,” Zhou Pingchuan chuckled, looking at the child so close to him and his flushed face. “Then let’s have a grand celebration.”