Huo Zhixin laughed mischievously, and Shen Xiao put his arm around her shoulder.
The two simultaneously revealed their engagement rings.
Everyone immediately went over to watch.
Bai Jingyuan exclaimed, "Wow, you two are really tight-lipped! When did you get engaged?"
Lu Lishan, true to his nouveau riche ways, said, "Old Shen, I don't think this ring is any good! You think you can win over Zhixin with that little carat weight..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Yuqing punched him on the head. "If you can't speak properly, then shut up!"
Brother Shan's handsome face scrunched up in a pitiful expression.
"I think this ring is beautiful," Yao Wanyin smiled gently. "It's not about the number of carats, but about the sentiment of spending a lifetime together!"
"Yes, yes, it's the thought that counts!"
Everyone offered their blessings, and Jiang Can happily handed the bouquet directly to Huo Zhixin.
Only one person's face was a bit dark.
Huo Zhixing quietly watched Huo Zhixin, who was surrounded by happiness.
It's strange. He used to get angry when Shen Xiao was clueless, but now that they're really about to get married, he feels uneasy... His younger sister, whom he's doted on since childhood, is getting married...
Once the brother and sister each have their own families, they are no longer siblings, but relatives.
Thinking of this, a sour feeling rose in my throat.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Jiang Canrou gently took his arm.
Huo Zhixing smiled gently, looking at the person in front of him with a touch more doting in his eyes.
"Zhixin is getting married, aren't you happy?"
"Of course I'm happy," he said in a low voice, "but... if Shen Xiao dares to bully her in the future, I will not let him off easily!"
"Yes, that's right!" Yin Cheng's cheerful laughter suddenly came from behind. "Brother-in-law, if you dare to bully my sister, I won't let you off easily!"
"What?!" The group came over to join the fun again. "Who's going to bully whom?"
“By the way,” Tang Yilan stepped forward and said, “I’ve heard that there’s a special ceremony at Southeast Asian weddings where the bride steps on the groom’s feet!”
"Sister Yilan is right!" Yin Cheng laughed. "In Southeast Asia, women have a higher status, so according to tradition, the foot-stepping ceremony is a warning to the groom, meaning that he is not allowed to bully his wife, and his wife will always be on top of him!"
"Oh, so you'll always be stepping on it?" Lu Lishan laughed heartily. "Then you shouldn't be stepping on its feet, you should be stepping on its head!"
Huo Zhixing shot him a sharp look, full of disdain.
However, it was completely useless to Lu Lishan.
He continued, "Did you two perform this ritual?"
“There should be…” Tang Yilan looked at the camera footage, “Look, it just happened!”
On screen, Jiang Can simply lifted her foot and lightly tapped Huo Zhixing's instep.
It's just a ceremony, a formality, so there's no need to be so serious about it.
But Lu Lishan, always eager to stir up trouble, started shouting again: "How can this be! Can Can, a woman's position is not secure if she's not ruthless! You're stepping on him so lightly, do you want him to take advantage of you later?"
Huo Zhixing, unable to bear it any longer, shouted: "Lu Lishan—"
"Well, I have a suggestion!" Bai Jingyuan raised his hand, raised an eyebrow, and exchanged a wink with Lu Lishan. The two of them grinned mischievously at the same time.
"Ahem, I think everyone here is Jiang Can's family! As her family, we must help her consolidate her position, right?"
"So, Third Brother, I'm sorry!"
"Hahaha……"
Before Huo Zhixing could react, Bai Jingyuan and Lu Lishan pounced on him on the grass.
With one man holding his shoulder and the other his leg, Huo Zhixing was completely pinned down, veins bulging on his forehead. "What are you doing? What do you want to do?!"
"Master Huo," Lu Lishan smirked, "the foot-stepping ritual wasn't intense enough, let's help Jiang Can step on yours!"
"you……"
Huo Zhixing was dressed in a traditional Southeast Asian robe with heavy embroidery, which restricted his movements and left him with no choice but to stare blankly.
He wanted to find outside help, but to his utter surprise, Fang Han also defected!
The three of them rushed forward, and no matter how skilled Huo Zhixing was, he couldn't escape.
"Brother Lu, should we step on his head?"
"No, no, no! He's the groom today; it's bad luck to step on his head!"
"Then stomp on his foot hard!"
Jiang Can felt bad that he stepped on it and damaged it.
"Then what else..."
Bai Jingyuan grinned slyly and took off his shoes. "Fang Han, scratch him!"
Huo Zhixing struggled and roared to the sky, "You've gone too far—"
...
Laughter echoed through the sunlight; the Grand Palace hadn't been this lively in a long time.
Sang Qing stood quietly in a corner, holding a wine glass, envious of the lively scene over there, yet not daring to approach.
She was only able to come to the palace because of Nie Xin's connections. It was Nie Xin who told He Jin that she would bring her, and that's why He Jin sent her the invitation.
But……
Sang Qing lowered her head timidly.
Those who could attend this wedding were all extremely wealthy and powerful. She couldn't fit into their world, and she could see the disdain and contempt they held for her in their eyes.
Indeed, everyone else was dressed in luxury haute couture gowns, but she was the only one wearing a dress she had embroidered herself.
She bit her lip and sighed softly.
"Young lady, in Southeast Asia, if you sigh at someone else's wedding, you'll be thrown out!"
Sang Qing was startled by the voice, but when she turned around, she was met with a pair of gentle eyes.
"Ah, Your Highness!" She was taken aback, and hurriedly bowed, pulling her left foot back instead of her right, then quickly correcting herself.
Its two feet moved back and forth alternately, like an adorable Psyduck.
He Jin laughed and told her to dispense with the formalities.
“Your Highness,” Sang Qing said, her face slightly flushed, “I…I didn’t mean to sigh! This is Sister Jiang Can’s wedding, and I’m genuinely happy for her!”
"I know," He Jin said softly, "but if you're truly happy for her, why are you hiding in this corner? You should go and wish her well!"
Sang Qing smiled bitterly: "Of course I want to go, but I know I'm not good enough. Sister Jiang Can doesn't look down on me, but her friends might not."
"If I go there, what if I say or do something wrong and her friends laugh at me? Wouldn't she lose face?"
"I don't want her to lose face!" Sang Qing rolled her eyes. "So I waited until everyone was gone, then I went over and talked to her alone!"
Sang Qing's words left He Jin feeling quite uncomfortable.
“You don’t need to be so insecure.” He looked at her. “You are a very outstanding girl.”
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
"By the way, where's Nie Xin?" He Jin frowned. "He's the one who brought you here, why isn't he with you?"
Sang Qing pouted when Nie Xin was mentioned.
He Jin looked around and, sure enough, spotted Nie Xin in the crowd.
The renowned actor was surrounded by a group of male and female celebrities, creating a dazzling spectacle that resembled a fashion show.
He Jin chuckled twice: "Chairman Yin is really generous, even bringing over celebrities from the central city to add to the festivities!"
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