This son of a high-ranking official indeed gritted his teeth and remained silent.
The noblewoman tilted her head, leaned closer to her son, and said slowly and deliberately in a voice that only the two of them could hear:
"Qi Shen, as a scion of a prominent family, built a company worth hundreds of billions from scratch without relying on his family background; you took your grandmother's savings for her funeral and squandered it all, and you still want to compare your freedom of marriage with her?"
The man's expression changed, and the noblewoman lifted her eyelids slightly, continuing to dissect the cruel truth for her son.
"You want to marry a lowly actress, but Qi Shen is marrying an artist who has brought countless glories to the National Theatre. She just needs time and experience; she might even become the theatre's chairperson. See? Which of the bride's friends is simple? The wife of Mr. Cheng, the head of the First Consortium; the wife of Elvis, a newly rich Italian with unfathomable connections..."
"What makes your pet compare to the bride? Or do you have Qi Shen's abilities? Or are you willing to give up your comfortable life and live an ordinary life with that woman?"
The lady spoke with disdain at the end, but she maintained a gentle smile throughout, the curve of her lips as if measured by a ruler, without changing in the slightest.
The children of high-ranking officials dared not speak out against their anger.
Although his mother's words were cruel, he understood that they were true. He did not have Qi Shen's ability to break free from the family's control, nor could he bear to give up the privileges and money he possessed.
The powerful families and influential clans are deeply intertwined, and one wrong move can leave them out of the top tier.
Ninety-nine percent of the guests present were cold-hearted and driven by self-interest; their genuine feelings were insignificant.
This little incident went unnoticed by others.
On stage.
Qi Shen took Fang Zhi's hand, which was clad in white gloves, from his father. The two looked at the man with graying temples:
"Thank you, Dad."
"Thank you, Uncle."
Qi Lian'an's eyebrows twitched, but before he could speak, Qi Shen squeezed Fang Zhi's hand and teased, "Still calling me uncle?"
Fang Zhi blushed and said softly, "Thank you, Dad."
Qi Lian'an smiled and earnestly instructed his eldest son and daughter-in-law:
"Just live your lives well from now on."
After speaking, he left the stage to the two newlyweds.
At the center of the wedding ceremony, white petals drifted down from the dome, like countless snowflakes falling in a Swiss winter, swirling around him and her.
In the grand, dreamlike scene, Qi Shen gazed at the breathtakingly beautiful bride before him and smiled faintly:
"Mrs. Qi, how about a kiss?"
"Mr. Fang, please go ahead."
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