Old Zhang and Old Xu knew exactly what their son was like, and neither of them paid him any attention.

As for Jiang Meilin.

She was busy comforting Chen Hansong.

The moment Chen Hansong saw his daughter in a wedding dress, the nearly fifty-year-old man burst into tears. All he could think of was his precious little girl as a baby in his arms, looking up at him with big, bright eyes and calling him Daddy.

The next day was Yu Beiwang and Pei Youwei's wedding. Xu Ye and Chen Qingqing were up at the crack of dawn. After rushing to get ready, Xu Ye drove Chen Qingqing over to Pei Youwei's first, then drove to the Yu house with Zhao Ming.

The Yu house was where the real crowd was today. The place was packed, and if Xu Ye and Zhao Ming hadn't been groomsmen, they probably couldn't have squeezed in at all.

The two of them grabbed a bite at the Yus'. A little after nine, a whole line of Rolls-Royces pulled up outside the villa, every one of them the same color and the same model.

Yu Beiwang himself hadn't wanted to make such a big production of it, but Yu Liang wouldn't hear of it.

The way he saw it, he had only the one son, and it hadn't been easy getting him married. Why be stingy about it?

So what if it was showing off?

Who in the country didn't know he was the chairman of the Jinjiang Group?

Who didn't know he had money?

At nine minutes past nine, as the firecrackers went off, the whole line of Rolls-Royces along the road started up at once and rolled off in formation along the highway.

Normally the groom would go to the bride's family home to pick her up. But the two families were from different cities, so Pei Youwei had been set up in another villa in Jing'an District. The Yu family might run short of other things, but never houses or hotels.

Zhao Ming looked back at the cars behind them, shook his…