The crystal chandelier cast scattered flecks of light across the banquet hall, whose ceilings soared nine meters high. Gu Qingyao's custom wedding gown swept over the gilded carpet, its mother-of-pearl embroidery gleaming coldly beneath the camera flashes. Shen Yanzhi rested a hand lightly at her waist. The platinum ring on his left ring finger shone alongside the "Shen-Gu Alliance" logo on the backdrop. It was late autumn in 2025, and this was the most talked-about business marriage in Binhai City.
"Brother Yanzhi, the champagne tower seems a little too tall." Gu Qingyao tilted her head to gaze at the three-tiered crystal tower, fake tears still clinging to her lashes. Her fingertips absentmindedly stroked the jade bangle on her wrist. "If only Sister Wange were here. She was always the best at planning this kind of thing."
