Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 73 Wedding 1

Chapter 73: Chapter 73 Wedding 1

Lu Minglan slightly raised his eyebrows, "Are you disappointed that I came?"

Su Manxi sat upright, her hands resting on her purse, curving her lips into a smile, "Why would I be? I’m honored that Young Master Lu came to pick me up."

Lu Minglan laughed lightly, "That’s good."

Su Manxi pursed her lips, "Why did Shiyan send you?"

"After all, it’s his nephew’s wedding. There are some procedures he still needs to review."

Su Manxi’s eyes darted around, "Minglan, does Shiyan have someone he likes now?"

"I’m not sure, as Shiyan doesn’t like others prying into his private life." Lu Minglan turned his face towards the window, clearly having no desire to continue the conversation.

Su Manxi clenched her purse tightly; it seemed everything Jiang Nan had said was true. There was a woman around Fu Shiyan, and it was that An Yan.

She and Fu Shiyan had grown up together, shouldn’t his woman be her?

Over the years, Fu Shiyan had never made a move, and she thought it was because he was naturally cold and aloof.

She wondered if she should force him to make a choice once, using her study abroad as an excuse to make him realize that she, Su Manxi, was the woman who had grown up alongside him and that she was indispensable.

With her own efforts and luck, she had become the world-renowned fashion and jewelry designer, Manxi.

However, in these three years, apart from the perfunctory greetings during festivals, Fu Shiyan had made no other contact.

She had never heard any rumors about Fu Shiyan, nor had he dated anyone, so she wasn’t in a hurry to return to the country.

Until one day, Jiang Nan contacted her, saying that Fu Shiyan had a woman now and was particularly protective of her.

She was so jealous that she was going insane.

How could a bumpkin gain Fu Shiyan’s favor, with no family background, education, appearance, or figure to match hers? Why did she deserve him?

Therefore, she came back, determined to snatch back the man who should have been hers!

Su Manxi held her head high, swearing inwardly that if she couldn’t have him, she wouldn’t let anyone else have him either!

Today, the Wanjiang Banquet had cancelled all other receptions, solely to host this century wedding between the Fu Family and the An Family.

A row of luxury cars parked outside the hotel, gathering tycoons from the business, political, and cultural and sports circles.

Because the inner field did not allow media journalists to enter and film, the event was broadcast live on the large LED screen outside the hotel, so many media reporters gathered outside the hotel, each eager to upload their reports to the internet as soon as possible.

The banquet hall was extremely lavish, filled with red roses, fragrant and rich.

In the center of the banquet hall stood a high-tech LCD electronic screen linked to the outside LED screen.

Fu Shiyan stood at the entrance of the banquet hall, mingling with elites from various circles. Yet, his eyes occasionally fell on the slender figure in the snack area, his lips unconsciously lifting into a smile.

Fu Jinqiao elbowed An Yan’s arm, "I noticed Uncle seems particularly cheerful with me today."

An Yan: "?"

"He keeps smiling at me for no reason."

An Yan stifled a laugh, clearing her throat, "Maybe you look beautiful today, and maybe Uncle will introduce you to some talented young men later."

Fu Jinqiao took it seriously, "That won’t do, I only like Mu Qianfan. In two more years, I’ll have Uncle approach the Mu family with a marriage proposal."

An Yan was moved by Fu Jinqiao’s determination and patted her shoulder, "Where there’s a will, there’s a way! Keep it up!"

Fu Jinqiao nodded, speaking very earnestly, "Absolutely. ’Where there’s a will, there’s a way’—the heart set firm and the Hua Country’s Best Actor will be mine; the diligent won’t be let down fully devoted my earnestness consumes Mu!"

An Yan burst into laughter from her delight, wondering how there could be such an adorable young girl.

The two were selecting desserts when a harsh voice rang out.

"What are you doing here?"

An Yan looked up and saw Yang Suhua standing in front of the long table, her eyebrows knit together coldly as she faced her.

"I invited her here," Fu Jinqiao chimed in, supporting An Yan.

Yang Suhua’s cheekbones were already prominent, but her glaring at An Yan now made her look even more sharp and mean, "Let me tell you, if anything goes wrong today at Yirou’s wedding, you can’t escape responsibility. I will make sure you pay a dreadful price!"

An Yan chuckled lightly, "I still stand by my words, a clear conscience fears no accusation. What are you afraid of? Could it be that An Yirou has done some unspeakable deeds?"

Yang Suhua’s tone was cold and firm, "It doesn’t matter, if there’s a problem today, I will blame you for it!" After saying this, she snorted coldly and turned to leave.

She walked over to An Zaili and whispered, "That calamity has also come. I feel so uneasy in my heart."

An Zaili looked in the direction she indicated, "Don’t worry, today involves the honor of the Fu Family, even if An Yan stirs up trouble, the Fu Family will try to smooth things over. Moreover, they will absolutely prevent any such occurrences."

Yang Suhua twisted a string of prayer beads in her hands, "Amitabha, may Buddha bless Yirou with a smooth wedding today."

At that moment, the hopeful Yirou was in the makeup room for touch-ups.

Du Xinlan was by Yirou’s side, directing the makeup artist, "Make the lipstick a bit brighter, it will look better on camera."

Yirou moved, and the lipstick smudged.

She burst out in anger, "Are you blind? What have you done!"

The makeup artist was terrified, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll touch up your makeup right away."

"Hurry up! This is infuriating!" An Yirou was very upset.

After the touch-up, An Yirou glared at her, "You may leave now!"

Only Du Xinlan and her daughter An Yirou were left in the makeup room.

"Mom, my heart is pounding terribly. I’m so scared that An Yan, that bitch, might do something behind our backs."

Du Xinlan comforted her, "Don’t worry, that little bitch can’t come up with anything new. After today, you will be Young Mistress Fu. Just with this title, you can trample that little bitch underfoot."

An Yirou clenched her teeth, "I must make An Yan, that bitch, suffer a terrible fate!"

Just then, the makeup artist knocked on the door, peered in, and said, "Mrs. Fu, the auspicious time has arrived, they are ready for you to enter."

An Yirou stood up, straightened her back, took several deep breaths, and broke into a broad smile showing her pearly white teeth.

Du Xinlan followed by her side and walked out to the front of the banquet hall.

At that time, An Zaili was already waiting at the door, An Yirou took his arm.

Everything was ready.

Soon, the doors slowly opened, and the music and applause started.

Under the blessing gazes of all, An Yirou walked into the banquet hall, escorted by An Zaili, towards Fu Chenyu.

Fu Chenyu also walked towards An Yirou with the wedding bouquet, took his bride from An Zaili, and both of them walked jointly onto the stage of felicity.

The host started with a bunch of blessings, then said, "Let’s take a look at the growth journey of the bride and groom."

The big screen began showing photos of both, from birth, childhood, to adulthood.

The guests all praised them.

"These two are really a perfect match!"

"Yes, An Yirou is both beautiful and sensible; she definitely will be a virtuous wife for Young Master Fu."

"An Family is truly fortunate to be able to form marital ties with the Fu Family."

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Suddenly, an explicit video started playing.