The Favored Heiress
Chapter 494: A One Yuan Red Envelope

Chapter 494: Chapter 494: A One Yuan Red Envelope

The accountant nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, what should I call you?"

"He Chen."

Upon hearing, the accountant was writing the name down in the ledger with a brush when he looked up and saw the gentleman who called himself He Chen had already entered the banquet hall.

He casually opened the thin red envelope and raised his eyebrows as he peeked inside.

When the greenish hue of the banknote caught his eye, the accountant was stupefied.

In all his years of recording wedding gifts, he had never seen such a miserly guest.

He had expected a check, but it was a one yuan bill.

How the hell do you have the nerve to spend one buck on a feast of such extravagant delight?

The favors on each table were nearly a thousand yuan apiece!

The accountant shook his head as he boldly enlarged the name He Chen in the ledger.

As time passed, the accountant was bustling with activity.

Mr. and Mrs. Li were also warmly greeting guests in the banquet hall of hundreds of tables.

...

Downstairs, the bride’s room.

Zong Yue sat in front of the dressing mirror in her pristine white wedding gown, her face adorned with a shy and timid smile.

Not far behind her sat Zong Zhan, smoking a cigarette and puffing away smoke.

Zong Yue’s mother, Liang Wanhua, adjusted her headwear, eyes brimming with reluctance and guilt, "Xiao Yue, after you get married... remember to come home often."

"Mom, I will," Zong Yue responded through the mirror to Liang Wanhua, biting the corner of her mouth as her eyes reddened; the thought of marrying far away dampened the joy in her heart with her mother’s sorrow.

Liang Wanhua turned her face away, wiping the corner of her eye with her thumb.

Zong Yue was without a father; today, only her mother Liang Wanhua and her uncle Zong Zhan were there to accompany her on her wedding day.

Her father had died ten years earlier in a peacekeeping mission, leaving her and her mother to fend for themselves, which is why Old Master Zong was especially fond of his little granddaughter.

At that moment, Zong Zhan flicked his cigarette ash and gazed straight at Zong Yue, "If you don’t want to marry, it’s not too late to say so now."

Liang Wanhua instantly looked at Zong Zhan, opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated.

Zong Zhan noticed her expression and smiled thinly, a cool smile on his lips, "Second sister-in-law, don’t look at me like that. Everyone in our family knows that this marriage isn’t about marrying for love but marrying her own fantasy.

So, Xiao Yue, all I have to tell you today is this; the moment you step out of this room, whether you regret it or not in the future, you will complete this wedding without question."

The Zong Family does not fear calling off a wedding, but they will not tolerate any dishonor to their name.

Zong Yue wanted to marry Li Jun; from the Imperial Capital to the Zong Family, no one understood, and nobody looked favorably upon their union.

Such a grand wedding ceremony, and Old Master Zong didn’t even attend, clearly showing the Zong Family’s attitude towards this marriage alliance.

At this moment, Zong Yue, with her lips tightly pursed, locked eyes with Zong Zhan in the mirror, and after a few seconds, she firmly said, "Uncle, I want to get married, and I have no regrets."

"Good," Zong Zhan put out his cigarette and his thin lips curled in a slight show of admiration.

The children of the Zong Family, once they make a choice, must have such determination.

...

At half-past ten, a steely-stepped elderly man approached near the check-in desk.

He was dressed in a brown Zhongshan suit, slightly thin in build, with a wrist brace on his right hand.

Suddenly, a bank card was placed on the registration desk, the accountant looked up and paused, then quickly put down his pen and rose to greet, "Jiugong, what brings you here?"

In the vast South Sea City, there was no one who did not know Master Zhong Jiugong, the gold medal mortician.

Jiugong had a kind expression, shook hands with the accountant, and said loudly, "Naturally, I am here for the wedding banquet."

The accountant warmly welcomed him with several remarks, glanced at the bank card, and spontaneously said, "You must be an honored guest of Patriarch Li, right?"

After all, with Jiugong’s status, coming for Li Guangming was also plausible.

Then, Jiugong pointed to another ledger, "Li Qiao."

The accountant let out an ’ah’, took Li Qiao’s ledger in a daze, and mechanically wrote down his name.

As for the gift money, a bank card was written with numbers and a password, one hundred thousand yuan.

Before long, a few more people passed by, and just as the accountant caught his breath, a brown kraft paper bag was handed over.

He looked up and immediately smiled, "Miss Li, you’ve arrived."

Recognizing Li Qiao naturally, the accountant chuckled and prepared to stand up, but Li Qiao simply curled her lips and tapped the table, "Put this under my older brother’s name."

"This is..."

Li Qiao, with one hand in her pocket, walked past the registration table and spoke indifferently, "The property deed of King’s Bay Villa."

Accountant: "..."

Oh, this year’s hottest-selling luxury villa estate.

He remembered someone mentioning that King’s Bay Villa’s starting price was eighty million, and it even came with a private garden and helipad.

About ten minutes later, a few more people came out of the elevator.

The accountant didn’t have time to look because his attention was drawn to the bustling scene in the wedding hall.

Inside the panoramic wedding hall, crystal chandeliers and the sunlight from outside complemented each other.

Everyone entering was amazed by the luxurious and noble decoration of the hall, the scene dominated by champagne gold, as majestic as a royal ceremony.

Anyone could see how much the Li Family valued this wedding.

However, at this moment, many people were looking around at a certain VIP table in the front row.

"Is that really Jiugong?"

"Of course, our family had him preside over a funeral before, I didn’t expect the Li Family to have connections with Jiugong."

"Who’s the person next to Jiugong? His student?"

"How could that be, who has ever seen a student lounging with crossed legs in front of their teacher, smoking and drinking tea?"

"That person... I think I’ve seen him in West City."

At that main table which could seat ten people, He Chen and Jiugong were sitting.

Meanwhile, another two figures entered from outside the hall and then... headed straight towards the VIP table where Jiugong was.

Some people marveled at how handsome the man in the light blue shirt looked.

Similarly, there were whispered exclamations that the silver-haired old man appeared to be a national academician in the medical field.

There were quite a few people at the event today from affluent and noble backgrounds.

But either they were from wealthy families without much power, or they were from powerful families that weren’t quite supreme.

In short, the few people that appeared at the VIP table didn’t seem like simple passersby.

The Li Family... keeping such a low profile?

Meanwhile, the accountant at the registration area no longer had the interest to pay attention to the liveliness of the wedding hall.

Because he was looking at a check and a stack of cash in his hand, silently beginning to contemplate life.

A three million yuan gift by check, left by a man named Su Moshi.

A bundle of cash, exactly one hundred thousand yuan, left by an elder named Jiang Hande.

Moreover, their gifts were all for Li Qiao.

The accountant shook as he recorded the details of the gift money, just took a breath, and then three more people arrived.

All coming for Li Qiao, from North City Gu Jin, a one million yuan check; from East City Qiao Ziyang, a one million yuan check; from South City Qiu Huan, a one million yuan check.