The Gu Family's banquet commenced at noon and concluded past ten in the evening.
After seeing off the last batch of guests, Gu Chenyan finally headed back to the hotel.
The presidential suite that had been reserved, intended for their rest, was far from evoking any romantic interests in Gu Chenyan at this point.
Having consumed a fair amount of alcohol, Gu Chenyan's face flushed crimson, though it was the work of the spirits he had imbibed.
Fortunately, those who needed to be aware that the bride was not the genuine article were in the know, and nobody dared to clamor about making a fuss in the bridal chamber, thus the current quietude.
Gu Tianqing, worried about his grandson's distaste, had come over just a while ago to offer another round of cautious advice.
To this, Gu Chenyan wanted to laugh.
Had they not already reached this juncture? Was he supposed to directly oppose his grandfather?