A Grand Wedding, A Long-lost Enemy

On November 30th, an unprecedented snowfall fell on the Peng Si City of pence. Some people said that it was a gift from the heavens to this newly-married couple. Others said that the heavens could not stand the punishment of a pheasant who wanted to become a Phoenix.

This fire of public opinions had stirred about a month ago, and today, it had finally turned into a set of opinionated fireworks that blasted everywhere.

The Fu family's wedding had invited the world's most prestigious nobles, the biggest official media outlets, politicians, and high-classed businessmen.

If anyone manages to expand their connections with the few people here, they would be able to change their image, get promoted, and become rich.

Fu Lengye wore a white suit today, this was to represent his holy love. His hairstyle today was not the usual business-styled hairstyle, but a more elegant and gentlemanly style. Obviously, only the best of the best as he was about to get wedded.

When Wen Xiaoya came out of the dressing room, it was the first time Fu Lengye saw her after she put on makeup, she looked especially gorgeous now that she wore a white wedding dress.

The two of them met at the backstage rest area of the wedding venue and were both mesmerized by each other's looks. They looked at each other silently and tacitly. Of course, the first to lose was Wen Xiaoya.

She has always not been able to hide her shyness, especially more so when she came back to her senses to find that the other party had also started lovingly at her.

Although this wedding was a scene to satisfy Lengye's grandfather's wishes. The so-called bride and groom that were the male and female leads in the scene were equally as excited. The actors were in position and they just needed to follow the steps.

However, in this situation, it was very difficult not to be mesmerized. When it was time, under the guidance and the cues given by the organizers, Wen Xiaoya walked to the center of the auditorium and listened to the priest's wedding vows with Fu Lengye.

When the two of them said I do to each other, they suddenly realized that the wedding vows felt magical.

For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, to love and to cherish, till death do they part.

Wen Xiaoya reminded herself in her heart that love was a suicidal process. She did not allow these dreams to get to her head!

The wedding officially ended. Under the guidance of the servants, the guests went to the grand banquet hall next door to eat.

At this time, it was the most lively. There were groups of three to five people at the party, exchanging information about one another. Some were talking about hot topics, some were networking, and some were even discussing business face-to-face.

Wen Xiaoya obediently followed behind Fu Lengye, who stood at the center of wealth and power. She rarely interjected and played the role of a competent wife.

Today, she was the most beautiful presence in the entire venue. With just one glance, she could make a man succumb to her needs, and make every woman jealous.

The sound of wine glasses clicked with each other, and between the plethora of gorgeous dresses, she saw a very familiar face.

Xu Zhou.

In an instant, the blood in her body seemed to boil. The man who betrayed Cang Lan, killed her parents, and took all her life's work for himself stood so comfortably in her wedding.

This was the man who was speaking with the people here so casually, and beside him was Cang Lan's best friend, Hermione! Wen Xiaoya could not control the flames of hatred. She kept a fake smile on her face and walked towards the cheating couple.

Fu Lengye noticed her change of demeanor and did not stop her. Instead, he followed closely behind her, this made others think that they were really husband and wife.

When Xu Zhou saw Fu Lengye and Mrs. Fu walk towards him, he went up to them with a big smile on his face.

"Mr. Fu, Mrs. Fu, congratulations on your wedding! You two are a match made in heaven!"

 Xu Zhou's long history with Cang Lan could not be erased so easily. What a familiar voice, what a familiar face!

The sweeter the past, the uglier the hatred!