The Young Master's Wedding

The plane soon landed in Hangzhou. Jiang Qin carried his daughter and held the Little Rich Woman's hand, followed by two freeloaders, four bodyguards, and a nanny. They took a car to the estate where the Young Master was holding his wedding.

Good lord, this place was practically an exact replica of his own wedding venue.

Why did he say that?

Because Young Master Cao had also set up an Open-air Party Area on the lawn and hired a professional security company to patrol the entire estate.

If he guessed correctly, even the Wedding Blessing Signature Wall had been copied!

What shamelessness! The Little Rich Woman stared in amazement, as if she had returned to her own wedding.

Then she narrowed her eyes at the blessing wall and suddenly wanted to marry Jiang Qin all over again.

By then, Zhou Chao, Ren Ziqiang, and Zhang Guangfa, who had arrived earlier, were already there. They ran over while greeting them.

Besides them, there were also Jian Chun, Jiang Tian, Song Qingqing, and many classmates whose names he could not quite remember.

Young Master Cao sent invitations without considering closeness, only whether someone was worth fleecing. At least he had not forgotten his original intentions.

"Long time no see."

"Y-yeah... long time no see."

Jian Chun, Jiang Tian, and Song Qingqing exchanged glances, their eyes glued to Jiang Ainan.

The little girl looked far too much like Feng Nanshu, but her eyes were just as sly as Jiang Qin's.

The Three Golden Flowers were somewhat dazed, and in the end, all wore complicated expressions.

This was the male idol's daughter.

Song Qingqing could not resist patting Jian Chun. "Didn't you once want to have a child with Jiang Qin too?"

Jian Chun's face instantly flushed. "That was just something people in our