What was that saying again? How rare it was to have parents who didn't ruin the mood?
The bride had performed so well, the groom's little awkwardness had been easily defused, and the overall atmosphere had been heading toward a happy family ending—yet they just had to step in and deliver a solemn lecture.
At that moment, Fu Qian could visibly see the heartfelt part of the guests' smiles quietly fading away.
And some flames that had nearly gone out suddenly flared back to life.
"It's not that I'm giving up my name. That was never my name to begin with."
Sure enough, the young man's rebellious streak acted up again.
The groom, who had seemed lost in thought, turned serious once more and reiterated what he had said before, word by word.
And without question, the rebelliousness in those words had skyrocketed.
"Oh? Then what was your original name?"
It seemed he had entered his comfort zone. This time, Lord Jose pressed on with a half-smile.
"I have no name. More precisely, I shouldn't have left any trace in this spacetime."
Unfortunately, Old Master Ji started playing coy in response to a question that had suddenly made Fu Qian quite curious.
Shouldn't have left any trace in this spacetime? Considering the nature of an Administrator's work, that was indeed not wrong.
But when those words reached other people's ears, they were obviously difficult to interpret that way.
Fu Qian noticed from the corner of his eye that some ladies could no longer hold themselves back and wanted to stand up.
Even when forcibly held down, they held their breath, as if hoping the groom would leap down from the altar and take them away.
As for why he was only using the corner of his eye?
Very simple. As