January 29th, Lunar New Year's Eve.
Prince's Garden was far livelier than usual today.
Wang Xueqing directed the staff as they busied themselves. Although no guests had been invited today, with only Wang Ye's family and Angelina's family present, a total of six people.
Still, nothing could be handled carelessly. After all, they were about to hold a wedding.
In truth, such formalities meant little to Wang Ye and Angelina. Nor could they possibly register their marriage. They simply wanted to complete the marriage ceremony in the presence of both sets of parents.
So there was not even a wedding officiant today. Ordinarily, that role should have been filled by the man with the highest seniority or status on the groom's side.
Wang Ye had simply omitted all of that.
Near noon, Wang Xueqing came to tell Wang Ye that a guest had arrived—the representative sent by the few big shots she had mentioned yesterday.
A "guest" like this naturally could not be ignored, so Wang Ye received the representative who had come to offer congratulations in the reception room.
The man was in his forties, neatly dressed and refined in manner. He introduced himself as the director of a certain office.
"Mr. Wang, Mr. Hu asked me to convey his blessings, along with those of several colleagues, to you and Ms. Angelina.
"May you have a happy marriage and grow old together.
"This is a small token from them. It is called National Gift Porcelain, and it is not particularly valuable..."
As he spoke, he lifted a large box he had brought with him. It looked quite heavy as he placed it in front of Wang Ye.
The exterior of the large box was unremarkable, but the porcelain piece inside was truly exquisite.
Although Wang Ye knew nothing about