"Who's the unlucky soul marrying the Zheng Family's son in a vegetative state?"
The voice pulled Ning Shile back from his thoughts.
He shook his head in confusion, then looked around.
My head hurts...
What just happened?
"Unlucky? Please, let me be that unlucky," said the waiter by the door. "That's the Zheng Family! The elite of the elite! The richest family in Imperial City, worth hundreds of billions! To marry into that family, forget a man in a vegetative state—I'd even marry his father!"
The Zheng Family?
A son in a vegetative state?
Ning Shile took a moment to process it, and something seemed to come back to him.
Today was the engagement banquet for Zheng Ye, the richest man in the Imperial Capital. He had no idea how his dad had gotten an invitation to such an important occasion.
"What are you standing around for?" Ning Father took a glass of champagne from the waiter and handed it to Ning Shile. "Go make yourself known to the Zheng Family!"
Ning Shile looked up at Ning Father. For some reason, those words felt familiar, too.
Even the scene felt familiar, as though he had been here before.
"What are you standing around for?" Ning Father nudged him again.
Ning Shile blinked, hesitating to speak.
But the feeling was too strange, and he had no idea how to put it into words. He could only take the champagne and head toward the main table.
Zheng Father and Zheng Mother were sitting at the seats of honor, exchanging pleasantries with the guests.
The closer he got to them, the stronger that feeling became.
His heart beat rapidly, and his palms began to sweat—not from nerves, but from joy.
It was so strange. This was clearly their first meeting, so why did