"Oh, come on, Meng Zhiyuan! Get up! We're going to be late!"
Jiang Ze nudged the man lying in bed, hurriedly grabbed the clothes beside him, and began pulling them on.
Before he was even halfway dressed, the man stretched out an arm and pulled him close.
"...Baby... don't we still have time...?"
His low, husky voice was still thick with sleep. Jiang Ze helplessly caught his wandering hand.
"Whose fault is it for having no restraint last night? If we take any longer, we'll be late for our own wedding!"
"Wow... how many people called us...?"
Jiang Ze pulled on his clothes while checking all the missed calls on his phone.
Meng Zhiyuan propped his head up and watched him bustle around, his lips curving.
"Don't rush. I arranged everything yesterday. Once you go downstairs and get your makeup done, someone will guide you through the whole thing."
Jiang Ze gave him a doubtful look. He seemed utterly composed, as though he wasn't worried at all.
He secretly pursed his lips. Was he the only one panicking on their wedding day?
They had arrived on the island a week before the wedding. Apparently, it was the Meng Family's private island overseas, and the surroundings were lovely.
After getting ready, they went downstairs and, sure enough, found several people waiting with professional makeup supplies.
Meng Zhiyuan bent down to kiss Jiang Ze's face and stroked his head reassuringly.
"Get ready here, sweetheart. I'll come back for you in a bit."
Jiang Ze waved him off and let the people beside him work on his face.
The wedding was held outdoors. The red carpet stretched across almost half the island, and flowers and balloons filled the entire venue.
Dressed in a pristine white suit, Jiang Ze stood with his arm