Yu Youqian and Ou Ruoxuan were especially fond of this wedding gift.
In the blink of an eye, the day of Ou Ruoxuan's wedding arrived.
Ou Ruoxuan felt that, since this was her second marriage, a modest wedding would do.
But Yu Youqian disagreed. He wanted everyone under heaven to know that, from this day forward, Ou Ruoxuan was his wife.
Yu Youqian took this wedding very seriously and personally handled every arrangement.
On the day of Ou Ruoxuan's wedding, red carpets covered every road Yu Youqian would take to fetch his bride, and both sides were hung with red lanterns and red silk flowers.
From the festive streets, everyone could see how much importance the groom's family placed on this wedding.
Song Yaoyao had attended quite a few wedding banquets, both grand and modest.
But this wedding was clearly the one that had received the most care.
When Song Yaoyao and the others arrived, the main hall was bustling.
Everyone was looking at the wedding poster of Yu Youqian and Ou Ruoxuan hanging in the hall.
Yu Youqian had hung the poster right in the center of the main hall, where it would be the first thing anyone saw upon entering.
Everyone showered the poster with praise:
"This painting is so lifelike! You can even make out every strand of the bride's hair!"
"What I really want to know is who painted it."
"I want to know too. My older cousin is getting married next month, and this would be perfect for her.
I'll have to ask around later."
"This is wonderful. I've never seen a portrait like this before."
Song Yaoyao felt rather smug as she listened. She had taken that photograph, after all. It was the only one of its kind under heaven.
Guagua: [Tsk, tsk,