Xie Zhu looked furious and was about to step forward to teach that clueless woman a lesson when Ji Yun'er tugged at his sleeve. "Let it go. This is a happy occasion. Don't let it bother you."
With that, Ji Yun'er turned to Cong Xiaoxiao. "Miss, it's your big day too. You should get back."
Cong Xiaoxiao still refused to accept it. More than anything, she felt fate was unfair.
They were both women, so why wasn't she that lucky?
Just then, Cong Xiaoxiao's boyfriend came rushing in.
"Xiaoxiao, I finally found you. I'm sorry. My wife's a little worked up. If she said anything unpleasant, please don't take it to heart." The man apologized with a friendly expression.
Ji Yun'er's anger subsided.
"You two should get back to your wedding too. Don't miss the auspicious time over something like this," Ji Yun'er said.
"Right, of course." The man agreed and hurriedly took Cong Xiaoxiao's hand.
"Let go of me. I'm not getting married today. Whoever wants to can go ahead." Cong Xiaoxiao flung his hand away.
The man's expression changed, and he instantly grew anxious. "Xiaoxiao, I know you're nervous, but we've spent so long preparing for this. You can't just call it off. Didn't you say you wanted a Western-style wedding? I arranged everything exactly the way you asked..."
Before he could finish, Cong Xiaoxiao suddenly interrupted him. "Ha. Well, I don't like it anymore. I like this Chinese-style feel. If you can put together something exactly like this, I'll consider it."
"Well..." The man's face fell. He said quietly, "But... I've already spent all the money I saved over the past few years on this wedding."
"You useless thing. You think you can marry me with that little money? What? Do you really think I, Cong Xiaoxiao,