The woman dripping with jewels was Pan's Father's older sister, Pan Lijuan.
The moment she opened her mouth, her nastiness showed.
She had deliberately said that to disgust Pan Xiaorou's family, and Song Xiaotian along with them.
Fortunately, Song Xiaotian stayed calm on an occasion like this. He held himself back from exploding.
I looked at Pan's Father's and Pan's Mother's expressions. They looked terribly embarrassed and had no idea what to say.
Meng Yifan and I hurried to smooth things over.
"Chinese or Western, either kind of wedding is fine."
"If you really want to compare them, a Chinese wedding certainly doesn't lose out to a Western one."
"What matters is that the bride and groom like it."
It's not like you're the one getting married, you aging woman. What business is it of yours what kind of wedding they have?
The old woman smiled, then started stirring up trouble again.
"That's true. What matters is that the young people like it."
"But I think holding a wedding is so exhausting. It's one thing to go to all this trouble for a first marriage, but for a second marriage, I really don't think it's necessary at all."
At those words, Pan's Father and Pan's Mother could barely hide their embarrassment.
What the fuck? This went far beyond not knowing where to draw the line.
She was practically climbing onto her hosts' heads and taking a shit on their big day.
I saw Song Xiaotian clench his fists.
If it hadn't been an occasion like this, and if she hadn't been an elder, he might have started hitting someone again.
Pan's Father said, "Sis, you can't put it that way. This is young Song's first marriage, and our in-laws take these customs very seriously. They're willing to put so much