The clamor of the wedding banquet gradually faded, and the bustling banquet hall began to empty out.
The wedding guests left the hotel one after another. The students from Jiang University were still brimming with excitement, clamoring to explore the shopping district. The four who had come from Sichuan-Chongqing called out that they wanted to find a mahjong parlor and play all night.
Some of the guys refused to leave. They wanted to play wedding-night pranks and humiliate Liu Xinyu.
But Fu Zhaojun said, "We don't have that wedding-night prank tradition here."
Only then did they leave, somewhat reluctantly.
Fu Zhaojun called over the floor manager and asked for two more tables to be set.
They were for the relatives and friends who had been busy since the first light of dawn.
They all looked worn out now.
They really did seem exhausted, and hungry too.
The hotel specially arranged a lavish spread for those who had helped.
The dishes arrived one after another, steaming hot and fragrant, but no one at the table picked up their chopsticks.
Liu Xinyu had not arrived yet.
Yang Qingyu picked up the serving chopsticks, took a tender piece of fish belly, and gently placed it on Wei Zijin's plate.
"Let's eat. Don't wait for them."
"Everyone's worked so hard today. Eat up."
By "them," Yang Qingyu meant Liu Xinyu and Wang Xiaoliang.
At that moment, Liu Xinyu and Wang Xiaoliang were in the private dining room where An Peiwen was.
All the other guests in the room had left, leaving just the three of them. Several uniformed servers were quietly clearing up, moving very gently for fear of disturbing them.
A faint scent of alcohol and food still lingered in the air.
An Peiwen leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed.
"Old Hu