August 8 was sunny, with a gentle breeze.
The Hyatt Hotel in Jiangcheng gleamed with opulence.
The master Chen Xiaoying's family had consulted had calculated correctly. Today really was a good day for a wedding. Aside from being a little hot, there was nothing wrong with it.
In the center of the hall, a T-shaped stage resembled a white jade ruyi scepter. The horizontal section was the ceremony platform, while the vertical section was the magpie bridge that would lead the bride to happiness. At the end of the bridge stood two sparkling towers: one of champagne, the other of cake.
During the rehearsal, Director Dong from the wedding planning company had talked with spit flying, saying the champagne tower symbolized love flowing on forever, while the cake tower symbolized a life of sweetness.
Wang Xiaoliang had been sitting below the stage, silently repeating the words from the Book of Fate.
To understand things was much like understanding people.
Love flowing on forever? A life of sweetness? To him, this was nothing more than a sales gimmick cooked up by the wedding planners together with the cake and champagne sellers. They used beautiful symbolism and an elaborate sense of ceremony to target women's wallets with precision.
But once those two towers stood there, they gave everyone a very tangible impression.
If they collapsed, love would spill all over the floor, and sweetness would shatter into crumbs.
So someone had to keep a close watch on them. Wang Xiaoliang was responsible for the cake tower, while two of the groom Zhao Shengkai's relatives watched the champagne tower.
At first, Wang Xiaoliang had thought it would be an easy job. All he had to do was sit there. The cake tower had stainless steel supports underneath and was solid as a rock.