In the blink of an eye, Zhou Qiang's wedding was only a week away.
Wang Xiaoliang, Zhou Qiang, and Huang Xueli met at their usual spot, Old Sichuan, to go over the wedding details one last time.
"Xueli, you're the best man." Zhou Qiang pointed at Huang Xueli.
Then he turned to Wang Xiaoliang. "Xiaoliang, I'll need you to put in some extra work as the coordinator. You'll have to keep an eye on everything."
Zhou Qiang wasn't having a big wedding this time. It couldn't compare with Liu Xinyu's back then. Of his university classmates, he had only invited Huang Xueli, and he hadn't invited a single employee from his own company. As he put it, his main guests were Liu Xinyu and his wife. He had also invited Hu Yang and An Peiwen, but unfortunately, they were abroad and couldn't come, so Luo Bisheng would represent them.
The remaining guests were all relatives, friends, classmates, and colleagues of the bride, Li Lanxiang.
Zhou Qiang himself said, "It's mainly for her. I want her to have her moment of glory."
That was what he said, but Wang Xiaoliang could see clearly that Zhou Qiang seemed a little out of it. As he spoke, his gaze had wandered who knew where. His mind was obviously elsewhere.
They soon finalized the details of the proceedings.
All the dishes arrived, and the glasses were filled.
The wound on Wang Xiaoliang's hand had already scabbed over and no longer bothered him, but he still waved off the drinks and didn't touch a drop.
If he went home reeking of alcohol, getting past Wei Zijin wouldn't be easy.
Zhou Qiang, however, was acting out of character today. He and Huang Xueli drank glass after glass, and before long, they had emptied a bottle of