The elders on both sides were delighted to see the young couple marry, so the atmosphere between them was naturally cheerful and lively.
The wedding discussions went very smoothly, and both sides agreed on a traditional Chinese wedding.
The Lee Family came from Shanghai. Although they were now established on Hong Kong Island, they did not admire the Foreigners' ways.
That much was evident from the Lee Family home's classic Suzhou garden architecture.
Most importantly, Zhou Quan disliked the Foreigners' ways to his very core.
Chinese style was the finest. How could a Western wedding possibly match the elegance and grandeur of a Chinese wedding?
Zhou Quan might have been one of the younger generation, but his standing was certainly not low.
His influence within the Police Force might not have matched that of his uncle by marriage, Wong Bing Yiu.
But measured seriously, even an ordinary Assistant Commissioner had to treat Sir Kwan with courtesy.
Even a Senior Assistant Commissioner, one rank higher, had to show Sir Kwan some consideration.
Otherwise, why would SACP Ho have treated Zhou Quan with such courtesy not long ago?
After all, SACP Ho was nominally Zhou Quan's immediate superior.
Although they were at home now, the family elders still had to take Zhou Quan's wishes into account.
As for Oswald, he had received a conventional Western education.
His household also followed a largely Western lifestyle, but he had never worshipped foreign things.
Besides, Zhou Quan and Au Wing-yan had already discussed and agreed on these matters.
The elders on both sides were merely working out all the details.
"Brother Oswald, do you think we should ask a fortune-telling master to calculate a date for Zhou Quan and Siu Yan's wedding?"
After most of the arrangements had been discussed, Lee Man-bun smiled and raised