The guests, still worked up after the commotion during the wedding bouquet toss, grew even more excited at the wedding banquet.
Several people who knew more about Yan Feizhuo and Sheng Nian's relationship were surrounded and plied with glass after glass of alcohol, pressed to tell more sweet stories about the couple's romance.
Everyone toasted one another, slyly egging each other on, and the banquet was even livelier than the wedding.
On his wedding day, Yan Feizhuo did not dispute their practically fabricated accounts. Instead, he looked relaxed, holding Sheng Nian's hand and watching their antics with a slight smile.
Wearing Chinese-style toast outfits custom-made by the old tailor, the two went from table to table offering toasts.
The first few tables held their boisterous friends and relatives, while the later ones held business partners, company employees, and the like. By the end of the round of toasts, Sheng Nian was utterly exhausted.
The banquet could go on until the early hours, but tonight was Yan Feizhuo and Sheng Nian's wedding night. They left after one round of toasts, leaving the task of entertaining the remaining guests, friends, and relatives to Sheng Nian's two old fathers.
Back at the villa with just the two of them, Sheng Nian immediately abandoned Yan Feizhuo and went into the bathroom, emerging after washing up in a comfortable set of pajamas.
Amused, Yan Feizhuo watched him head straight for the big bed after his bath, pull over the cash gifts they had received that day, and start counting the money like a little money-grubber.
Shaking his head with a smile, he gathered his clothes and went to wash up too.
Sheng Nian was happily counting money when System 01100's mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
[Congratulations on your marriage, host!]
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