"What kind of talented young man can catch my eye?" Chu Xue said haughtily, with disdain.
Li Yun'er felt sarcastic, but she maintained a gentle and dignified demeanor, "Chuchu, one cannot be fixated on a single tree. Moreover, Brother Muye is going to marry me, why do you still linger on him?"
Her words were subtly, or not so subtly, mocking Chu Xue.
The dozen or so classmates around nodded in agreement, finding Li Yun'er's words very reasonable.
"Yes, Chu Xue, Qing Muye is going to marry the campus belle, you should give up that thought."
"Chu Xue, believe you will find a better husband."
"That would only be if you looked abroad. Within China, the most promising and accomplished young talent is undoubtedly Young Master Qing."
"Alas, Young Master Qing is also my idol, but he and Yun'er are truly a perfect match, a match made in heaven. I... I am so envious of Yun'er."
"Yes, yes, among our classmates, Yun'er is the most outstanding. Otherwise, why would Young Master Qing like her?"
...
The classmates chimed in, infuriating Chu Xue to the point of turning pale, but she couldn't lash out, so she offered a perfunctory blessing, "Qing Muye is just someone I liked. If I were to get married, I truly wouldn't fancy him. However, I still wish you both a happy wedding."
Li Yun'er saw her feigned superiority but chose not to expose it.
Today was her wedding, and she didn't want to bring bad luck.
At nine in the morning, eighteen license-plate-less Bentley cars appeared like a long dragon at the entrance of Dragon Stream Villa, lined up in neat rows.
Fireworks were set off at the festively decorated entrance of the Li family home, and a red carpet was laid from the outside all the way to the villa's main hall.
Qing Muye, dressed in a sharp suit, descended from his car. He did not intentionally offer a smiling face to the congratulations and photographs of the crowd.
According to custom, there is a tradition of blocking the door to ask for red envelopes during a wedding.
However, the groom's party was led by Qing Muye, and with the eight suited bodyguards behind him, no one dared to act presumptuously.
"Muye has arrived."
"Haha, Muye looks so handsome today."
Li Fu'an and Zhao Ruolan saw Qing Muye and went to greet him, saying flatteringly.
Qing Muye, as aloof as ever, ignored the celebratory wedding decorations inside the villa and asked coldly, "Where is Yun'er?"
"She's upstairs, waiting for you upstairs. Hurry up, don't miss the auspicious hour," Zhao Ruolan said.
The man strode upstairs to Li Yun'er's room. His classmates were at the doorway. Upon seeing Qing Muye's magnificent countenance, it inevitably drew a flurry of shrieks and exclamations.
"My goodness, Young Master Qing's aura is so powerful!"
"He didn't even dress up intentionally, but he's truly too handsome."
"An idol, a hundred times more handsome than on television, ahhhh, Yun'er is too lucky, I'm green with envy."
"Is this the deep, three-dimensional facial features from novels, comparable to a model's face? I'm in love, deeply in love."
"Alas, he's ultimately someone we can never have."
...
As they spoke, everyone took out their phones to take pictures and videos of Qing Muye.
Meanwhile, Chu Xue, like a proud black swan, made a high-profile appearance in a strapless black gown, intending to steal everyone's thunder.
She walked up to Qing Muye and said with a cold smile, "Congratulations, Young Master Qing."
The Qing and Chu families had been on good terms for two generations, so he was naturally familiar with Chu Xue. However, he could not develop any good feelings for this woman.
He swept his cold gaze up and down Chu Xue, his thin lips parting slightly, "Thanks."
He only spoke one sentence to her, then bypassed Chu Xue and went directly into the bedroom.
In the bedroom, Li Yun'er sat before the dressing table, quietly awaiting Qing Muye's arrival.
Only when the stunning man, dressed in a black suit with his short hair slicked back to a high sheen, appeared behind her did her anxious heart finally settle.
In the mirror, she saw Qing Muye's exquisite face as cold as ever, without a trace of a smile. Li Yun'er felt a pang of sadness but managed to conceal her emotions exceptionally well in an instant.
"Brother Muye, you're here."
She stood up.
All the classmates surged into the bedroom, making the spacious room feel somewhat cramped.
"Let's go."
The man raised his hand and said to Li Yun'er.
At this moment, the classmates began to tease, "Kiss her, kiss her, carry her! You must carry her downstairs to pick her up!"
Qing Muye's stern face was filled with resistance, but in the end, he simply bent down and picked up Li Yun'er.
At that moment, leaning in Qing Muye's arms, she felt an unprecedented joy. Li Yun'er smiled radiantly, even appearing somewhat smug.
Fortunately, everyone knew that Qing Muye was naturally indifferent, so they didn't pay too much attention to his attitude.
After picking up the bride, they got into the car, and the convoy slowly set off towards the wedding hotel.
The grand wedding that caused a sensation in Lancheng was advertised everywhere. The advertising boards on both sides of the road and the large screens in the squares were filled with the wedding photos of Qing Muye and Li Yun'er.
Despite the lavish wedding ceremony with a considerable sum of money spent, Qing Muye did not perform the traditional 'door-blocking' rituals, nor did he comb the bride's hair three times, nor did he help the bride put on her shoes, and he didn't even hold the bouquet!
No matter how much money was invested, it only resulted in the groom's perfunctory participation in the wedding.
However, the Li family didn't care, and outsiders certainly wouldn't.
The wedding was held at the Imperial View Hotel in Lancheng. Li Yun'er was escorted to the presidential suite to rest.
The wedding venue was set up in the hotel's largest banquet hall on the first floor, decorated with a 'Princess Dream Castle' theme. Walking in felt like entering a fantasy castle, exuding luxury, romance, and beauty everywhere, yet also permeated with the scent of money.
Li Yun'er sat in the suite to rest, while in another suite sat Qing Muye's good friends, Tang Si, Han Yu, and Lu Yanming.
Qing Muye stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of red wine, lost in thought.
His few friends looked at each other.
Tang Si rambled, "Second Brother, I'm not trying to lecture you, but if you don't like Li Yun'er, why force yourself to get married? I think that Meng Jingwei is quite interesting. Hahaha, but now that you're married to Li Yun'er, I can consider that fiery young girl Meng Jingwei."
"Are you tired of living?"
Lu Yanming, who had just returned from abroad, kicked Tang Si, signaling him not to court disaster.
However, Han Yu, who rarely spoke, casually remarked, "Little Si is right. If you don't like her, you shouldn't get married. Although she saved your life and is carrying your child, these things can be resolved."
"Grandma Qing has Alzheimer's disease, and it's getting worse day by day. Her greatest wish now is to see Muye get married and hold her grandson."
Lu Yanming sighed.
As his words fell, the brothers fell into silence.
In the eyes of outsiders, Qing Muye was naturally indifferent and ruthless, but they knew that Qing Muye was absolutely filial and kind.
Especially since Madam Qing doted on Qing Muye, and his mother had passed away early, his father remarried and paid him little attention.
In the vast Qing family, only Madam Qing loved and doted on him.
Therefore, Qing Muye was exceptionally concerned about Madam Qing's feelings.
Especially regarding Songyu Group, which was the fruit of labor of Madam and Grandpa Qing. Qing Muye couldn't bear to see the company fall into the hands of others, so he diligently managed the company.