He was bound by many things, unable to escape them, in order to stabilize the family's century-old foundation.
His arch-nemesis was none other than the seventh son of the Qing family, his seventh uncle, Qing Sihhuai.
Today was his wedding day, and Qing Sihhuai had returned.
The wedding was scheduled to commence precisely at eleven o'clock.
Meng Jingwei bustled back and forth at the wedding venue. Because her face bore an uncanny resemblance to Li Yun'er's, she wore a black mask to avoid any unnecessary trouble.
In the hall, filled with guests, everyone was watching the dance on stage.
Meng Jingwei glanced at her wristwatch; it was already half-past ten. She gripped her walkie-talkie and called out, "It's already half-past ten. Host, make the final preparations. Absolutely ensure that..."
Mid-sentence, someone suddenly tapped her on the shoulder.
Meng Jingwei turned her head and saw a man with slicked-back hair, a short beard, and deep, sculpted features that exuded a high-fashion, model-like aura. Most striking were his beautiful, captivating, deep blue eyes, which immediately revealed his mixed heritage.
He was dressed in a gray suit, with a black tank top underneath, and wore a black obsidian diamond-shaped necklace.
"You, are you Meng Jingwei?"
The man, hands tucked into his trouser pockets, fixed his deep, dark blue gaze upon her.
Meng Jingwei's eyebrows furrowed slightly, a hint of surprise in her expression.
She was wearing a mask, and this was her first time meeting the man before her, yet he had recognized her identity at a glance.
"Mr. Qing, do you need something from me?" she asked.
"Oh, you know me?"
"Qing Sihhuai, the seventh son of the Qing family. Although I haven't met you, Mr. Qing, I've heard a lot about you."
If not for the Qing family, she might not know Qing Sihhuai now.
However, because Old Mrs. Qing had repeatedly tried to introduce Qing Sihhuai to her as a potential partner, and she had seen his photograph, she was naturally familiar with him.
"Haha, it's a great honor to be remembered by a beauty like you."
Qing Sihhuai possessed a model's striking face, and his voice was as melodious as a voice actor's. When he curved his lips into a smile, his handsome face took on a devilishly unrestrained charm.
Meng Jingwei couldn't help but remark on the Qing family's formidable genetics, how could every member be so handsome?
However, she found Qing Muye's handsomeness to be conventional, unlike Qing Sihhuai, whose appearance was somewhat menacing. While undeniably handsome, he didn't look like a good person at first glance.
Out of politeness, Meng Jingwei gently pulled down her mask, offering a smile. "Mr. Qing, you are too kind. May I ask... what do you need me for?"
"Since you are Old Mrs. Qing's god-granddaughter, you can just call me Seventh Uncle," Qing Sihhuai said.
This was because Qing Sihhuai was conceived when Old Master Qing had an affair with a foreign woman while drunk.