404: Chapter 393 Engagement Ceremony Begins 404: Chapter 393 Engagement Ceremony Begins “It’s not my fault, boss,” Mao Shan said with an innocent face to Song Yun.
“What?
We have to go there now?”
“No shit, your wife’s checking up on you; how can you not go to show your loyalty?” Song Yun lit a cigarette and said, “It’s getting late, Mao Shan, Li Tang, Black Flood Dragon, Meng Ku, follow me.
Everyone else is free to do whatever.”
“Damn it, we have to tag along with you too,” Black Flood Dragon complained.
“When Shishi went to the party, she took your wives along for fun.
Do you really want to leave her to go home alone?” Song Yun glanced at him and said, “If you don’t want to go, it’s fine, but we’re all going.
If Little Black goes back alone, you’ll have to deal with his fury.”
“Motherfucker, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy,” Black Flood Dragon grumbled as he lit a cigarette.
“When Little Black asked me earlier if I wanted to go, I was actually encouraging it, but this is why.”
“Sigh, it’s all my wife’s fault.
Please forgive us, everyone,” Mao Shan sighed.
It had to be said that Mao Shan’s fiancee played a clever hand.
Somehow, she found out that Mao Shan was planning to go out and have fun with Song Yun and his buddies at night.
She directly contacted Song Yun’s family member, Li Shishi, asking her to invite more people to her party.
If she didn’t invite the guys’ women, perhaps Mao Shan would have played until dawn.
But if their women were at her party, then surely they would have to pick them up, right?
If it were just one or two leaving, it wouldn’t affect the party atmosphere at Mao Shan’s side too much.
But what if half of them left?
The crowd would dwindle, and soon everyone would just go their own way, back to their own homes to their own mothers.
“Alright, it’s almost eleven o’clock now.
Those who should go home, go home,” Song Yun said to Wu Li and Wang Hu.
“What about you two?
Where are you heading after this?”
“It’s not just the two of us; we still have Hua Manlou and Zhao Yan with us.”
“I’m not joining the next round.
I need to go home and get some sleep,” Zhao Yan said with a yawn.
“Don’t we still have to attend Mao Shan’s engagement party tomorrow?
Best to go home and rest up.”
“God dammit, you’re all leaving,” Hua Manlou grumbled.
“Now that it’s just the three of us left, it’s tough to split.”
Song Yun knew he was talking about the women, so he said with a laugh, “What’s the problem?
You guys are young and strong; one of you can handle three, no problem.”
“Not three, four,” Wu Li touched his nose and said, “I’m not feeling too well.
I’ll just take two; you guys can divide the other ten between yourselves.”
After saying that, Wu Li waved and left the private room with a girl on each arm.
Song Yun also waved and said, “We’re heading out too; you two have fun.”
The crowd dispersed, leaving only Hua Manlou and Wang Hu looking at each other.
Wang Hu, looking at the roomful of women, said with a bitter smile, “How do we split this?”
“Two is enough for me, the rest are all yours,” Hua Manlou said and then hurried out with two women.
Wang Hu cursed under his breath and said to the women behind him, “Sorry, beauties, I’m not feeling well tonight.
Let’s make a date some other time.”
All the people left the private room, even Wang Hu left without a woman, and those left behind stared at the empty room, momentarily stunned.
Driving to the hotel where the bachelor party was being held, just after getting out of the car they saw Qingluan sitting on the ground with her head down.
Song Yun moved in front of her to shake the nearly asleep girl and said, “Hey, girl, wake up.
If you want to sleep, go home.”
“Huh~?” Qingluan slurred as she opened her eyes, looking bleary.
“Song Yun, carry me.”
“Alright, alright,” Song Yun replied, carrying her on his back and grumbling, “Qingluan shouldn’t be drinking so much; why did you let her have all that?”
“We were drinking wine tonight.
We weren’t careful, and then this happened,” a woman came out and said apologetically.
“Sorry, Brother Song, we even disrupted your party.”
“It’s okay.
You must be Mao Shan’s fiancee, right?
I wish you both a long life together.
We’ll meet at the engagement party tomorrow,” Song Yun said with a smile as he put Qingluan into the car.
Since out of all the women, only Li Shishi and Liu Ran were relatively sober, and since Li Shishi was more experienced than Liu Ran, who had only just reached legal driving age recently, Song Yun trusted Li Shishi’s driving.
So, the two women drove themselves and the rest away.
When Song Yun got home, he found Qingluan asleep in the car, using his thigh as a pillow.
Helplessly shrugging his shoulders, Song Yun carried her back to the room and went to take a shower himself.
Even though he knew one shouldn’t bathe after drinking, he preferred to deal with the physical effects rather than going to sleep smelling of alcohol.
The next day, when he woke up at nine in the morning, Song Yun changed his clothes and saw that the ladies had already gotten ready.
Even Qingluan, who had drunk herself silly last night, was now busily preparing to go out.
“You all woke up quite early,” Song Yun said, coming down the stairs with a smile.
“Of course, we don’t want to be like some lazy pig, sleeping until after nine,” Li Yueyue glared at Song Yun.
“Hehe, who made these last few days exhausting,” Song Yun said, chuckling, touching his nose.
“By the way, Shishi, in the rush last night, I didn’t ask what Mao Shan’s fiancee’s name is.
Give me a quick rundown so I don’t make a fool of myself over there.”
“There’s nothing to tell, Mao Shan’s fiancee’s name is Luo Zi; her grandfather is the Chief of Staff of the Sunan Military Region.
That’s all I know.
Our relationship is just average; there’s not much of an intertwining of interests.
I was a bit puzzled when she called me yesterday to invite me to the party, but then she said she was marrying Mao Shan, and it all clicked,” Li Shishi said, shrugging her shoulders.
“Alright, seems like she’s not an easy one to mess with.
Mao Shan can have fun dealing with the hardships later.
Did that Luo Zi give you an invitation last night?”
“Yes, it’s all here.
Hurry up and have something to eat; we plan to head over there by ten,” Li Shishi laughed, waving the invitation in her hand.
After eating a few slices of bread and drinking a cup of milk, Song Yun said, “Looks like if I don’t get up and go out to buy food, you guys make do with this.”
“We went to bed late last night,” Qingluan said with a cheerful smile.
“Song Yun, hurry up with your breakfast; I can’t wait to go see Mao Shan and Luo Zi’s engagement ceremony.”
“I’m full now; let’s head over,” Song Yun said, patting his belly.
So, the group set off in two cars toward the engagement venue, a famously luxurious five-star hotel in Sunan.
The 11th floor of the hotel specialized in wedding services and could accommodate more than two hundred people at once.
Since this event had a political marriage component, both the Xu Family and the Luo Family placed great importance on this engagement ceremony.
They had invited almost all the local dignitaries from Sunan.
Song Yun had initially thought they would keep it low-key, but then he thought better of it.
If a political marriage didn’t showcase itself proudly, who would know about the union of the two families?
The engagement ceremony was not just a formality; it was also a declaration of the Xu Family’s status in the Sunan circle.
Upon arriving and seeing Mao Shan acting as the welcoming host, Song Yun walked up with the ladies and said with a smile, “Not bad, dressed up like a bridegroom.”
Mao Shan pulled at his suit uncomfortably and said, “Motherfucker, this suit really is uncomfortable.
I said I’d be fine with casual clothes, but Luo Zi sent me this suit last night.”
“Oh, come on, suffering a bit for your future happiness isn’t too bad,” Song Yun patted his shoulder and laughed.
“That’s true.
Li Tang and the others have already gone up to the 11th floor.
You should go too,” Mao Shan said before sighing and muttering, “Damn it, why the hell did she have to pick me to be the greeter?”
“Haha, do you really want your grandfather to do it?
The face of the Xu Family is all on him; how could he possibly come down to greet people?” Song Yun said jovially.
“You keep on with your welcoming; we’re heading up.”