Wei Hanyan couldn’t kick the door open and ultimately had to resort to having someone fetch a ladder to climb into the second floor and yank the blankets off.
Zhong Ziyan helplessly clung to her pillow as Wei Hanyan dragged her out of bed and pushed her forward. “There are still six hours left…”
“Only six hours left!!” Wei Hanyan stomped her foot. “Little Auntie, have you forgotten how long it took us yesterday?”
Zhong Ziyan: “……” Yesterday was just the rehearsal, plus the time the two stylists spent deliberating—three hours in total.
“Little Uncle is already up!” Wei Hanyan added. “He doesn’t need nearly as much time to change and get ready!”
Zhong Ziyan forced her drooping eyes open. “Really?” If the boss was this diligent, then I suppose I should…
“Of course!” Wei Hanyan declared with full confidence.
However, when Zhong Ziyan extended her mental senses to locate Wei Hanyun, she found him still sound asleep.
Zhong Ziyan reached for her phone. “…Then I’ll just call him to say good morning.”
Wei Hanyan flusteredly stopped her. “Oh, Little Auntie, I told you there’s no time! And today I’m the bridesmaid—you haven’t even seen my dress yet, right? Don’t I need time to change and get styled too?”
Through coaxing, trickery, and a bit of acting cute, Wei Hanyan managed to drag Zhong Ziyan into the makeup room by 5:30 a.m.
After a rushed morning routine, Zhong Ziyan yawned and dozed off within minutes of sitting in the comfortable chair.
Wei Hanyan stepped out for just three minutes, only to return and find Zhong Ziyan already slumped back in the chair, deep in a power nap. “……”
“She really didn’t need to be woken up this early,” Hua Shuangshuang remarked dryly.
“I was worried about unexpected delays,” Wei Hanyan shrugged. “It’s fine—as long as Little Auntie is here. We’ll just work quietly.”
……
By the time Zhong Ziyan woke from her nap, it was only 6:50 a.m.
—What kind of human suffering is a wedding ceremony?
Hua Shuangshuang was the first to notice Zhong Ziyan stirring and handed her a glass of water. “Miss Zhong, would you like a drink? You can wait a bit before changing into your dress.”
“Five more hours to go,” Zhong Ziyan took the glass and posed the existential question. “Are we supposed to spend all of it here?”
Hua Shuangshuang: “Or perhaps you could invite some of your female friends over to chat and pass the time?”
Zhong Ziyan: “……” The memory of last night’s scene flashed in her mind, and she lowered her head to sip the water.
Captain Zhong feared nothing in this world—except women arguing. You couldn’t hit them, you couldn’t scold them, and when they both turned to her demanding, “Who do you think is right?!”—she’d rather take on a T-rex barehanded.
“Besides, the next few hours won’t be idle for you,” Hua Shuangshuang said with a smile.
She wasn’t wrong. Shortly after 7 a.m., Old Madam Yu arrived with a beaming smile, pressed a thick red envelope into Zhong Ziyan’s hands, and stayed for a chat before leaving.
At 8 a.m., Wei’s Mother brought breakfast snacks, feeding Zhong Ziyan while keeping her company for over half an hour.
By 9 a.m., Wei Second Sister-in-law had arrived, regaling Zhong Ziyan with every embarrassing childhood story of Wei Ziqian, laughing so hard she nearly toppled over—truly a mother of legend.
By the time Wei Second Sister-in-law waved goodbye, the clock on the wall showed nearly 10 a.m.
Hua Shuangshuang stepped out to take a call and returned with a lavish breakfast spread, her expression slightly odd. “Miss Zhong, Assistant Fang delivered this on Mr. Wei’s orders. He was concerned everyone might be hungry.”
Zhong Ziyan was starving, but with no one else mentioning food, she’d been subsisting on the few bites of snacks Wei’s Mother had brought.
Now, faced with steaming hot dishes, she immediately straightened up.
She sent Wei Hanyun a quick thank-you sticker borrowed from Wei Hanyan, set her phone aside, and picked up her chopsticks.
Finally, time passed more efficiently. After finishing the boss’s thoughtful breakfast, Zhong Ziyan changed into her wedding dress and accessories—just in time for 11:30 a.m.
Old Master Wei and the car meant to escort her had already arrived outside the cottage. The ceremony was now just thirty minutes away.
“Thank goodness, even after breakfast, your stomach’s still flat—truly an immortal’s physique…” Wei Hanyan muttered under her breath as she helped Zhong Ziyan downstairs.
Zhong Ziyan glanced at Wei Hanyan’s nervously trembling high heels and steadied her instead.
“Why am I so nervous when I’m not even the one getting married?” Wei Hanyan clutched Zhong Ziyan’s hand tightly.
Zhong Ziyan: “…Have some chocolate to calm down.”
“There’s no time!” Wei Hanyan reflexively protested before taking a deep breath. “Okay, okay—I’m fine now. Little Auntie, let’s go.”
……
Inside the Rolls-Royce, Old Master Wei kept checking his watch. “Why aren’t they here yet? Should I go up and slip a door-opening red envelope? Shouldn’t that brat Hanyun come carry her down?”
The butler: “Please remain calm, sir. The professional team will ensure the young madam arrives on time.”
Old Master Wei was still agitated. “What if she suddenly changes her mind? That happens sometimes, doesn’t it?”
The driver: “……”
The butler: “……” His gaze flicked to the window, and he exhaled in relief. “The young madam is here.”
To ensure the bridal car could smoothly travel from the seaside to the ceremony site, the construction team had worked overtime to pave a new road—one that allowed the luxury vehicle, not designed for sandy terrain, to traverse the distance without issue.
And to protect the priceless wedding dress from dragging or getting dirty, the path extended right up to the cottage door, ensuring Zhong Ziyan’s first step outside landed on pristine, freshly cleaned ground.
Zhong Ziyan, supporting Wei Hanyan, stepped out and nodded at Old Master Wei as he emerged from the car. “Hello.”
Old Master Wei nodded back with utmost solemnity. “Get in the car.”
“Alright.” Zhong Ziyan couldn’t help but notice he seemed even more nervous than she was—as if he feared she might rip off her skirt and bolt at any moment.
Wei Hanyan, the sole bridesmaid, followed closely into the limousine, exhaling shakily as she fanned herself. “I’m so nervous, so nervous. I won’t calm down until Grandfather hands you over to Little Uncle.”
Zhong Ziyan handed her a chocolate bar she’d grabbed on the way out. “Here, eat this.”
Wei Hanyan: “Thanks…? Wait, Little Auntie, where did you even pull this from?”
……
In the “Elven Kingdom”—seemingly lifted straight from a fantasy film—the guests had long since taken their seats, awaiting the bride’s entrance and the official start of the ceremony.
The towering white birch trees filtered the midday sun, softening its glare into a gentle glow.
Second Miss, leveraging her role, had secured the prime vantage point—a spot barely a meter from the aisle—with a camera in hand.
On the opposite side stood the professional team hired to document the wedding, though the footage would never be released to the public. That left Second Miss as the sole bridge between this event and the outside world.
After weighing the options, she’d opted for recorded footage over live streaming—at least this way, she could blur out any unintended appearances in post-production.
But short clips that avoided capturing faces? Those were fair game.
An hour earlier, Second Miss Wei Hanyan had arrived at the wedding venue ahead of time and, while the crowd was still sparse, captured a dreamlike scene in a short ten-second video to post online—a teaser for what was to come.
She had prepared meticulously, selecting the most flattering angles and lighting for the video. No special effects were needed; the venue itself was the grandest spectacle. The camera panned out from the woods and vines adorned with tiny white flowers, finally resting on the palace-like high platform at the end—like something out of a sweet dream.
[Live Stream Maniac Second Miss: Look at this wedding venue—the bride’s aisle is literally built over flowing seawater, and the roses lining the path were airlifted in just today. Yesterday, there wasn’t a single one in sight. I asked around, and apparently, they used over 90,000 of these roses alone… [video]]
Comments:
[?? Don’t try to fool me with movie clips—I’ve seen things.]
[A million-dollar wedding flexing in real time?]
[Underestimate much? This is easily a hundred-million-level wedding. Just think about the cost of building these venues on a private island and transporting everything.]
[When does the wedding start? I need to see the live stream!! I need to witness the unimaginably gorgeous wedding dress of the ultra-rich!]
As Second Miss nervously checked the settings on her DSLR, the doors at the end of the seawater aisle were pulled open from the inside by two attendants.
Her spirits instantly lifted, and she raised her camera to focus on the entrance.
—Blinding sunlight poured through the doors as two figures emerged from the glow, stepping forward slowly.
Second Miss adjusted her lens to focus on the bride. When Zhong Ziyan’s figure came into sharp clarity within the frame, she exhaled in awe. “My god…”
Even though she had seen Zhong Ziyan’s face before, the sheer, almost otherworldly beauty left her stunned for a couple of seconds. Instinctively, she kept the camera trained on Zhong Ziyan.
No one could deny that Zhong Ziyan’s wedding shoes looked like they’d been plucked straight from a fairy tale, or that her dress—adorned with priceless gemstones—was anything less than dazzling. Nor could anyone criticize the radiant crown set with red diamonds as anything but breathtaking.
Yet the moment Zhong Ziyan appeared on camera, all these extravagant accessories became mere accents to her presence.
No matter how astronomically expensive the attire and jewels were, their sole purpose was to make her shine even brighter.
Second Miss unconsciously swallowed hard, then noticed Zhong Ziyan casually glancing toward her lens—pausing for a second.
As if… acknowledging her?
The thought gave Second Miss pause.
But the moment was enough to snap her back to reality. She immediately began stepping backward along the aisle, keeping Zhong Ziyan—who was walking toward the high platform on Old Master Wei’s arm—centered in the shot.
…So engrossed was she that Second Miss didn’t even realize she had accidentally hit the live stream button instead of recording.
The eager audience in her livestream had witnessed everything in real time.
[The fairy goddess just looked at me!!]
[(Rubbing eyes) Is she glowing?!?!]
[Holy crap, the Goddess of Fortune from the Dawn Foundation is this stunning?? And she chooses to make a living by throwing money around instead of modeling?! Mom, I’m jealous either way!]
[That wedding dress is too beautiful—it’s literally sparkling with the aura of wealth!! MY EYES AAAAA]
[Those expensive roses airlifted in this morning are blocking my view of the goddess—damn it!]
[Wait, wait, hold on—isn’t the elderly man beside the Goddess of Fortune… Old Master Wei from the Wei family…?]
[…Wait, does that mean the groom is…??]
[I recognize the emcee’s voice—isn’t that the famous host from CCTV?!]
When the groom’s face finally appeared in Second Miss’s livestream, the comments exploded in an instant, flooding the screen with just three words:
[WEI HANYUN?!?!]
Within seconds, the livestream crashed entirely.
System Notification: The livestream you’re watching has been overwhelmed by traffic~
