Scenes as grandiose as this were a spectacle the crowd seldom witnessed once a year.
If no one were to maintain order, they would surely rush in for a quick glimpse.
"What's going on?"
Shen Cheng turned her head to look at the man beside her, eyebrows tightly knit, unable to relax.
Shi Yu gazed deeply at her, lifted her arm clad in a white glove to his sensual, thin lips, and planted a kiss.
A satisfied smile graced his lips, like a cat that had stolen a treat, "I'm giving you a perfect wedding."
Shen Cheng: "..."
Such a big event as a wedding, and he hadn't informed her in advance?
And when had this man prepared for it?
Didn't it require her consent?
Screech—
At that moment, a sudden, sharp screeching of brakes echoed.
Shen Cheng turned to look and saw a red Ferrari make a beautiful drift, stopping right at the bottom of the steps.
The car door opened, and out stepped a young man in a sharp suit, his face bearing a roguish smile, looking handsome and wild.
