The bride, Feng Qingyun, dressed very appropriately today. She didn't wear the Golden-Silver Dragon-Phoenix Robe she brought back from Hong Kong. Instead, she donned a red blouse with a black skirt, her hair tied up, and without any makeup, her bright eyes and white teeth, snow-white skin, and rosy lips stood out. Her only accessory was a watch — a betrothal gift from the Rong Family — which matched the one Li Jiaoyang wore with his white shirt and black trousers.
The long-anticipated wedding went off without a hitch, and the smile never left Li Jiaoyang's face.
As the elder brother, Rong Yuan made a point to return for his younger brother's wedding, patting his brother's shoulder, "People say to establish family and career, and now you've finally established a family. I'm very happy. As for your career, you have to work hard and make sure you're not outdone by your wife."
Li Jiaoyang smiled slightly, "Rest assured, Brother, we already have our own plans."
