Chapter 1032: Chapter 1032: Mrs. Shang, Here I Come Shang Yu walked through the corridor and slowly came to stand in front of Li Qiao. He had never seen her in a traditional wedding dress, nor had she seen him in festive red. The man leaned forward, clasped her chin, and kissed the tip of her nose, “Mrs. Shang, I’m here.” Li Qiao, her brows like paintings, caressed his cheek and gently laughed, “How did you get the answer wrong?” Shang Yu’s Adam’s apple moved continuously, his forehead against hers, eyes slightly reddened with emotion, “It won’t happen again.” The two spoke sweet nothings, their faces close, while the bridesmaids had long been blocked outside by the groomsmen and the pickup team. Li Qiao’s shoes were not hidden but placed beside the bed. Shang Yu knelt on one knee, putting the bridal shoes on her, and then placed a devoted kiss on the top of her foot. Many at the scene gasped, amazed by the Overlord of the South Sea’s act of bending low for Li Qiao, moved by their love. At 8:50, Shang Yu carried Li Qiao into the marriage procession’s car, and all the family members also got into the cars. Thus, the grand wedding of Shang Shaoyan, the South Sea merchant, and Li Qiao, the Li Family’s daughter, officially began. The convoy didn’t immediately head for Qiao Mansion but instead made a round trip around the city. Everywhere they went was filled with flowers and blessings. On this day, South Sea City had its three main roads completely sealed, the entire city adorned in bouquets and festoons, helicopters providing overhead security, an unprecedented grand occasion. All LED screens in the city broadcast the procession in real-time until the vehicles drove into Qiao Mansion. Only then did the entire South Sea realize that the entire Round Island Villa had been renamed, and this would be the future home of the Overlord of the South Sea and his wife. Updates are released by novel{f}ire.net Upon arriving at the wedding venue, Li Qiao and the bridal party went to the dressing room in a standalone villa. Before entering, Xi Luo teased her from behind, “I told you, your Master Yan couldn’t let you have any regrets.” Li Qiao raised an eyebrow, slightly puzzled, “Hmm?” Xi Luo nodded inside, smiling slightly, “Go in, don’t keep us waiting too long.” The door to the dressing room was opened by Yin Mo and Nan Xin, immediately revealing a pristine, elegant wedding dress. Li Qiao raised her eyes to look over, her heartbeat quickening slightly. Even the bridal party couldn’t help but exclaim, urging Li Qiao to change quickly. The white wedding dress, representing sincerity and purity. At seven months pregnant, Li Qiao wore the custom-made wedding dress Shang Yu had crafted for her, her pregnancy not showing, the skirt flowing, the long veil trailing behind her, her entire being radiantly magnificent. Duan Shuyuan, behind her, adjusted the wedding dress while shedding tears, not only moved but overwhelmingly happy. Her precious daughter was finally wearing the most beautiful wedding dress to marry the man she loved the most. Meanwhile, Qiao Mansion was fully open, with over a hundred tables for the banquet set up in the center of the outdoor southern plaza, light music flowing through the air, and the lawn before the shade hosted the ceremonial seats. Zuo Xuan and others from the Secret Hall, along with officers from the South Sea Police Station, took charge of the wedding’s security measures. At the mansion entrance, four assistants were receiving guests, while four clerks sat together recording the guests’ wedding gifts. At this moment, a man leisurely walked over from beside a low-key Phaeton car, accompanied by an assistant. As they approached, Liuyun hurriedly stepped forward to greet, “Hello, President Qin.” This was Qin Baiyu, the fourth son of the Qin Family from Li City, who had once recuperated at Parma’s old residence as Qin Si. Qin Baiyu nodded discreetly, signaling his assistant with a glance, who immediately presented a small gift, “This is from our President Qin as a wedding gift for Master Yan, wishing the newlyweds a long and happy life together.” Wang Yue led the assistant to the clerks’ table for registration, curiously observing the bespectacled man, “Hey, what’s your name?” Wang Yue nodded in understanding, opened the card, and glanced at it, “President Qin’s ceremonial seat is in the first row, seat seventeen.” Zhuo Han thanked him, “I’ll pass it on.” Wang Yue patted Zhuo Han on the shoulder and quickly went to greet other guests. Time flew by, and more and more guests arrived. The clerks couldn’t keep up with the workload, and eventually, the brothers Wei Ang and Wei Lang had to step in to help. After a while, Wei Ang looked at his ledger, lost in thought. Flame Alliance ABCDEFG… Twenty-six letters, twenty-five people have arrived. What kind of mysterious operation is this, and who is this big shot ‘K’ that hasn’t arrived yet? Wei Ang nudged Wei Lang’s arm, pushing his ledger towards him, “Isn’t there no ‘K’ in the Flame Alliance?” Wei Lang was just about to speak when Bai Yan happened to pass by the table, casually tossing a red envelope and saying softly, “Can’t even figure out who your young mistress is, yet you still have the nerve to register?” The brothers were inexplicably reprimanded, and upon raising their heads, they shouted, “Damn!” The runaway young master from the Tan Family in Myanmar, Tan Bai, the Sect Leader of the Flame Alliance, Bai Yan. “What did he mean by that?” Wei Ang had a thought emerge but found it unbelievable. Bai Yan… Not many in the underworld didn’t know him, infamous for his ruthless methods. Wei Lang swallowed, “Is the young mistress the Flame Alliance K?” The two exchanged glances, instantly feeling deep respect for Li Qiao. Flame Alliance, once a world-renowned crime syndicate… In less than half a minute, Meng Jun from Aida State arrived with two briefcases. He handed over an invitation, which was from Shang Yu’s guests. Just as Wei Ang was about to record, Meng Jun unfocusedly clicked open the briefcases, “This one for the Godfather, this one for the little sister.” Ten million US Dollars in cash for the Godfather, a box of heavy metal machine guns for Li Qiao. The brothers were convinced, how did you manage to strut around with a box of machine guns with such strict security in South Sea? Wei Ang gripped the calligraphy brush, looking up at Meng Jun, “Who… are you?” “Governor of Aida State.” Wei Ang took a deep breath, steadied himself, deciding to act more composed and not like a country bumpkin. Then, for the next half hour, such dialogues could be heard from the registration table. For example, “Excuse me, who are you?” “Minister of Heavy Industry of Myanmar.” Or, “May I have your name?” “Xing Zinan from Naypyidaw, Myanmar.” Wei Ang looked at Xing Zinan, thinking deeply, “Mr. Xing, have we met before?” Xing Zinan exuded an intimidating aura, his teeth scraping his lower lip, speaking lowly, “The night the weapon depot exploded at Liao Mountain Military Base, were you there too?” Wei Ang shook his head silently, “No, I was in the armament district.” “Oh.” Xing Zinan replied, turned, entered the Mansion, and cynically sneered, “Damn, trying to get chummy.” Wei Ang wiped his face, looking down at Xing Zinan’s invitation, “How does the young mistress know someone like that?” They hadn’t heard Xing Zinan’s name, but his identity obviously wasn’t respectable. Wei Lang stared in the direction Xing Zinan walked for three seconds, then slapped his thigh, “Do you remember, back then in Myanmar, there were two unknown groups looking for the young mistress?” Wei Lang narrowed his eyes, lowering his voice, “Wasn’t the big shot in the Black Triangle area in Myanmar surnamed Xing?” Wei Ang smiled, “You trying to scare me?” If someone from the Black Triangle showed up in South Sea, it would immediately attract Interpol.