Chapter 1033: Chapter 1033: I Do, Till Death Do Us Part At ten o’clock, the number of viewers for the wedding livestream online had already exceeded two million. All the comments were asking when the wedding would start. It was an unprecedented spectacle, more sensational than any celebrity wedding or scandal. At half-past ten, more luxury cars gathered on the street, rushing to the wedding site from all directions. Among them, there were even guests arriving from afar by helicopter. At the entrance, the Wei brothers, Wei Ang and Wei Lang, were mechanically recording the cash gifts and countless congratulatory gifts. Seen or unseen, today everyone was having their eyes opened. In the distance, the three border friends gathered on a lawn to chat and pass the time, Song Liao, out of professional habit, occasionally observed the situation on-site. The safety of the wedding of Zai Zai and Master Yan had to be absolutely guaranteed. “Song Lao Liu!” At this moment, Shen Qingye kicked the back of Song Liao’s knee, “I’m talking to you, did you hear?” Song Liao stumbled a little, asked woodenly, “What?” Shen Qingye rubbed his forehead, hooked his arm around his shoulder, and reminded, “Be good today, okay? No matter who you see, don’t act impulsively, wait until after the wedding; got it?” Song Liao nodded in confusion, “Don’t worry, I won’t cause trouble.” Su Moshi adjusted the cuff of his suit, looked ahead, and added in a distant tone, “It’s not that we’re worried about you causing trouble, but because Master Yan and Qiaoqiao have too many friends. Inevitably, there’ll be familiar faces today, but guests are guests, even if they’re on your arrest list, it’s best not to make a scene.” Because when Xing Zinan arrived, Secret Hall’s Zuo Xuan and others suddenly became restless. They had been at the border for many years, and during those years, Xing Zinan’s name was well-known. The key point is, he was Bai Yan’s arch-enemy. At eleven o’clock, the wedding was about to begin. The sun was shining bright, a gentle breeze was blowing, and the twenty-something rows of ceremony seats were packed. The red carpet, extending from the villa to the wedding site, was surrounded by clusters of flowers, the scenery was breathtakingly beautiful. Soon, Shang Zonghai arrived late with the butler Old Xiao. Many people in the viewing seats stood up one after another, and as he walked through the aisle, greetings rang out. “Elder Shang, hello.” ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novelFirｅ.net “Patriarch Shang, long time no see.” Mr. and Mrs. Li greeted him with polite and respectful smiles. And in a certain seat in the third row, Luo Xi looked up from his phone and saw the back of Shang Zonghai, his chest tightened slightly. They had agreed to never meet again, but again and again, they encountered each other at unplanned moments. Luo Xi let out a self-mocking laugh, lowered his eyes, and continued looking at his phone, seemingly calm, yet his fingers never moved. As the main wedding officiant, Shang Zonghai took the first seat in the first row. Beside him was Mu Aoxian, who had hurried over from the border. This grand wedding had almost gathered elite bigwigs from around the globe. As the director of the South Sea Police Station, Fei Zhihong sat in the viewing seats feeling an immense pressure, and extremely uneasy. Since the establishment of the city in the South Sea, they had never received so many important guests. Many significant figures like Prince Guo from Myanmar, the heads of Myanmar’s Six Major Families, and even the director of the Sixth Bureau from Aida State were present, not to mention figures like the Chief of the Parma Chieftain Court. Those unaware might think this was a national summit of leaders. At eleven o’clock three, the host stepped onto the stage. The massive wedding site instantly became silent, following a passionate opening speech, the time reached eleven o’clock six. The host, a famed entertainment industry emcee, very adept at energizing the atmosphere, glanced at his card, and said loudly, “Next, let’s collectively anticipate and witness this grand wedding ceremony brought to us by the bride and groom, please welcome the groom, Shang Shaoyan.” At eleven o’clock seven, Li Qiao appeared at the ceremony site with the bridesmaids. A white tulle curtain veiled the front of the red carpet, Mu Aoxian stood there, waiting with tearful eyes. Li Qiao held a dazzling bouquet of diamonds, stepped forward, and softly called him, “Second Uncle.” Mu Aoxian turned his face away, nodding continuously, “Qiaoqiao, Big Brother and Sister-in-law are watching from heaven, today… Second Uncle will give you away.” Li Qiao took Mu Aoxian’s arm, smiled, and said thank you, Second Uncle. “Let’s welcome the most beautiful bride today, Li Qiao.” With the host’s words, the time was precisely eleven o’clock eight. The white tulle was slowly lifted by the staff, the sky began to sprinkle red petals, and the grand and atmospheric background music surrounded them. Li Qiao looked ahead, at the end of the red carpet stood Shang Yu. The man wore a well-tailored suit paired with a dark blue shirt and tie he had never worn before, his features were chiseled and handsome. His deep eyes watched Li Qiao approach him, filled with tender affection, as his Adam’s apple rolled endlessly. Behind him, a similarly extraordinary entourage of groomsmen stood, each wearing a suit paired with a light purple shirt to match the bridesmaids’ color palette. With petals and music enhancing the scene, friends and family on both sides cast eyes of either blessing or envy. Mu Aoxian slowly and steadily guided Li Qiao forward, and as the distance shortened, he couldn’t hold back a tear. He had accompanied Li Qiao for so long as a mentor, and today he was finally handing her over to someone worthy of her for life. Brother, Sister-in-law, are you seeing this? Qiaoqiao is getting married. At the end of the red carpet, Shang Yu strode forward to greet Li Qiao. Mu Aoxian choked up with reluctance, “Shaoyan, today I’m entrusting Qiaoqiao to you, treat her well from now on.” Shang Yu placed Li Qiao’s hand into his arm, bowed slightly to Mu Aoxian, “Rest assured, Second Uncle, I will.” On stage, the two stood facing each other, their eyes deeply reflecting one another’s image. The priest slowly stepped between them and asked the classic and timeless wedding vows. Shang Yu held Li Qiao’s hand and said, “I do.” The priest turned to look at Li Qiao, solemnly asking, “Bride, do you take Shang Shaoyan as your husband, do you love him, stay loyal to him, whether he is poor or sick, to never leave him until death?” These vows seemed slightly altered. Li Qiao gazed up at the man before her with a smile, “I do, faithfully unto death.” The priest closed the book in his hands, nodded with satisfaction and said, “Please, the couple, exchange your vows.” Shang Yu lowered his eyes to look at Li Qiao, his side profile softened, and with reddened eyes, he spoke with a devout and husky voice, “Mrs. Shang, thank you for marrying me.” From the entry until now, Li Qiao had always remained calm, except when the man spoke these words, her heart twisted painfully. No unnecessary embellishment, no sweet talk, he simply said, with emotion, thank you for marrying me. Li Qiao covered her eyelids, hiding the tears in her eyes, and softly whispered in response, “Mr. Shang, I love you for all my life.” For the first time, she declared her love outright, before all the guests, telling the world the words he most wanted to hear. The priest was moved as he looked at them, “Please, bride and groom, exchange the rings.”