On a major road in the heart of the city, a considerable crowd had gathered by the roadside, all just to gaze at a white wedding car parked there.
And behind that wedding car, an entire convoy of supercars was also stopped.
Nhiệm Quách opened the car door and stepped out. He was dressed in a pristine white suit, not a single speck of dirt on it, and a very fresh flower was pinned to his left lapel.
He walked to the front of the car to look. It turned out something had just flashed past, startling him, which was why he had stopped the car to check.
He found nothing.
Then he got back into the car and drove off.
The supercars behind him also followed, forming a long line.
"Oh my god, the Young Master of Cổ Thành is getting married today! I'm heartbroken."
More than half the city probably knew today that the Young Master of the Nhiệm family and the great beauty of Cổ Thành, Doãn, were holding their wedding.
These two families were at the forefront of business in Cổ Thành, bringing a significant amount of GDP to the country.
Everyone knew: Dragons should be paired with Phoenixes.
Young Master Nhiệm Quách and the beautiful Young Miss of Cổ Thành, Doãn Đoả, were a match made in heaven, belonging to the same social stratum.
Ordinary people could only look up in admiration but never get close enough to befriend them.
Today was probably a day of heartbreak for some girls and some boys.
The Doãn family's villa...
The gate was adorned with a harmonious and delicate array of flowers.
Many people stood outside the spacious villa.
The girl known as Cổ Thành's number one beauty possessed a beauty truly beyond words.
A perfectly oval face, fair, rosy skin, and large, round, beautiful eyes like morning dew drops.
Her thin lips were lightly tinted red and plump.
Her entire face exuded a beautiful, gentle, and virtuous femininity.
Doãn Đoả: Cổ Thành's Number One Beauty.
"Oh, my darling daughter! I truly can't bear to marry you off."
Mother Doãn rushed in through the door.
Her face was full of reluctance, a mournful expression upon it.
She walked over and gazed at the elegant, feminine beauty on Doãn Đoả's face.
"Mother! The bridal car will be here soon."
"Hmm, I know. But I really can't bear to let you marry so early! I wanted you to marry in about two years, but how can one go against fate?"
As she spoke, she wiped away a few falling tears.
She was truly reluctant.
The Doãn family had not had a son in this generation, but in return, they had a beautiful and talented daughter.
Doãn Đoả was the only exception in this family for many years; because of her, her parents didn't need to worry about needing a son to inherit the family business.
"Now, after you go to your husband's home, remember to come back to visit. I'm afraid the Doãn family will miss you terribly without you."
Doãn Đoả smiled faintly.
Just then, the door opened.
A maid entered.
"Madam, Young Miss! The car has arrived."
Doãn Đoả's eyes lit up brightly.
She immediately lifted the hem of her wedding dress and stood up.
The maids beside her also quickly reached out to help hold it.
"Look at you! You're so excited just hearing it's here. Are you so eager to marry quickly to escape the Doãn family? My heart aches so much...! Boo hoo."
Mother Doãn dabbed a handkerchief to her eyes.
Doãn Đoả smiled brightly.
She reached out and hugged her mother briefly, then let go.
"That's not what I meant, Mother! I'm just very happy about our wedding day."
"Hmph, isn't it because you love him too much?"
After Mother Doãn finished speaking, she looked at Doãn Đoả with doting affection and gave her some parting advice.
"Go there and live happily, my dear! If one day your feelings for each other fade... remember you still have your parents, and the entire Doãn family will welcome you back anytime."
Doãn Đoả was overjoyed.
She hugged her mother one last time, then both walked out of the room together.
Outside, a white car was parked in the middle of the courtyard, and beyond the gate, a fleet of cars was neatly lined up on one side of the road.
The sun shone softly, and a gentle, very cool breeze was blowing.
Nhiem Quach stood waiting for his bride, his lips curving into a faint smile, his eyes fixed on the still-closed door made of precious wood.
A moment later, the door was pushed open.
Doan Doa appeared, radiating a pure, feminine beauty. She wore a rather simple wedding dress, made of a thin fabric suitable for the current cool weather.
The dress hugged her beautiful, slender waist, accentuating her graceful figure.
Though the dress was simple, on such a beauty, it looked like the finest silk and gold.
All the while, she wore a gentle smile.
“You’re not late, are you?”
Nhiem Quach took Doan Doa’s fair, delicate hand and gently yet masculinely placed a kiss upon it.
Doan Doa immediately felt a flush; even the light dusting of white powder on her cheeks couldn't hide the rising blush on her skin.
“Not late, not early, right on time.”
No sooner had he spoken than she was lifted into Nhiem Quach’s arms, a satisfied smile blooming on his face as he looked at her.
“From today onwards, you will be my wife! I will absolutely give you everything.”
“Even the moon?”
Doan Doa joked.
Without a moment's thought, Nhiem Quach smirked and replied, “That’s right! I’ll take you all the way to the moon so you can touch and hold it to your heart’s content.”
Doan Doa smiled sweetly.
After that, Nhiem Quach placed her into the car.
“Mom, see you later.”
Doan’s mother smiled faintly, only going inside after watching the fleet of cars drive away.
Their wedding was held at a hotel complex.
And this hotel was nothing short of a palace, vast and grand.
Everything was neatly and beautifully decorated, and guests filled both sides of every table.
Everyone’s gaze was fixed on the stage, where the bride and groom were exchanging rings.
All conversations were either praise or blessings.
This was the day she married Nhiem Quach.
Doan Doa felt utterly joyful.
Although it was a pre-arranged marriage between the two families, the two of them truly loved each other.
This marriage had no coercion, only happiness and…
Benefits…