Qingchen furrowed his brow. "I am not letting that old rat come to my wedding," he said firmly. "He doesn't like our marriage, anyway. Why should we let him celebrate with us? I can assure you that wasting food and lodging on him will be a regret you will carry for the rest of your life."
"Don't be so dramatic!" Qian Meng exclaimed. "You're going to call your whole family but not your father? It's going to be on camera, Qingchen."
He shrugged once again. "This is my way of telling you that you shouldn't call your stepmother and father to the wedding either. I know you don't want to."
She pressed her lips together.
"If they are against our marriage, they are not invited. Simple. Invite your brother and he will represent your family. Isn't that great?" he said softly.
He knew that she had been thinking of the same thing. It just so happened that he hated his father and didn't want him to come to the wedding either.
