Lilies stretched from the entrance to the distant altar, and the seats on both sides of the red carpet were filled with guests dressed to the nines.
With squinted eyes, Qian Sisi could make out the serene-faced Jesus nailed to a massive Cross, the golden glow radiating from Him made the whole altar appear exceptionally solemn and splendid.
Within that radiance stood a Priest holding the Bible and a man clad in white.
Because the distance was too far, she couldn't see their faces clearly.
By her ear, was the warm voice of Xie Qishan, "Sisi, are you ready?"
Drawing a deep breath and gritting her teeth, Qian Sisi turned her head to nod at Xie Qishan, "Uncle Xie, I'm ready!"
Xie Qishan, touched by Qian Sisi's resolute and innocent gaze, felt a sourness in his eyes. He pressed Qian Sisi's hand and, like any ordinary father, escorted her step by step towards the altar.
The guests on both sides burst into heated discussions upon seeing the bride led by Xie Qishan.
How could the bride have been replaced at the last minute for the much-anticipated grand wedding, an alliance between the powerful Xie and Bai families?
However, the guests were all dignitaries who had seen all manner of strange things in their lives. After the initial restlessness, they watched the developments with interest!
On the other hand, considering how prestigious the Bai Family was, if they had not objected to the Xie Family changing the bride, then they surely... must have tacitly consented to it.
Qian Sisi was very nervous, her palms sweaty as she clutched her bouquet, dampening the white gloves, and her high heels were such a hassle to control the direction, requiring much effort.
When she finally reached the altar and was enveloped in the golden light of Jesus, she was already covered in a thin layer of sweat, the clingy wedding dress sticking uncomfortably to her delicate skin.
Because of her nervousness and discomfort, she didn't immediately lift her head but instead focused on the pair of feet that stood firm in front of her.
It was a pair of men's handcrafted leather shoes, exquisitely made, stylishly rakish. Even Qian Sisi, who paid no attention to fashion and was a tech-nerd, was convinced that an elderly person would not fancy this style.
Upon realizing her future husband was not an elderly man, Qian Sisi grew even more nervous!
Her senior sister told her, if he's not an elderly man, he must be ugly! And so hideously ugly that no woman would want to marry the son of the first leading enterprise in C City.
"Dad..." The owner of the shoes spoke, completing the handover ceremony, and Qian Sisi's hand was handed over.
Huh? The voice of the ugly man was quite pleasant! Clear, deep, and with a magnetic quality that was seductively sexy.
After all, weren't there many voice actors online famous for having great voices despite their unattractive looks?
And that voice—it was a bit familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before, right?
As Qian Sisi was distractingly daydreaming, she was suddenly startled when her hand was encompassed by a cold, dry palm, causing her to stagger and twist her ankle, with the whole person about to crash to the side like thunder that couldn't cover its ears.
Just as she was about to fall on her face in front of so many guests and lose face, her waist was easily caught by someone who hooked her back and she crashed into a solid wall of a person.
Worse still, the first thing that hit that human wall was her chest. A pain that was hard to describe almost brought her to tears.
"Are you okay?" came the same exceedingly magnetic voice from above her head.
Unaware that she was being closely and intimately held against his chest, Qian Sisi lifted her wretched little face and looked up at the man who was a full head taller than herself.
As her tearful eyes cleared enough to see the man's face clearly, Qian Sisi forced the tears back, dumbfounded and blushing as she covered her mouth in utter surprise, pointing to the man before her, "Why is it you?"