The wedding venue was chosen long ago by Yang Yunhai, and he planned it meticulously.
"This place is so beautiful." As Zhao Jingmiao and a few bridesmaids got out of the car, they were stunned.
It's fair to say that anyone who was present was awed by the spectacle.
Those already married started regretting ever getting married.
"Look at their wedding, how could I have been so foolish to be led home by you?" The woman next to her pinched the man beside her hard.
"What era were we in back then, besides, how much would this cost?" The man said, wincing from the pinch.
White crystals and pink balloons adorned the setting like a princess's wedding in a fairy tale. This isn't just a matter of money, it's a matter of status.
Not everyone has the ability to host such a wedding in the open-air garden of the National Guest Hotel, and it was booked days in advance.
