The person in charge of collecting money watched in stunned silence as she took out the sack and opened it. There were bundles full of cash inside!
There are many generous people who come to the engagement banquet, but most of them have expressed their intentions before the banquet. Some people give away cars, rooms, cards, and contracts. As for the red envelopes, they are just for luck, and they have the same meaning.
What an auspicious number, she is the only one who comes to the banquet with a large bundle of cash!
The waiter at the front desk put her in. Today was a private banquet and the media refused to take photos. When Pei Xiao walked into the banquet hall, the place was bustling. Xi Xiangdong and Yang Yunguang held hands together and cut the engagement cake together.
The wrists were tied together with pink ribbons, which symbolized the union. Everyone was applauding, and flowers and salutes bloomed together.
The emcee opened the champagne, and jubilant foam jumped out with the cork. Xi took the champagne eastward and slowly poured it from the top of the champagne tower. There was no trace of joy on his face.
Pei Xiao stood outside the crowd, looking at the handsome man on the stage, his vision gradually blurred.
"Goodbye, my love."
She turned around, dragged her huge skirt, and left.
On the stage, the emcee was still enlivening the atmosphere: "Mr. Xi, tell us a few words. How are you feeling now?"
Xi Xiangdong glanced at him, indifferent.
The emcee was embarrassed and forced the microphone into Xi Xiangdong's hand.
He held the microphone and his voice was a little hoarse: "I have nothing to say."
The whole audience was embarrassed.
Yang Yunguang hurriedly took the microphone and said: "Xiang Dong feels the same as me, he is just not good at talking. Thank you very much for coming to our engagement banquet today. I hope you can continue to appreciate it when the wedding is held."
It's true that he has been in the entertainment industry for five years, and his words are tactful without leaving any trace.
Xi Xiangdong glanced at her, tugged at the corners of his lips, and turned around to step off the stage. Fu Tingfang was about to have a fit, but Xi Changzhi stopped him: "Let him go."
As his son, he knows best that his superficial obedience is just a result of his years of military training. In fact, he has rebellious blood hidden in his bones. If pushed hard, he may fall out.
Xi Wanlai saw that Xiangdong no longer just didn't want to talk. To be precise, he was in a trance. Usually when this happens to smart people, it can only mean... falling out of love?
He was startled and hurriedly caught up with Xi Xiangdong: "Brother, is Keke back?"
Xi Xiangdong's icy knife-like gaze cut across his hand holding his sleeve. Just as he was about to shake it off, his cell phone rang suddenly. He took a look and saw that the caller's name was Yatou. Xi Wanlai naturally saw it too.
As soon as he broke free, he left Xi Wanlai and walked to the side to answer the call.
“Mr.
There was a rustle of wind in her voice, which sounded ethereal and vague.
Xi Xiangdong was startled for a moment, then quickly walked to the window and opened the heavy curtains.
"Girl, where are you?"
He looked around through the glass. It was impossible. He had seen the guest list when he entered, and no one had told her where the engagement party was held. But he had an intuition in his heart. If she came, she must be nearby.
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"Mr. Xi..." She interrupted him, her smile choked with tears, "I really love you so much... Can you say you love me again?"
"..." Xi Xiangdong held his cell phone and was silent for a while, then suddenly walked out of the banquet hall.