Due to the rush, as soon as Yin Huan entered, the wedding staff surrounded her, even undressing her without her having to lift a finger.
Then she changed into her wedding gown and had her hair styled.
At noon, Yin Huan stood at the entrance of the banquet hall, listening to the host’s voice inside. The double doors swung open, and a beam of white light fell upon her.
As the wedding march began, Yin Huan, dressed in a pristine white wedding gown, stepped inside.
After a few steps, Yin Li took her hand and led her to the rose archway.
Bo Xun came forward to meet her, and under the gaze of all the guests, the two walked hand in hand toward the wedding stage.
The ceremony proceeded smoothly, but Yin Huan only felt the wedding dress was cumbersome and the veil too long, wishing it would end quickly.
In contrast, Bo Xun remained excited throughout; when he placed the ring on Yin Huan’s finger, his distinct, slender hands were even trembling.
After the wedding ceremony, Yin Huan changed into a red banquet dress. Her previously pinned-up hair was let down, the ends slightly curled, and she wore a pearl necklace, giving her an elegant, graceful, and stunningly beautiful appearance.
Today, not only were prominent figures from Beijing’s political, business, and military circles present, but also celebrities from other regions and abroad, including a prince and princess from a certain country, as well as a foreign president and first lady.
There were two hundred banquet tables.
Bo Xun and Yin Huan spent a full two hours toasting all the guests.
By the end, she felt her legs were about to give out.
Yin Huan drank a glass of wine, and as soon as she set down the glass, she commanded Bo Xun, “I’m exhausted, carry me.”
The Young Mistress never inconvenienced herself.
Besides, Bo Xun was now her husband, and taking care of her was his responsibility.
Bo Xun smiled and picked her up. She was wearing a pair of red high heels with slender heels about seven centimeters high; after walking for so long, it was no wonder she was tired.
Bo Xun carried her to the main table, where those seated with them were the ones they had just toasted.
Bo Xun had been shielding Yin Huan from drinks all along and had already consumed quite a bit; even with his fair complexion, his cheeks were now flushed.
As soon as they sat down, the groomsmen began pouring more drinks for Bo Xun.
Yin Huan, feeling hungry, picked up her chopsticks and started eating.
“Young Lady Yin, on such a joyous day, you can’t avoid drinking entirely,” Si Tu poured a glass of wine for Yin Huan. “Bo Xun, you can’t cover for her anymore. Look at you, your face is all red.”
Bo Xun had a high alcohol tolerance and rarely showed signs of flushing when they went out. But this noon, he had indeed drunk a lot.
“My wife can drink if she wants to, and if she doesn’t, I’ll drink for her,” Bo Xun looked at Yin Huan.
Yin Huan took the glass, drank it, and set it down.
She didn’t say a word the entire time.
“Young Mistress Yin is as bold as ever,” Si Tu laughed.
Bo Xun leaned close to her face, “Wife.”
“I’m tired and hungry. I just want to finish eating and rest. Do whatever you want,” Yin Huan couldn’t be bothered with him.
At the very least, she had completed half of the arranged marriage.
The wedding was done.
As for married life, that was in her own hands.
She wouldn’t control Bo Xun, and he’d better not control her either.
As for the harsh words she had spoken in front of Lin Yueyue, those were just to intimidate.
Bo Xun was hurt.
Do whatever he wanted?
If his wife didn’t care about him, what was the point of this marriage!!!
Yin Huan had been so gentle and coquettish just moments ago, asking him to carry her.
Hah.
Women.
After finishing her meal, Yin Huan gave the prepared red envelopes to Shi Xu and Yin Miaomiao, then stood up.
She gently patted Bo Xun’s shoulder, “Take your time drinking, dear. I’m going back to the room to rest for a while.”
She was utterly exhausted.
She didn’t want to wear these high heels for even one more minute.
Bo Xun never expected Yin Huan to call him “dear” for the first time under such circumstances.
He instinctively grabbed her wrist, his alcohol-tinged lips planting a kiss on her fair, delicate hand. “Go ahead, sweetheart.”
Yin Huan withdrew her hand and sniffed it.
The smell was really strong.
Bo Xun, you bastard, are you going to drink yourself into oblivion on our wedding night?
That would actually be perfect.
It would save so much trouble.
Yin Huan was completely worn out.
Returning to the hotel room, she kicked off her shoes, removed her clothes, and collapsed onto the large white bed, falling into a deep sleep.
She didn’t know how much time had passed when the hotel door opened.
A man reeking of alcohol entered. He went to the bathroom first, then staggered toward the bed, undressing as he walked.
A black suit, white shirt, and red evening gown lay scattered on the floor in a messy pile.
“Sweetheart…”
Bo Xun heavily dropped onto the bed, reaching over the blanket to embrace the curled-up form beneath. He nuzzled against her head and drowsily kissed Yin Huan’s hair, “Mmm… yeah!”
He gave her a long, lingering kiss.
Then he fell asleep contentedly.
In her dream, Yin Huan encountered a man-eating monster. She ran frantically but couldn’t move fast enough.
Suddenly, a giant rock fell from the sky, crashing down toward her.
Yin Huan woke with a start.
Alcohol-laden breath warmed the back of her head, heavy and thick. A bare arm rested across her waist over the blanket, and a naked thigh pressed down on her legs.
“Drunkard!”
Yin Huan cursed, pushing his arm away and kicking Bo Xun’s leg off.
She slipped out from under the covers, draped the thin quilt over Bo Xun, and got out of bed.
Since many guests had traveled from afar and hadn’t left after the noon wedding banquet, there was another dinner reception in the evening.
Yin Huan appeared in the banquet hall wearing a red dress, radiant and beautiful, drawing many sidelong glances.
She sat alone at the main table, chatting elegantly with friends while eating.
“Where’s President Bo?”
Shi Xu looked around.
“Drunk, still unconscious.”
“Darling, you’re being way too calm about this.” Shi Xu leaned close to her face. “If he keeps sleeping, what about your wedding night? Leaving you all alone? He’s going too far!”
Bo Xun had drunk way too much at noon, so it was normal he couldn’t wake up.
Yin Huan elegantly sipped her white wine, her delicate eyebrows slightly raised. “Do I look like I care?”
“You’re the queen, you don’t care. But what about President Bo? When he wakes up and realizes he slept through his wedding night, won’t he want to make up for it for three days and three nights, three days and three nights, late into the night…” Shi Xu started singing as she spoke.
“He wouldn’t dare.”
She would never allow such indulgent behavior to happen.
“Hehehe…” Shi Xu grabbed Yin Huan’s slender arm. “Darling, the arm can’t twist the thigh. Given the size and strength difference between you and President Bo, it’s hard to say.”
“Are you really my friend?” Yin Huan asked calmly.
“Of course! That’s why I’m concerned about your married sex life~”
Yin Huan snorted lightly, “You should worry about yourself instead. Being pursued by several men at once, little Xu Xu, are you trying to build a harem~”
“Even if I were to marry all of them simultaneously without registering the marriages, it wouldn’t be illegal—just immoral. Besides…” Shi Xu tossed her hair, “I haven’t committed to any of them.”
“Queen of the sea, be careful not to capsize your boat.”
“Sisters, they’re just pursuing me. I’m their goddess, not their girlfriend. What boat is there to capsize?” Shi Xu’s life motto was to seize pleasure in the moment.
Male beauty? Merely a spice of life.
Fine for amusement, but never for emotional attachment.