As the younger sister of Qingyue, Xia Qingcheng was breathtakingly beautiful. Beyond her tall, statuesque figure, her long, slender legs were more radiant and perfect than those of any professional leg model. Moreover, Qingcheng was only nineteen; neither her fair, exquisite face nor her youthful, vibrant energy could be matched by Xia Lingwei.
Consequently, after hearing Qingcheng’s mocking words, Xia Lingwei’s face turned an immediate shade of green. Then it flickered between pale and sallow... In short, she felt absolutely wretched. Of the three pearls of the Xia Family, Xia Lingwei was the only one who looked ordinary—though, compared to the average woman, she would still be considered a beauty. But she had the misfortune of encountering Qingcheng and Qingyue, those darlings of the gods.
"Just you wait, you little brat. Once the wedding begins, I’ll show you both how to lose face!"
Lingwei had no time to engage in a shouting match; she still had to bathe and apply her makeup. She had no choice but to swallow her pride and wait to settle the score once the ceremony started.
"Hmph!" Qingcheng let out a disdainful snort, her delicate face filled with arrogance.
Soon, the auspicious hour arrived. The drums began to beat, and the sounds of celebratory fireworks rang out. A motorcade stretching several dozen meters long slowly approached the gates of the Xia Family.
"It’s the wedding procession for the young master of the Jiang Family... That white Lamborghini in the lead is his car!"
"A white car at the front symbolizes growing old together!"
"Young Master Jiang is truly thoughtful!"
"Wait? Why are these all luxury cars worth several million... I thought many luxury cars worth tens of millions entered Jinling City last night?"
"Could it be that those cars didn't come for the wedding? Is it just a coincidence!?"
The crowd murmured, watching as one luxury vehicle after another pulled up to the gate. Lingwei, already dressed in her white wedding gown, waited for the procession with anticipation. As for Qingyue, she was still in casual attire—because, up until this very moment, Ye Chen had yet to deliver the wedding dress.
"Heh, Qingyue, you’ve already lost..." Lingwei giggled, her frame trembling with laughter. "My husband has come to pick me up, but where is yours? Oh, forget about a wedding; you don't even have a decent dress. You’re truly pitiful! Five years ago you were deceived, and now you’re still being deceived. How stupid can you be! A wedding for the ages? Go eat dirt!"
***
No sooner had Lingwei finished speaking than a thunderous, roaring sound filled the air. Eighteen helicopters appeared in the distance, slowly approaching. Inside the lead helicopter, Chen Junlin wore a solemn expression. Once the aircraft reached the vicinity of the Xia Family, he issued a sharp command: "Begin. Let the red bridal rain fall!"
In an instant, countless red rose petals descended from the sky like a blizzard. At the same time, eight white Pagani sports cars, arranged in a spearhead formation, drove slowly toward them. They were not moving fast, yet the formation was impeccable. The eight cars moved at the exact same speed and distance, matching the precision of a military parade.
Behind the eight white Paganis was a perfectly ordered line of eighty-eight Ferraris! Behind those were Lamborghinis, Maseratis, and various other sports cars, all matching in model and color. They formed a long, serpentine line, gliding slowly toward the Xia Family gates.
"This..." The crowd was stunned. This motorcade clearly did not belong to the Jiang Family—Jiang Feichi’s procession had already pulled over to the side of the road, one by one. Furthermore, the most expensive car in Feichi’s group was his own Lamborghini, while the rest were a mismatch of various million-yuan sports cars.
But this convoy, led by eight white Paganis, was entirely different. Every car in the line was uniform in model, brand, and color. From a distance, it looked like a dragon, a magnificent and breathtaking sight.
"What... what is going on? Could this really be Ye Chen?" The members of the Xia Family were dumbstruck, frantically searching for a glimpse of him.
"Impossible. It’s absolutely not Ye Chen. Look, Qingyue doesn’t even have a decent wedding dress. How could she possibly deserve such a grand wedding!"
Lingwei heard the commotion outside and couldn't help but step out. At her words, the crowd looked at Qingyue, who was still in her casual clothes. Despite her stunning beauty, who wears street clothes on their wedding day?
"Lingwei makes a good point!"
"But... if it isn't Qingyue’s, then whose is it? Did the Jiang Family send two motorcades?"
"That’s possible!"
Before they could finish, Lingwei spoke up, "That’s the only possibility. In all of Jinling City, who else besides the Jiang Family has this kind of power!? It must be Feichi. He wanted to give me a surprise!"
At that moment, Jiang Feichi was already foolishly staring at the scene. As soon as he stepped out of his car, he was petrified by the dragon-like procession beside him. Seeing a few high-end sports cars was one thing, but to see hundreds of identical, perfectly coordinated vehicles was something else entirely!
*Swish... swish... swish...* The rose petals continued to fall like rain.
"How beautiful!" Qingyue whispered softly.
"Sister... look up! It’s Ye Chen, it’s Ye Chen!" Qingcheng grabbed her sister's arm, exultant. "Ye Chen is in that lead helicopter... Sister, look!"
The helicopter hovered in mid-air, about fifty or sixty meters above the ground. Hearing Qingcheng, everyone looked up. The cabin door opened, and Ye Chen, dressed in a black suit, stood at the edge, looking down at the crowd.
"It... it really is Ye Chen!?" Qingyue’s alluring peach-blossom eyes brimmed with tears.
"Ye Chen..."
"It’s actually Ye Chen!"
"My god!"
The Xia family members froze. Simultaneously, the eight white Paganis came to a synchronized halt at the entrance. Eight women, each as beautiful as a celestial fairy, stepped out of the passenger seats. They possessed a transcendent air and were dressed in identical bridesmaid gowns, some carrying the wedding dress and others holding platinum jewelry. As they walked toward her, the crowd was left speechless.
"We follow our Master’s decree to bring the Mistress her wedding dress," the eight women said in unison.
"Ah..." Qingyue awoke from her daze and nodded quickly.
"Mistress, this dress was custom-designed by Alfred Angelo. It was flown in the moment it was finished. Thankfully, we made it in time!" Ma Huayun stepped forward to explain. "Mistress... there is still an hour until the auspicious time. Please take your sister and go change."
"This... this is Ma Huayun!!"
"The chairman of the Tengli Group, the world's richest man, Ma Huayun!?"
"My god... he delivered the dress himself!? And who is this Alfred Angelo!?"
"Alfred Angelo... I just looked it up on my phone. They are the oldest and most famous wedding gown house in the Great Xia Empire. They even designed the princess gowns for Disney movies like *Cinderella*, *Snow White*, *Sleeping Beauty*, and *The Little Mermaid*!"
"Oh, my heavens!!"
After this, Qingyue and Xiao Ningning were ushered into their room by the eight women to change. Watching the rain of petals and the grand procession, Lingwei felt like she could grind her teeth to dust.
"Qingyue! You bitch... how? How is this possible!?"
"I finally had you under my feet, yet today, you’ve risen again... I won't accept this! I refuse!"
Not just Lingwei, but her entire family turned pale as paper. Jiang Feichi gritted his teeth, wishing he could drive away instantly—compared to Ye Chen’s motorcade, his few dozen sports cars looked like child's play. They didn't even belong in the same league.
***
Ye Chen stepped down from the helicopter. Ushered by the eight women, Qingyue walked out, draped in a pure white wedding gown. The style was noble and fashionable, the lines gorgeous and graceful, perfectly accentuating her exquisite figure. The dress was embedded with countless diamonds; under the sunlight, the white fabric and sparkling stones made her look like a celestial fairy.
Between the wedding dress, the platinum jewelry set, and the glistening crystal heels, everything complemented her breathtaking beauty. Surrounded by the eight Kunlun disciples like a goddess, she smiled gently at Ye Chen.
*Snap!* Ye Chen snapped his fingers with a smile—and the miracle unfolded once again.
***
Following the snap of his fingers, dozens of Kunlun disciples, each carrying a sword, shouted in unison: "Rise!"
An invisible array was activated. They had been preparing this for days. As the array took hold, the branches of the trees lining the road grew at a visible rate, bursting into leaf! It wasn't just the trees; the wildflowers on the roadside began to bloom. The red rose petals that had fallen to the ground suddenly took root, blooming into fresh, magnificent roses.
And it didn't stop there. White peonies, pink azaleas, and purple clivias—all kinds of flowers bloomed simultaneously! These seeds had been planted by the Kunlun disciples long in advance. With the activation of the large-scale Spirit Gathering Array, the blooming spread from the Xia Family gate, covering everything in its path.
The air grew sweet, and butterflies began to flutter through the air. The entire world seemed to have returned to spring.
"This scene..."
"It’s like being in a sea of flowers!"
"These flowers started spreading from Qingyue’s feet. They go on forever—who knows where the end is?"
"With a single command, all flowers bloomed at once. How on earth did they do this?"
In an instant, everyone was stunned. Some couldn't help but pull out their phones to take pictures. Qingyue covered her mouth, her eyes filled with mist. *Ye Chen... he really didn't lie to me! He truly prepared such a romantic wedding for me!*
"Mommy, it’s so beautiful!" Little Ningning stood beside her, holding her hand like a little princess. "Did Daddy do this? Daddy is as powerful as a god!"
"Hiss!" The Xia family stood frozen. Lingwei and her family were like wooden chickens, gasping for air.
"Qingyue, I’ve come to take you home." Ye Chen walked to her and knelt on one knee. "Will you marry me?"
"I will!" The three words escaped her lips as she burst into tears.
In front of the shocked and envious crowd, Ye Chen produced the master-crafted Cullinan diamond. "Let me put this on you." As he reached to remove the five-yuan ring she was still wearing, she stopped him.
"No. This was the first ring you gave me. I don't want to take it off!" She shielded the five-yuan ring, not caring in the slightest about the Cullinan diamond worth over a hundred million.
"My god..." The crowd whispered. "Is Qingyue crazy? That diamond must be worth at least ten million!"
"And the one on her finger... that looks like a trinket from a gift shop. It’s worth only a few yuan!"
"She’s out of her mind, letting ten million slip away!"
Ma Huayun snorted coldly. "You idiots don't know anything. This Cullinan diamond is a world-class gem. It was once used by kings to adorn their scepters and crowns, representing supreme value and power! Its worth long ago exceeded several hundred million... if someone were to push the marketing, selling it for a billion wouldn't be a problem!"
"What?!"
"A billion... are you crazy?!"
"My god, just hearing that number makes me lightheaded!!"
The crowd gasped. If someone else had said it, they wouldn't have believed it. But Ma Huayun was the world’s richest man! He controlled the Tengli Group, which dominated the Great Xia Empire’s gaming and e-commerce industries. No one dared to dispute him.
*Gulp.* Lingwei’s jealousy drove her to the brink of madness. She stared at the Cullinan diamond, wishing she could snatch it away. As for Jiang Feichi and his family, their faces had drained of all blood; if their cars hadn't been blocked, they would have fled already.
"Since you prefer this five-yuan ring, let's keep the Cullinan diamond as a memento," Ye Chen said, placing the diamond into her hand.
"Okay," Qingyue nodded, too happy to speak.
"Sister, these five years were worth the wait," Qingcheng whispered, feeling a twinge of envy herself. In fact, everyone in the massive crowd was envious.
After rising, Ye Chen took Qingyue’s hand and walked to Xia Junjie and his wife. "Father-in-law, Mother-in-law... from today on, I will take care of Qingyue."
"Good! Good! Good!!" Xia Junjie and Zhang Lan couldn't keep their mouths shut. "With a son-in-law like you, we are at ease! We are finally at ease!"
Ye Chen glanced at the Xia Family Elder but said nothing. If not for the Elder forcing a marriage alliance and heartlessly casting Qingyue out for being pregnant out of wedlock, would she have suffered for five years? Especially since little Ningning had nearly been hunted for her blood and heart! Ye Chen gave the Elder no face, and as for Lingwei’s family, they weren't even worth mentioning. He looked right through them as if they were air.
After a brief exchange with her parents, Ye Chen turned to Qingyue and whispered, "The auspicious hour is near. Let's go back and finish the ceremony."
"Okay." She leaned against his arm like a kitten, her beautiful face glowing with happiness.
*Damn it!! Damn Qingyue, damn Ye Chen! They won't even look at me!!* Lingwei roared inwardly. *You two bastards, choosing this day to get married just to spite me? You won't win!* She gritted her teeth, holding back a breakdown. "I, Xia Lingwei, will not lose!!"
"Hmm?" Standing a few meters away, Shi Tianqi raised an eyebrow. "You won't lose? Heh... didn't you make a bet that day? I’ll tell you this: my Master’s residence is the Soaring Dragon Villa within the Greenwater Villas. I heard your new home has a view of it, right? Heh heh, there’s another program in half an hour. I hope you don't miss it."
With a cold sneer, Tianqi walked away, ignoring Lingwei’s frantic expression.
***
"Soar... Soaring Dragon Villa!"
Hearing those words, Lingwei’s face turned ashen. The news spread instantly.
"It’s actually the Soaring Dragon Villa?"
"Qingyue has truly turned the tables... she’s reached the heavens in a single bound!"
"The key is, Lingwei and Young Master Jiang live in the Greenwater Villas too! And Young Master Jiang said their villa has a perfect view of the Soaring Dragon Villa!"
"Sss! Talk about enemies living in the same neighborhood... if Lingwei has to watch Qingyue coming and going from that villa every day, she’ll be consumed with envy!"
As the news spread, the crowd began to whisper and mock the Jiangs. Feichi wanted to die; he would have canceled the wedding and fled if he could, but their cars were trapped by Ye Chen’s fleet.
"Let’s go."