Mr.President, Let's Get a Divorce
Chapter 377 - 376 The wedding that was four years late

Chapter 377: 376 The wedding that was four years late

"Uncle, Lili and I need your blessing," Xiaoer said.

"..."

"You see, so many guests have come, but Wen Nian knows deep inside that when the wedding starts, the number of people who will truly bless us... are very few."

Song Jiayu’s eyes reddened, "Your Excellency..."

"Like Lili, I don’t care about the quantity of blessings, but about the individuals. Over the years, I have made Lili suffer a lot. I want to give her an unforgettable wedding, and I want her to become the dignified President’s wife."

"Wen Nian may have been wrong to not consult with you in advance... I shouldn’t have married Lili without your consent, I..."

Song Jiayu raised his hand to signal him to stop talking,

"To me, her mere survival... is already the biggest fortune of my life. In the future, there will be plenty of time for me to listen to your stories."

Wen Nian smiled, "Thank you... Dad."

Song Jiayu pursed his lips, which were truly trembling.

Wen Nian personally led Song Jiayu to the front row to sit down.

This was an indoor wedding with a total of forty-two guests.

There was no media or television presence—Wen Nian wanted this to be public, but he didn’t want such a sacred moment to be disturbed by journalists.

Professional photographers would record the entire process and post it online after the wedding, which would have the same effect.

Over the course of a month, Wen Nian squeezed out time to ensure the wedding details were perfect.

Qu Yu came over, "Your Excellency, it’s about time."

Wen Nian checked the time; it was already half-past nine. According to the schedule, Ah Zhi should have already picked up Song Lili and be on their way by now...

Guests were mostly seated in the white chairs, exchanging pleasantries and socializing.

The most discussed topic revolved around the theme of the "banquet"—everyone seemed to guess it was related to "wedding."

On one hand, the setup seemed indicative of a wedding, but on the other, they hardly dared to believe it.

Only a very few insiders knew the truth.

A server brought Wen Nian his coat, a long white overcoat with a sharp and designer-cut tail.

"Your Excellency, your clothes."

Wen Nian took the coat, Qu Yu looked at him, revealing a hint of hidden worry...

"What’s wrong? If there’s something, just say it."

"Your Excellency, maybe we should start once the lady arrives?"

"..."

"What if the lady really doesn’t come..."

Wen Nian’s face was stern as he unfolded the overcoat and put it on, "If she doesn’t come, I still have to do what I need to."

"..."

"I won’t give her the slightest chance to be a shrinking turtle. If she doesn’t come, I’ll wait until she does."

After saying this, Wen Nian strode confidently onto the red carpet.

The guests’ chatter gradually subsided with Wen Nian’s determined steps forward...

A wedding?

Impossible, how could a President’s wedding be of such a simple scale?

The bigwigs from the political and business community, even important international figures, ought to be present. From domestic to international media, it should be live-streamed, magnifying the sanctity of the President’s wedding.

Wen Liangyu took a deep breath, no matter what people behind him were saying, his mind remained resolute!

Moreover...

Getting married? With whom?

Don’t tell him, it’s with that body double of Song Lili?

Unless Wen Nian was planning to step down!

Wen Liangyu held his chin high, pride of the world still shining in his cloudy old eyes.

Wen Nian walked to the forefront, facing all the seated guests in that not too big, not too small space.

The venue wasn’t large—no microphone was needed.

He stood there, extraordinarily handsome.

At this moment, Xiao Ziyan was probably the most restless one...

She sat in the front row, side by side with her husband, and could clearly see the hint of rebellion and slight pride in Wen Nian’s eyes...

Wen Nian... was definitely not hosting an ordinary banquet.

The fear was...

"Today, on June 21, 2018, right here, the wedding of Wen Nian and Song Lili is going to be held."

He pronounced each word slowly, saying it with ease, but it caused an uproar among the audience!

"A wedding... that is a whole four years late."

Wen Nian took a deep breath, his gaze fixating on the camera directly in front of him... while only glancing at the seated guests from the corners of his eyes...

The vast greenhouse was filled with the subtle scent of the red bellflowers.

"This nearly ten thousand square meter greenhouse—I had people start planting and caring for it five years ago. These nearly ten thousand red bellflowers are my wife, Song Lili’s, favorite flowers..."

"When she was nineteen, I already began imagining that, no matter what happened, we would have our wedding here. This was the romance I wanted to give her..."

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In the President Mansion residence’s main bedroom, Zhongli Wuzhi was called in by Tang Xiaohua.

Zhongli Wuzhi saw her still in her wedding dress and was stunned for a long while, "Song Lili, you wouldn’t really let... Wen Nian become a laughingstock, would you?"

"Xiaoer might be in trouble."

Tang Xiaohua looked at Zhongli Wuzhi with a serious expression, devoid of any jest.

"What did you say?"

Zhongli Wuzhi was momentarily stunned.

"I asked her to be my bridesmaid, but she still hasn’t arrived."

"Could it be that she’s stuck in a traffic jam somewhere?"

"Zhongli Wuzhi, you don’t even know where she is?"

Tang Xiaohua looked at Zhongli Wuzhi in shock and disbelief.

Who knew Zhongli Wuzhi would slightly open his fox-like eyes and shrug, "You speak as if she reports her whereabouts to me."

"Don’t you like Xiaoer? Or is it that... you’ve had a fight?"

"Who told you I liked her?"

Zhongli Wuzhi raised his eyebrows slightly, smiling lightly at her.

Tang Xiaohua found it strange, but this wasn’t the time to pursue the issue. She said to Zhongli Wuzhi seriously,

"Over a month ago, she signed up for an international rescue organization. A few days ago, when I contacted her, she was in M country."

As the last few words settled, Zhongli Wuzhi’s previously nonchalant expression froze on his face.

"Great, it seems you understand the gravity of the words ’she is in M country.’"

"That idiot, doesn’t she know how chaotic M country is right now? And she still ran off there!"

"She said the more dangerous the place, the more she’s needed."

"Does she really think of herself as a living Bodhisattva?"

Zhongli Wuzhi clenched his fists, barely able to control his emotions just from hearing this.

Tang Xiaohua thought to herself, he still claims not to like Xiaoer?

"I had her hurry back to be my bridesmaid; otherwise, she would probably stubbornly refuse to return. I was there when she bought the flight for last night at eleven, she was supposed to arrive around four in the morning. Even if the flight was delayed, she should’ve arrived by now. The driver sent to pick her up couldn’t find her."

"..."

"The phone is not reachable, no messages left, I truly worry about her—"

Tang Xiaohua was in mid-sentence when her vibrating phone in her hand caught her attention; she looked at it and her eyes widened—