Chapter Nineteen: The Super Wedding (3)

Xiao Tianci gently raised his hand to wipe the tears from Tian Ni’s cheeks, his voice full of concern. “Why are you crying? Aren’t you happy? Tell me, will you? Whatever you ask, I’ll promise you.”

Standing by, Tian Hao broke out in a cold sweat, his mind racing: “Merciful Buddha, Jade Emperor, amen, my God! Please, don’t let anything go wrong now!” Afraid Tian Ni might say something that would ruin the event just as it was about to succeed, Tian Hao forced a laugh and quickly interjected, “No, no, it’s nothing… Brides always cry when they marry; the more they cry, the more filial they are, you know.”

As he spoke, he hurriedly urged Xiao Tianci and Tian Ni, “It’s getting late, and all those distinguished guests are waiting. We can’t keep them waiting—come, let’s go!”

The airship was immense, its interior lavishly decorated. With enough supplies, living here would be more than comfortable. Xiao Tianci and Tian Ni sat side by side on the sofa, with Xiao Tianci’s hand tightly grasping Tian Ni’s, unwilling to let go.

The journey was short. The couple had barely fallen into silence before they were nearly at their destination. From above, the entire wedding venue was now visible. Below, people noticed the airship approaching, escorted by helicopters, and all looked up in curiosity.

A few among the crowd chatted as the airship drew closer, “Well, it’s a bit ordinary, but with twelve planes escorting, it’s still quite impressive. Next time I get married, I’ll have to come up with something even more extravagant.”

“What? You just got married last year, didn’t you? I saw a report only a few days ago about you and your wife attending a charity auction together.”

“Oh! We divorced yesterday, the media hasn’t caught on yet.”

“That explains it. By the way, the Xiao family is still so ostentatious, even though there’s only one of them left. But really, pulling off an event like this in just three days is impressive.”

“Yes, indeed! We’ll see how things go. So, when’s your next divorce?”

“We’ll see.”

The airship soon hovered above the venue but did not immediately descend. Instead, it paused, and the chief steward, Lin Jian, entered to announce their arrival.

“So soon…” The two men, both usually talkative and once as close as brothers, now sat in rare silence for several minutes.

The chief steward nodded slightly, thinking, “Ah, the trip was simply too short…”

Below, the faint cheers and applause of the crowd could already be heard. Xiao Tianci glanced at Tian Ni. “Come, take a look. Are you satisfied?” he asked, leading her to the window to look down.

On the wedding stage below, a handcrafted carpet stretched out, and the main building’s design was simple yet grand—a semicircular structure like half a bird’s nest, with perfectly trimmed, lush green grass covering the ground. The venue was decorated everywhere in traditional red, welcoming the wedding guests.

But what caught the eye most was a towering wedding cake, standing an astonishing 9.9 meters tall. Tian Ni, knowing nothing of this, gasped in amazement at the sight. “Wow… What is that…”

At that moment, Steward Lin Jian explained from behind, “Madam, that is a wedding cake nine point nine meters tall, crafted by forty top pastry chefs from France. It took five thousand eggs, thousands of bottles of milk, and a great deal of cream and flour.”

Looking at the extravagant cake at the center, even Tian Ni—born to a wealthy family—felt it was a bit much. She had been so caught up exchanging glances with Xiao Tianci that she hadn’t noticed Lin Jian’s presence. Now, hearing Lin Jian’s explanation, she turned. Her eyes lit up with curiosity: “Is he a movie star? But why does he seem unfamiliar?”

Seeing the puzzled look in Tian Ni’s eyes, Xiao Tianci smiled inwardly, realizing she was startled by his chief steward. He introduced him. “This is Lin Jian, chief steward of the Xiao family.”

Lin Jian bowed. “At your service, sir and madam.”

Tian Ni couldn’t help but laugh at being addressed as “madam.” She turned to look at Xiao Tianci, who, despite being called “sir,” hardly fit the part. Her smile brightened Xiao Tianci’s mood, and he shrugged and grinned helplessly.

“Ha ha, Chief Steward Lin, how do you even cut such a massive cake? And how will everyone eat it?”

“Madam, just call me Chief Steward. As for the cake, you and the master will take a special lift to the top and make the first cut. The staff will handle the rest. On this joyous day, everyone will celebrate with you. Beyond what’s served here, professional staff will package the cake into small gift boxes and distribute them across the city, so others can join in the blessing.”

“I see,” Tian Ni nodded, and the atmosphere lightened considerably. Only Chief Steward Lin Jian knew the detailed arrangements, and Xiao Tianci wasn’t concerned with such minutiae—he inherited his father’s knack for delegation. Like his father, Xiao Lin, Xiao Tianci wasn’t a hands-on controller but preferred to entrust matters to capable people.

He knew how to employ talent, dared to delegate, and had the courage to let power flow downward, ensuring the best results.

“Master, it’s time for us to descend.”

At the sound of Lin Jian calling him “master,” Tian Ni couldn’t help but laugh again. Xiao Tianci could only roll his eyes and sigh—though in truth, he was secretly happy. Whatever he was called didn’t matter if only he could make Tian Ni smile.

As for why Tian Ni was crying, perhaps not even she knew. Though she’d decided to marry Xiao Tianci, and though it felt awkward, it wasn’t enough to bring her to tears of heartbreak or despair. She herself couldn’t make sense of it, so how could Xiao Tianci? He’d wanted to confess his feelings, to speak his heart to her, but the moment passed in their shared silence.

It wasn’t really crying—what were those tears for? Sadness, unwillingness, discomfort, or perhaps being moved, excited, happy… Even she couldn’t say, so how could anyone else know? Perhaps it was a little of everything.

Xiao Tianci glanced at Tian Ni, then looked outside, raising his hand and pointing downward. “Descend.”

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