A few minutes later, the newlyweds came out of the dressing room again.
The cake stains on Fang Ting's wedding dress could not be completely cleaned, so she had to change into the dress she had worn when she went out in the morning.
Fang Ting still felt resentful as she looked at Liu Hui, who had walked out of the dressing room a step slower than her.
Sensing her dissatisfaction from her eyes, Liu Hui hurriedly put his arm around her and gently coaxed her.
Liu Hui knew that his actions earlier had upset his wife. He repeatedly promised that after getting through this wedding banquet today, she could vent her anger on him however she wanted when they got home, and he would not complain at all.
It was just that today, in addition to the aunts and female relatives from both sides of the family, the direct supervisor from the company he had just started working for not long ago would also grace the occasion with his presence.
He hoped to get through today smoothly.
He would properly apologize and make amends to his wife when they got home.
Seeing her husband looking sincerely apologetic, Fang Ting's resentment gradually dissipated.
In the end, she swallowed the small upset from earlier.
As the wedding banquet was about to begin, a man in a suit walked in at the entrance to the banquet hall.
Sheng Mumu saw the fat man at the next table hurriedly walk over to the sturdy man in three steps, looking particularly obsequious.
"President Zheng, you finally came." The fat man's face, covered in sagging flesh, was all smiles.
The protruding belly, which had been sticking out all this time, was no longer sticking out. Bending slightly at the waist, he held out his hand to usher the man in the suit.
As they walked, he said,
"President Zheng, I got that kid Liu Hui to arrange the main table for you."
"It's really giving Old Man Liu face that you came today."
"The fund you recommended to me last time made a huge profit. If there are any other money-making opportunities in the future, I'll still rely on President Zheng to give me more referrals."
The man referred to as President Zheng seemed to be used to this kind of flattery. His expression was unchanged, and he did not respond.
The groom's parents at the main table smiled and greeted him, shaking hands when they saw the fat man leading President Zheng over.
Sheng Mumu wondered to herself.
What was this person's background?
Not only did he arrive late, he didn't seem to be a relative of the groom's side.
Just as she was speculating, she heard the two gossipy women at the next table start to chat away again without any scruples.
"Hey, look, the one who just came in is Liu Hui's top boss. I heard he's a big shot at a huge company!" The woman with red curly hair shook the woman in the cheongsam's arm dramatically.
The woman in the cheongsam looked over and laughed knowingly. "No wonder he gets to sit at the main table. Old Man Liu is eager to have prestigious tycoons like him come and give his son face in front of the bride's relatives and friends."
"Oh, this tycoon is so powerful. Should I go over later and toast him to get acquainted?" The curly-haired woman's eyes gleamed. "My youngest son and daughter-in-law are still living off me at home without jobs. I'm so worried."
"Forget it," the cheongsam woman chuckled lightly. "Although he's a tycoon, not just anyone can get into his company. Liu Hui was able to get in because someone referred and mentored him, and also because of his own good academics and abilities."
Sheng Mumu stopped listening carefully after that.
She already had a general understanding.
She suddenly felt a little hungry, and her eyes scanned the table, falling on the platter of assorted cold appetizers.
Before she could reach out, Qi Mo noticed where her gaze was and had already stretched out his hand to rotate the lazy Susan, bringing the small dishes in front of her.
Sheng Mumu smiled charmingly at Qi Mo, thanking this considerate man.
She also put a piece in his bowl.
The corner of the man's mouth raised imperceptibly. He glanced at his watch.
According to what was written on the invitation, it was already time for the start of the wedding banquet.
But the venue was still noisy, without the slightest sign of beginning.
Used to strictly keeping to the time, his displeasure showed on his face.
His eyebrows were just lightly furrowed, but he emitted a silent, intimidating aura.
Sheng Mumu turned her head and smiled. "Stop looking at the time."
Qi Mo's eyebrows twitched slightly. He looked directly at her. "Oh?"
His deep eyes showed faint puzzlement.
Sheng Mumu leaned toward him a little.
"You clearly have never attended a wedding banquet before, have you?"
Qi Mo nodded slightly, answering truthfully, "That's right."
He did indeed lack experience in this area.
Strictly speaking, this was the first time he had attended someone else's wedding banquet.
In the past, when he received similar invitations, he would just have his executive assistant prepare a thick red envelope to send over to settle it.
Sheng Mumu chuckled.
He was just as she had guessed.
The grand President Qi Mo, capable of making waves in the business arena, lacked experience in many little matters of daily life.
Sometimes he would inadvertently reveal a side that did not match his steady appearance and powerful aura at all.
Sheng Mumu's bright eyes blinked. She explained to him,
"In my experience, at any banquet, things are dragged out a bit. None can start on time."
As if thinking of something, she added,
"It's a bad habit. If I ever host a celebration or banquet for my company in the future, I will definitely not make guests wait."
Who knows, there may come a day when A Yue Ji has grown big enough to host a bell-ringing ceremony to entertain business partners.
Upon hearing this, an imperceptible emotion flashed in Qi Mo's eyes, which were dark and deeply curled.
Then the corners of his eyes slowly lifted, and he said in a low voice, "Alright."
At the main table on the groom's side.
The man referred to as President Zheng lazily looked around, then slowly retracted his gaze.
Suddenly his eyes paused, lighting up, as he stared fixedly in a certain direction.
He couldn't believe his eyes.
The others at the table were still perfunctorily praising him.
"President Zheng, our family still has to rely on you to mentor Liu Hui in the future."
"It really gave us great face that President Zheng came to my son's wedding banquet today."
"..."
Oblivious to being the center of attention, the man stood up.
He carefully straightened out his shirt and suit, making sure he was presentable. Then he strode directly toward where his gaze had been,
As he walked, he nervously cleared his throat, afraid his tone and manners would be inappropriate.
The fat man had been keeping him company all along. Seeing President Zheng suddenly get up, he thought he wanted to look for a server. Eager to miss no opportunity for fawning, he hurriedly followed along.
Then, President Zheng walked over to a table among the bride's guests.
He respectfully bowed his head and said to one person,
"President Qi, I didn't expect to run into you here. What a coincidence."
Qi Mo looked up and glanced at him.
His expression unchanged, he casually asked, "And you are?"
"It's me, Little Zheng. I'm the fund manager of the subsidiary fund company under Group Third Division."
Qi Mo's eyes narrowed slightly. His gaze was distant and cold, as if he could not recall having this person in the group.
"President Qi, with your busy schedule, you must not remember me. Three years ago at the group annual meeting, I had the honor of toasting you."
The fat man was completely dumbfounded. His not exactly nimble brain CPU worked furiously.
Analyzing the superior-subordinate relationship between President Zheng and that man with the steady aura.
As his train of thought gradually became clear, his cloudy eyes bulged wider and wider.
President Qi?
Qi...
Could it be Qi Group's President Qi Mo!?
