Flashbulbs kept popping. Everyone knew the wedding cars had arrived, and the crowd involuntarily made way. The wedding car stopped slowly in front of the hotel, and staff respectfully opened the door. First, a pair of black leather shoes appeared. Today’s groom, the media’s focus, Jun Hao, slowly stepped out. His tall figure was guided to another car, where he gentlemanly opened the door and took the hand of today’s other focal point, the bride Pei Xuan Zhi.
His expensive black suit fit perfectly on his long, proportionate, and strong body. His hairstyle was fresh and natural, his handsome features complemented by a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. The bride wore a pure white wedding dress that seemed ordinary, except for the dazzling diamond necklace around her neck that showcased her nobility. Her sweet, happy smile added to her beautiful appearance. Gently moving her wrist, she linked arms with the groom, and their tender gaze spoke volumes.
The wedding march played as they slowly walked into the hotel, looking like a golden boy and jade girl, radiant. Surrounding compliments filled the air – was this truly a political marriage? They looked so happy, so perfectly matched.
Reaching the end of the red carpet and ascending the specially constructed platform, a bodyguard-like man approached Jun Hao and whispered something. Jun Hao waved him away. Displaying his charming smile again, he spoke into the microphone: “All guests have arrived, and media friends can take all the photos and videos you want.” The bride and groom embraced intimately on stage, smiling sweetly, welcoming the flashing lights and blessings.
“Everyone, please be quiet. What I’m about to say definitely has news value, media friends, get ready,” he said with a captivating smile and a magnetic, gentle voice. The venue fell silent except for camera flashes.
“The bride-to-be is Pei Xuan Zhi, daughter of one of the global top ten enterprises. I now want to ask Miss Pei if she is willing to be my bride?” He smiled reassuringly and handed her the microphone.
The bride, with a slight blush and starry eyes, softly uttered: “I do.”
Thunderous applause filled every corner of the hotel. Everyone watched the stage, afraid of missing any detail.
His long fingers took back the microphone, his faint smile warming everyone like a spring breeze. He declared godlike: “Today, I’m not getting married.”
