"Xiao Qian?!" Mo Bei walked up behind Luo Xiaoqian, with a tone full of worry, "What did President Jiao say?"

She had called Jiao Yang so many times, but it was either unreachable or busy, yet he called Luo Xiaoqian’s phone instead. Mo Bei felt worried and a bit sour, though she didn’t show it on her face.

"It’s nothing." Luo Xiaoqian gazed at the undulating waves outside the window, "He just said... some things got delayed, and he can’t make it to the wedding site."

From her voice, Mo Bei detected an unusual tone.

She looked at Luo Xiaoqian’s face with confusion, wanting to ask but hesitated and didn’t open her mouth.

Mo Bei knew about Jiao Yang and Luo Xiaoqian’s relationship. The call just now was listened to by Luo Xiaoqian with such focus and seriousness, although Mo Bei couldn’t imagine what Jiao Yang could have said to Luo Xiaoqian, she could still feel that the call had a significant impact on her.

She was merely Jiao Yang’s subordinate and not really good friends with Luo Xiaoqian, what right did she have to meddle in their affairs?

"Xiao Qian!" The door was pushed open, and Huangfu Ruo came in, holding a child in each hand, "I say, Princess, aren’t you ready yet? How long are you going to make our Lord Emperor Leng wait?!"

"Mom!"

"Aunt Luo!"

Luo Jun and Qin Wanwan ran to her side.

"My classmates and teachers are here, and they all said mom is as beautiful as an angel." Luo Jun held her arm and looked up at her excitedly, "Later, can you take pictures with them?!"

Luo Xiaoqian lowered her face and raised her hand to stroke her son’s soft hair, smoothing it out where it had been tousled by the sea breeze, "Mo Mo, mom..."

"Madam!" Ah Jiu also came in from outside, "The time has come, and the gentleman says if you’re ready, you can go out now."

Luo Xiaoqian bit her lip, "Okay!"

Xu Xia immediately smiled and stepped forward to support Luo Xiaoqian’s arm, "Our Lord Emperor Leng is getting impatient, come, Xiao Bei, quickly, let’s escort Xiao Qian out."

Because Leng Zirui had mentioned it beforehand, Xu Xia didn’t serve as Luo Xiaoqian’s bridesmaid. After discussing with Mo Bei last night, this bridesmaid task was handed over to Mo Bei, who also suggested letting Jiao Yang be the best man, to which Mo Bei gladly agreed.

However, since Jiao Yang didn’t come at the last minute, the task of best man fell to Cheang Xiao.

As Xu Xia spoke, Mo Bei also came to her senses, hurriedly supporting Luo Xiaoqian’s other arm, "Xiao Qian, shall we go out?"

"Okay!" Luo Xiaoqian responded lightly.

"Mo Mo, Wanwan, you two come over and help with the train." Huangfu Ruo busied herself with settling the two children.

Surrounded by everyone, Luo Xiaoqian walked heavily out of the grand hall, took the elevator downstairs to the first floor, and walked along the corridor on the first floor.

The corridor was also laid with a snow-white carpet, with flower stands on each side, topped with shimmering white roses.

Because Luo Xiaoqian was allergic to pollen, all the roses were custom-made crystal roses from Leng Zimo.

"Like white clouds, the white carpet, and never-fading white roses..."

Everything was just as Luo Xiaoqian had written in her dream book.

The carpet beneath her feet was light as clouds, almost like walking on air, yet her steps were as heavy as a mountain.

Through the thin veil, she could clearly see the dazzling sunlight beyond the corridor’s end.