It was actually quite a blow. After all, they were just about to get married, and she was already thinking about a "next time." But Shen Yi knew it was perfectly normal for Qin Jiao to think that way. He would just have to prove his sincerity with his actions from now on.

So, Shen Yi pretended he hadn’t heard her mention anything about a "next wedding." After knocking and entering, he brought up the matter of contacting their relatives back home and organizing the ceremony.

Of course, the sooner the wedding, the better. The groom’s family would handle all the preparations; all Qin Jiao had to do was get ready to be the bride. The other thing was to confirm how many of her relatives would be attending.

When the topic of relatives from their hometown came up, Su Yun remained silent and looked at Qin Zhonghui. He had been standing to the side, still processing the fact that his daughter was getting married. Hearing the question about relatives, he asked, "Xiao Jiao, what are your thoughts?"

"My thought is, we don’t need to involve Grandpa and Grandma. We’ll just give my eldest uncle’s family a call, and my aunt’s family, plus the relatives on my mom’s side."

In reality, most of the relatives wouldn’t come, except for the couple Qin Na and Sun Jianhua, who were about to move to North City to build their careers as well.

Su Yun’s side of the family lived even farther away, so a simple phone call to let them know would suffice.

’Then again,’ Qin Jiao thought, ’it’s not even necessary to tell them. It’s a fake marriage, after all.’

But while she considered it a fake marriage, Shen Yi was treating it as a very real one. After cautiously asking the Qin family about their wishes, he went back to discuss the details with his mother and maternal grandfather.

Shen Yi knew he had wronged Qin Jiao when it came to their wedding in his past life, and he was determined to make it up to her this time.

While the two families were in the full swing of wedding preparations, Shen Zhengfeng soon received an invitation.

Du Liya and Beidou went to the paint factory to find Shen Zhengfeng in person and hand-delivered the invitation. Du Liya said with a wide smile, "Zhengfeng, Xiao Yi is getting married. You’ll have time to come, won’t you?"

Shen Zhengfeng had already heard about it. He didn’t rush to take the invitation, instead sneering, "It’s that girl from the Qin family, isn’t it? Looks like her family plans to cling to you for the rest of their lives. Are they so desperate for money that they’d sacrifice their own daughter’s happiness?"

"What nonsense are you spouting? Xiao Yi and Xiao Jiao are deeply in love—they’re childhood sweethearts. They were deskmates in school and have always been very close. If you don’t believe me, go ask your own Shen Feng."

Beidou, standing beside her, added, "He’s just getting angry out of embarrassment."

Shen Zhengfeng shot a glacial glare in his direction. He had long noticed this kid being all lovey-dovey with his ex-wife. Combined with his foul mood at the moment, he immediately redirected his anger. "And who are you? Mind your own business and stay out of my family’s affairs!"

Beidou didn’t get angry. He just grinned and said, "Technically, I should call you ’Senior.’ I suggest you take a look at this invitation."

Shen Zhengfeng was a few years older than Du Liya, and therefore older than Beidou as well. With a sour expression, he took the invitation. When he saw that it was for two couples, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he stared at the pair before him in utter shock.

Beidou wrapped his arm around Du Liya’s shoulder and announced openly, "We’re having a joint wedding with Xiao Yi and his fiancée. You have to come and show your support that day, Senior!"

Shen Zhengfeng had long known about Shen Yi marrying that girl from the Qin family, so even though he was furious, he was mentally prepared for it.

But for his ex-wife, who had once loved him to death, to be remarrying so soon—and to a man so much younger than him—left Shen Zhengfeng absolutely livid.

He felt his blood pressure about to skyrocket!

Shen Zhengfeng’s hand, pointing at Du Liya, was trembling. "Du Liya, you’re getting married this soon?"