The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 432 - 350

Rong Zhi’s gaze was drawn over.

Yan Qique’s piano playing was quite good.

He placed his hands on the keys and gently pressed the first key, unleashing a beautiful melody that filled the entire hall, compelling everyone to hold their breath and quietly listen to his performance.

Rong Zhi sipped her tea and continued to listen.

At this moment, the main door of the hall slowly opened.

Zishu Ning, dressed in a pure white bridal gown, took her uncle’s arm and walked toward the center. Her dress was specially commissioned by Yan Qique, with just the diamond embellishments alone costing over twenty million, and Yan Qique personally sewing each one on stitch by stitch.

Her features were as gentle as ever—not exceedingly exquisite or beautiful, yet reminiscent of a fine tea that, once savored, leaves one longing for more.

This wedding dress was tailor-made according to her disposition, highlighting her petite and delicate form, akin to a sea sprite fallen to earth.

Rong Zhi could not help but be amazed by her eyes, like deep-sea jewels.

The piano music at the wedding venue had ceased; Zishu Ning had just walked up to Yan Qique, and the master of ceremonies approached. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

The congratulatory words were written appropriately; Yan Qique held Zishu Ning’s hand, his eyes softening, gently curving, showing an unusually bashful demeanor.

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The master of ceremonies on stage was already proceeding with the final steps, with the exchanging of rings next, followed by the tossing of the bouquet.

Zishu Ning made a point to find where Rong Zhi was, giving her an indicative wink, and said softly amidst the ceremony’s proceedings, "Those who want to get married, come."

Rong Zhi received her glance with a slight start, then shook her head helplessly yet amusedly.

Now that she was already engaged and the wedding could happen sooner or later, there was no point in rushing to grab this bouquet; it would be better to let someone who truly wanted to marry have it.

The pink bouquet spun in the hands of those present for two or three minutes, with no one catching it, when suddenly a friend of Yan Qique’s jumped up and seemed about to catch it, only for it to slip from his grasp and get sent flying away.

A collective gasp went up from the crowd.

The bouquet twirled through the air, landing on someone’s knee.

Their eyes followed in unison.

The overhead lights were still a dim purple.

She sat there in a dark greenish-blue qipao embroidered with elegant bamboo, her hair neatly twisted up and secured with a white jade hairpin, with two stray strands loosely framing her face, her profile, exquisitely sculpted, like a work of art.

Rong Zhi gazed at the bouquet in her hands, momentarily taken aback, then lifted her chin slightly, looking at the couple on stage, raising her delicate brows in surprise.

Beautiful, poised.

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After all, in the face of real strength, everything else becomes irrelevant.

Based on what Zhou Yu knew, several domestic teams had previously expressed interest in inviting Qiao to join, but all were rejected without exception.

Zhou Yu walked over to the computer, where the screen was still on the email page.

With his presence, a few teammates did not sit but stood to the side, watching him place a hand on the back of the gaming chair in the training room, bending down to look at the screen.

Here, the email from the "SIS Team" was lengthy, extending a very sincere invitation for the other person to join the team, without needing

Zhou Yu pondered, turning to He Haowen, "The ID card address is in a small town in Suzhou; I’ll head over tomorrow, and call you in the evening."

Upon hearing this, He Haowen showed a surprised expression, "No, you’re going there personally? Just for this Qiao?"

Zhou Yu nodded, standing up and tucking one hand into his pocket, his expression somewhat indifferent, merely looking at the screen as the game restarted.

"Hmm, tonight, first bring up the four we previously selected, see how they train together, prepare for both possibilities."

Seeing he wasn’t joking, He Haowen’s expression turned serious, only the surprise hadn’t completely vanished from his eyes, nodding, "Alright."

In a small town in Suzhou, Zhou Yu actually had to go there himself.

And it was just for the ID card of an old registered grandfather...

He Haowen thought, perhaps Zhou Yu truly liked this "Qiao," not only for the skills but also for the other’s slightly elusive personality.