Do you want to see the vehicle license

Song Anquan laughed heartily as he dashed to the staircase and hurried upstairs.

Song Da and the others quickly followed behind.

Upon reaching the second floor, Song Anquan headed straight for the innermost room at the end of the hallway.

However, the door was tightly shut. He pushed against it and shouted, "Open up! I'm here to pick up my bride!"

Several female voices chimed from inside, "Are you the groom?"

Song Anquan grinned foolishly. "Yeah, it's me! Let me in—I know who you are."

"Then who am I? Guess right, and we'll let you in."

After a moment's thought, Song Anquan answered, "Zhang Wei!"

"Nope, wrong guess!"

"Really? That’s definitely your voice. Don’t lie to me."

Just then, over a dozen people crowded in behind him, making the hallway feel packed.

Song Anquan continued, "What do I need to do to get in?"

"Where are the red envelopes? No red envelopes, no entry!"

Song Da, standing nearby, suggested, "How about you open the door just a crack? We’ll slip the red envelopes through."

The girls inside giggled. "If we open it even a little, you’ll barge in. We’re not that dumb!"

"Then how are we supposed to give you the red envelopes?"

"Slide them under the door. If we’re satisfied, we’ll open it."

With no other choice, Song Anquan grabbed a few red envelopes, crouched down, and slid them under the door.

A few seconds later, the voices inside protested, "What kind of red envelopes are these?! Only six yuan? Give us bigger ones!"

"Bigger ones, bigger ones!"

A chorus of demands erupted from inside.

Song Anquan sighed in resignation. "Fine, fine." He opened his bag, pulled out several envelopes containing 68 yuan each, and slid them under the door.

Soon, laughter rang out again. "Not big enough, not big enough!"

"Seriously?!"

"Give us a few more~"

Exhaling sharply, Song Anquan decided to go all out. He took out ten of the largest red envelopes—each containing 128 yuan—and shoved them under the door.

"Happy now? That’s all I’ve got!"

"Much better. Now answer three questions, and we’ll let you in."

"More questions? Alright, go ahead."

......

Ten minutes later, after struggling through the girls’ tricky questions, Song Anquan barely passed.

The door cracked open slightly, but Song Da and the others were quick—they rushed forward and pushed it wide open.

Amidst deafening cheers, Song Anquan and his group finally entered Wang Xiaoyan’s room.

There, Wang Xiaoyan sat on the bed, dressed in a red traditional bridal gown, a golden phoenix crown adorning her head, her makeup flawless as she smiled.

To put it bluntly, with makeup on, she looked decent—maybe a solid 70 out of 100 by conventional standards.

Her looks were average—neither stunning nor plain.

Su Yang, Jiang Mengyun, Chen Qi, and others gradually filled the room, packing the 30-40 square meter space.

Song Anquan and his groomsmen began playing the little games the bridesmaids had prepared.

Once the games ended, the search for the bride’s hidden shoes began.

Another ten minutes passed before one of the groomsmen finally found them tucked behind a wardrobe.

Next came Song Anquan’s solo confession.

He briefly recounted how they first met, then blushed through a series of embarrassingly sweet words.

Listening to his speech, Su Yang felt a twinge of emotion, though he couldn’t help but shiver at the cheesiness.

......

After the confession, the couple shared a kiss amid the crowd’s teasing. Song Anquan helped Wang Xiaoyan put on her shoes and step off the bed, marking the end of this segment.

With the main event over, everyone headed downstairs.

Song Anquan’s side placed the betrothal gifts—gold jewelry and other items—on the living room table. Wang Xiaoyan’s parents shared a few words of advice with the couple, wrapping up the bridal retrieval ceremony.

Su Yang and the others had a quick breakfast prepared by Wang Xiaoyan’s family in the courtyard. It was already 8:10 a.m.

After a short break, a man in his thirties stepped forward—Wang Xiaoyan’s cousin, who would carry her to the car.

Customs varied by region, but here, the bride had to be carried to the vehicle by a male relative.

Once they reached the groom’s home, Song Anquan would carry her to their bedroom.

Then, two young children would roll on the bed for luck before the bride could walk freely.

With everything ready, Wang Xiaoyan’s cousin lifted her up. Song Anquan walked beside them as they stepped outside—only for firecrackers to explode loudly in the courtyard.

Su Yang, Jiang Mengyun, and the other drivers had already returned to their cars.

"Finally over," Jiang Mengyun said to Su Yang, smiling as the firecrackers crackled.

"Yeah, but we’ve got hours of driving ahead. Probably won’t arrive until one or two."

"About right. Are you heading back to Haicheng after dinner tonight?" she asked, blinking at him.

Su Yang shook his head. "Not tonight. Even if I did, I’d have to stop in Yangcheng first. Got some things to handle tomorrow."

"Oh, alright. Well, I’ll head back first. Drop by my café when you’re in Haicheng."

Su Yang grinned. "Count on it."

"See you then~"

As they chatted, cheers erupted again. Wang Xiaoyan’s cousin carried her swiftly to the Rolls-Royce Cullinan.

Song Anquan hurried ahead, opening the rear door so she could be placed inside. After thanking her cousin and handing him a red envelope, he climbed in beside her.

Su Yang got into the driver’s seat, ready to depart.

Inside the car, Song Anquan smiled at Wang Xiaoyan. "Xiaoyan, this is my good friend, Su Yang."

Wang Xiaoyan turned to greet him, but upon seeing Su Yang’s face, she froze. Swallowing hard, she stammered, "Su Yang, h-hi~"

Su Yang smiled. "Nice to meet you."

"I’ve heard Anquan mention you. Are you two close?"

"Yeah, we’ve known each other since childhood."

"Oh, that’s great. I’m glad he has a friend like you."

As they spoke, Wang Xiaoyan’s parents approached the car, beaming.

Her father, Wang Jiancheng, and mother, Li Lirong, both in their fifties, leaned in.

"Young man, are you the driver?" Wang Jiancheng asked.

Su Yang nodded politely. "That’s me."

"Drive safely, alright? Take care on the road."

"Don’t worry, sir. I’m a steady driver."

"Good, good."

Wang Jiancheng eyed the car appreciatively. "Nice ride."

Then, hesitating, he added, "What’s your name, young man?"

"Su Yang. Just call me Xiao Su. I’m Anquan’s friend."

"Xiao Su, got it. This car..."

Noticing Wang Jiancheng’s hesitation, Su Yang thought to himself, Just spit it out, old man. What’s with the beating around the bush?

After a brief silence, Wang Jiancheng walked around to the driver's side and asked with a low chuckle, "Su Yang, roughly how much does it cost to rent this car for a day? No particular reason—just that my nephew’s getting married soon, and I thought I’d arrange something similar for the bridal car."

Su Yang saw through the question but played along with a smile. "Uncle, this is actually my own car, so I’m not sure about rental prices."

"This is yours?"

Su Yang replied casually, "Would you like to see the vehicle registration, Uncle?"

Wang Jiancheng waved it off with a grin. "Ah, Su Yang, no need for that! Since you don’t know, I’ll just check the rates on an app later."

"Sure thing," Su Yang nodded amiably.

Still smiling, Wang Jiancheng returned to the passenger side.

Just then, Song Anquan leaned out from the backseat and called to the two outside, "Mom, Dad, which car are you taking?"

"Don’t worry about us—we’ll drive ourselves," came the reply.

"Oh, alright. Drive carefully, then."

"Will do. If you’re tired, take a nap in the car. There’ll be plenty to do once we reach your place. You’ve both worked hard these past few days preparing everything—after today, make sure to rest properly."

Hearing Wang Jiancheng’s unusually warm tone, Song Anquan scratched his head, puzzled, but answered cheerfully, "Got it!"

With that, Wang Jiancheng and Li Lirong hurried off ahead.

As they left, Song Anquan frowned slightly, thinking to himself, What’s going on? Since when did they become so nice?

......