The conversation between Su Yang and Wang Jiancheng earlier had been quiet.
Coupled with the open car windows and the noise outside, the two people in the back seat hadn’t caught much of it.
However, Song Anquan didn’t dwell on it. He turned to Su Yang with a smile and said, "Bro, ready to head out?"
"Almost. Just waiting for the others to get in the car. There’s room for one more in the front passenger seat—you guys sit tight, I’ll go check outside."
With that, Su Yang opened the car door and stepped out.
A few minutes later, Song Da followed him back.
Earlier, Song Da had been driving Jiang Mengyun’s car, but now he was planning to just hop into any available vehicle when he happened to run into Su Yang, who had just gotten out.
After exchanging a few words, Su Yang invited him to ride in his car.
Once Song Da was inside, Su Yang also took his seat.
Song Anquan glanced at Song Da and grinned. "Hey? What brings you here, old man?"
"Su Yang asked me to ride with him. Figured I’d take the chance to experience a Rolls-Royce, heh."
"Well, enjoy it then. My buddy here drives like a maniac."
"I know—last time, he floored it and left me eating his dust in seconds," Song Da chuckled as he fastened his seatbelt.
Su Yang smirked lightly, started the engine, and turned on the hazard lights. "You two in the back better buckle up too. We’re moving."
"Got it!"
The convoy heading back had now grown from eleven to fourteen cars. Aside from the one driven by Wang Xiaoyan’s parents, two others belonged to relatives and friends from her side.
Su Yang had taken a quick look earlier—Wang Xiaoyan’s parents were driving a fully loaded BMW 530, priced around 500,000 yuan after taxes. The other two were a Cadillac CT6 and an Audi A6.
Overall, the three cars were decent, and just by appearances, they outclassed the ones driven by Song Anquan’s relatives—though Su Yang and Jiang Mengyun’s vehicles were in a league of their own.
However, these three cars didn’t join the wedding procession. Instead, they sped ahead on their own.
Half an hour later, Su Yang and the remaining eleven cars entered the Hangzhou toll station.
Once on the highway, Su Yang finally had the chance to really open up the throttle.
After giving the others a heads-up, he slammed the accelerator, sending the Rolls-Royce Cullinan surging forward and leaving the ten cars behind in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Mengyun, in her Macan, watched this with a faint smile before picking up speed to chase after him.
Her Macan wasn’t the base model—it was the top-tier Macan GTS.
The base price alone was around 800,000 yuan, and with Porsche’s custom options, it easily crossed 900,000, nearing a million.
Powered by a 2.9L twin-turbo V6 with 441 horsepower and Porsche’s PDK transmission, it was a beast on the highway.
Soon, Jiang Mengyun also left the other cars behind.
But as a woman, she didn’t dare push too hard, making it difficult to catch up with Su Yang.
Meanwhile, Su Yang was tearing down the highway in the Cullinan. The roses on the hood fluttered wildly in the wind but stayed firmly in place.
Before long, he spotted the champagne-colored BMW 530 in the left lane ahead.
Switching to the middle lane, he blew past it in an instant.
Song Da gripped the armrest, forcing a calm smile. "Su Yang, you’re a demon behind the wheel. But maybe ease up a bit—safety first, yeah?"
Su Yang flashed an "OK" sign. "Got it."
......
A little past 1 p.m., Su Yang was the first to exit the Yangcheng toll station, pulling over to wait for the others.
Soon, all the cars regrouped, lined up again, and headed toward Song Anquan’s home.
Another twenty minutes later, the convoy rolled into the village.
Song Anquan pulled out his phone to notify his father.
Before long, the cars parked in the open space in front of Song Anquan’s house.
A red stage had already been set up in the yard for the wedding ceremony.
After parking, everyone got out and gathered at the entrance.
Song Anquan also stepped out, turning to carry Wang Xiaoyan on his back as he walked toward the yard.
As they reached the door, people on both sides cheered and twisted open party poppers.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Several poppers burst simultaneously, showering the couple in a rain of glittering confetti.
Amid the crowd’s cheers, Song Anquan, grinning, carried Wang Xiaoyan to their room.
Once inside, he set her down on the red-dressed bed.
Two toddlers scrambled onto the bed, rolling around—marking the official end of the bride-retrieval ritual.
Everyone took the chance to rest. The wedding ceremony would start soon, and they needed the break.
It was already 3:30 p.m., and rural banquets began early.
Tables filled the front and back yards, as well as two rooms on the first floor—around twenty in total.
Villagers started trickling in.
What followed was the standard wedding routine.
The bridesmaids and groomsmen stood at the entrance, handing out cigarettes and candies. Guests entering the yard stopped at a table on the left to give their monetary gifts.
Su Yang asked for Song Anquan’s bank details and transferred 660,000 yuan directly from his phone.
That amount would’ve been impractical in a red envelope, so a transfer was the way to go.
But since Song Anquan was busy, he hadn’t yet seen how much Su Yang had sent.
At 5:30 p.m., the emcee’s booming voice signaled the start of the ceremony.
After the formalities, it was time for the feast.
By 7 p.m., most guests had left after eating. Su Yang, ready to return to Yangcheng, spotted Song Anquan nearby, his face flushed from drinking. He waved him over. "Anquan!"
"Coming, bro! What’s up?" Song Anquan jogged over, grinning.
Su Yang patted his shoulder. "Take it easy on the drinks. Don’t get wasted—you’ve got important business tonight."
"Heh, I know. Just celebrating! Don’t worry, I’ve got it under control."
Su Yang nodded. "Good. Oh, check your banking app later—I sent the gift money to your account."
"Will do, bro!" Song Anquan pulled out his phone and opened the app.
An unread SMS notification caught his eye. He tapped it.
The moment he saw the amount, his eyes nearly bulged out. He rubbed them and looked again.
"Holy—! Bro, how much did you send?! Six… ten, hundred, thousand… sixty-six thousand? Wait—660,000?!"
Su Yang smiled faintly. "It’s nothing. Just a token of my appreciation."
"Nothing?! This is insane! You—you—"
"Stop overreacting. Between us, this is pocket change. Once things settle, take your wife to Lucheng for a nice honeymoon. If you want to work in Haicheng after, just let me know—I’ll set you up."
"Bro…" Tears welled in Song Anquan’s eyes, his hands trembling as he clutched the phone.
In all his life, he’d never seen a wedding gift this large. Even close friends usually gave a few thousand.
Tens of thousands were rare—but Su Yang had just dropped 660,000.
Overwhelmed, he closed his eyes, pulled Su Yang into a tight hug, and let the tears fall.
Su Yang chuckled helplessly and patted his shoulder. "Come on, big man, cut it out. Let go."
Song Anquan wiped his tears and grinned. "No more words. When you get married, I’ll gift you 880,000 yuan."
Su Yang laughed heartily. "Damn right you will! Alright, I’ll get going now. Got stuff to do tomorrow. Hit me up when you’re free."
Song Anquan nodded. "Sure, brother. I won’t keep you then. Go rest up—you’ve been a huge help these past couple days."
Just then, Wang Xiaoyan noticed them from a distance and hurried over.
Seeing Song Anquan’s tear-streaked face, she blinked in surprise. "What’s going on? Why the waterworks?"
Song Anquan took a deep breath and looked at her. "My bro here’s too good to me. I’m moved!"
Wang Xiaoyan frowned in confusion. "What even happened?"
"Nothing much. I’ll fill you in tonight. Go handle your stuff—I wanna chat with my bro a bit."
"Fine." Wang Xiaoyan agreed, exchanged a quick nod with Su Yang, and walked off.
After a brief chat, Su Yang said his goodbyes and left.
He’d only taken a few steps when he spotted Jiang Mengyun waiting by the courtyard gate.
"What were you guys talking about? You made him cry?" she teased.
Su Yang shook his head with a smile. "Nothing much. You heading out too?"
"Yep. Nothing left for me here."
"Aren’t you waiting for your parents?"
"Why? They’re still drinking. Not my problem."
Su Yang nodded. "Alright, let’s go together. I’m leaving too."
Jiang Mengyun’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in. "Mind if I ask how much you gifted Brother Song?"
Su Yang shrugged. "660,000."
"Six... how much?" Jiang Mengyun froze mid-step.
Su Yang waved casually as he walked toward the gate. "Later."
"660,000? No wonder he cried. I’d cry too!"
[Ding. Detected Jiang Mengyun’s favorability toward host has risen to 60. Reward: 3 million yuan.]
......
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