At the hotel entrance, a red carpet stretched for about a hundred meters.
The eldest son of the Huo family, accompanied by his sweet-smiling same-sex partner, led the way. This wealthy couple sometimes embraced each other’s waists, sometimes exchanged smiles, creating a scene akin to a shot from an art film, giving a surreal feeling.
The journalists stationed on both sides of the red carpet couldn’t stop themselves from madly clicking the shutters of their cameras.
There was also the excited voice of a girl shouting from outside, “Power to the same-sex kings! Rooting for you!”
From this, it can be seen that the marriage of the Huo CEO with his same-sex partner was destined to stir up a storm in Beijing.
After all, the identities and attractiveness of the two protagonists were undeniable highlights.
When they reached the middle section, Mrs. Huo, Zhang Ruoqi, got out of the car carrying a baby in her arms; the media reporters immediately recognized that this was the main character of today, the little master of the Huo family.
Just now, the cameras that were aimed at Huo Yunchuan and An Wuyang quickly turned in their direction.
Zhang Rouqi’s face was flushed with joy, her smile radiant, exuding the satisfaction of having a grandchild.
Standing beside her was her husband, Huo Xiao, dressed in traditional Tang costume, the retired entrepreneur from earlier. He greeted everyone with a gentle wave, displaying great humility and politeness.
Next came the An family.
The astute media reporters immediately guessed that these four high-profile adults and children were likely the maternal relatives of Huo’s newlywed daughter-in-law.
Such a sensational presence naturally became the target of intense camera clicking.
The An family forced smiles, their faces stiff. Facing the attention of so many media for the first time, their performance could only be described as not making any mistakes.
The elderly patriarch of the Huo family, being of advanced age, didn’t like such noisy scenes.
After his car arrived at the hotel, he secretly entered the lobby through the back door.
At this moment, seated at the main table, wearing a purple-red satin Tang costume, was the old patriarch, playing with his great-grandchild, and happily accepting congratulations from his juniors below, unable to close his mouth due to happiness.
As the host, Huo Yunchuan entrusted his wife and son to his parents and went out to greet the guests at the entrance.
There stood a large vermilion table, behind which was an elderly steward. He was a senior member of the Huo family, with a high status.
“Uncle Nine, I’ll take care of the guest list,” Huo Yunchuan said respectfully as he walked over, taking off his coat and rolling up his sleeves, ready to work.
“Alright,” Huo Jiushu said with a scrutinizing gaze at his eldest nephew. Getting married and having children really made a difference; he was much more likable than before.
At eleven o’clock, the guests started arriving one after another.
When Huo Jiushu received red envelopes, he opened them on the spot, read aloud the contents, then took out the cash, and kept the red envelopes for himself. As for the money, he would double it and put it back in red envelopes to return to the guests.
This was a symbolic gesture, and the guests who were not short of money smiled happily and congratulated him.
Xue Ji Yang and her boyfriend Xie Ran, holding invitations with special calligraphy, arrived. When they received thick red envelopes in return, Xue Ji Yang grinned happily, “Wow, my buddy’s in-laws are really generous. I should have brought more gifts.”
Xie Ran: “Let’s go in quickly and not embarrass ourselves.” Having gained quite a bit of weight, the academically accomplished Xue Ji Yang pulled her boyfriend forward.
Huo Yunchuan glanced at their intertwined hands and smirked.
Shortly after, Xue Ji Yang and other guests with angelic handwriting on their invitations were seated at the same table, where acquaintances could easily chat.
As the maternal relatives of An Wuyang, the An family was likely seated at the main table.
Fortunately, the table was large enough, with a total of twenty seats, accommodating everyone.
When An Cheng and Ding Wei’s invited relatives entered, most of them politely took their assigned seats, while only a few individuals eagerly approached the main table to offer their congratulations, chatting endlessly.
An Cheng and Ding Wei felt particularly awkward, feeling as if everyone was watching them.
Feeling extremely embarrassed, An Wuyu kicked his parents’ feet under the table, urging them to quickly handle these relatives.
At that moment, An Wuyang was catching up with classmates and teachers at another table and hadn’t witnessed his parents’ embarrassment.
It wasn’t until An Cheng directly asked the relatives to return to their seats that the main table quieted down.
Unable to bear it, An Wuyu blew her bangs and muttered with exasperation, “They haven’t visited in ages, but as soon as they hear there’s something to gain, they come running. I really don’t understand why these relatives are here.”
Yes, she really couldn’t understand why her parents invited such distant relatives!
Ding Wei glanced at her daughter: “Say a little less.” Then she smiled and greeted Zhang Ruoqi, getting up to greet her ordinary relatives.
Before going over, she walked to her second son and asked, “Wuyang, your uncles and aunts are here. Do you want to go with mom and say hello?”
An Wuyang, who was greeting classmates and buddies, hesitated for a moment and said, “I’m not very familiar with them, so I won’t go over. Please give them my regards.” After a pause, he added, “I’ll ask Grandma Dun Dun to prepare some gifts to take back when we leave.”
Ding Wei said, “You’re holding a grudge, aren’t you?”
She believed that since everyone had praised the eldest and third children before, and not the second, the second child now harbored some resentment.
An Wuyang looked puzzled: “Grudge?”
It turned out that this was what his mother thought, so he quickly furrowed his brows and explained, “Mom, we have no grudges or grievances. Where would such a grudge come from?”
Then the handsome youth relaxed his brow and said something from the heart, “To be honest, they are dispensable to me, and I’m probably the same to them. This state won’t change regardless of my circumstances.”
Ding Wei choked up, “But they are your relatives who came specially to congratulate you today.”
An Wuyang pondered for a moment and said, “But I clearly don’t want to go over there, and pretending to do so will make me very uncomfortable.”
More importantly, he knew what kind of looks he would face after going over there.
That must be very uncomfortable.
“I just hope that my relatives will treat me as they did before.” An Wuyang said to his mother.
Ding Wei’s gaze at her son suddenly became complicated, and for a moment, her face flushed: “Do as you wish, I’ll go over by myself.”
Her departure seemed slightly stiff.
An Wuyang: “Um…”
If he were to be favored due to changes in circumstances, he couldn’t accept that kind of favor.
What An Wuyang wanted was like what Xiaopang had, genuine liking for his true self without any other considerations.
As for whether there would be relatives asking to see him after his mother went over, there probably would be, but he didn’t care.
Back at the table with classmates and teachers, where Xiaopang was, the atmosphere was still lively.
“Buddy!” Xue Ji Yang reached out to pull the increasingly handsome young man into a hug. “You’re the real winner in life, marrying into a wealthy family without saying a word!”
Classmate A: “Yeah!” His face was flushed with excitement, and he spoke passionately, “Those people from XX are really shallow. We used to get along so well in class with you. When the news spreads tomorrow, who knows, they might be green with envy!”
An Wuyang: “That’s fine, I’m content just having you all here.”
He gently pushed away Xiaopang’s bear hug and picked up a glass of blueberry juice from the table. “Teacher He, classmates, though the banquet hasn’t officially started, I can’t help but feel happy. Come, let’s have a drink.”
His senior high school teacher, Teacher He, pushed his glasses up and smiled as he raised a glass of wine with the classmates. “Classmates, let’s all wish Wuyang the best for the future!”
An Wuyang: “Thank you, Teacher He!” They used to call their teacher “Teacher He” back in their senior year, and using that term now felt like returning to the dark days of senior year.
His buddies, without furrowing their brows while drinking, asked, “What are you drinking?” Taking a sniff from the other’s glass, a sweet scent hit their noses, and he slapped his thigh with laughter, “Oh my, blueberry juice.”
An Wuyang chuckled too, “What’s wrong with blueberry juice? No right to drink?”
It’s not that he didn’t want to drink, but Huo Yunchuan didn’t allow him to drink alcohol, not even a drop.
“It’s all the same, haha.”
The former teachers and classmates couldn’t quite believe that the person standing before them was the same introverted, quiet, and unremarkable boy from a year ago.
Mainly because An Wuyang had changed so much, all for the better.
Firstly, his temperament had transformed from quiet and introverted to outgoing and confident, like a shining star.
Secondly, his appearance and complexion, still the same features, but now a hundred times more dazzling.
The saying goes, a pearl covered in dust, once the dust is brushed off, it will shine brilliantly.
“Yangyang!”
An Wuyang didn’t stay long here, as he was quickly called back by his father-in-law: “Come over, Mingjie and the others are here, looking for you everywhere.”
An Wuyang responded and turned to bid farewell to his classmates and teachers: “Mingjie’s uncles are here, they are good friends of my husband, I’ll go over to greet them.”
He left, leaving behind a beautiful silhouette for his classmates to marvel at.
The classmate A who was feeling emotional couldn’t resist it after all. While the banquet was underway, he took a small video of his classmate who had married into a wealthy family and his wealthy family.
Classmate A’s WeChat Moments: Married to a high school sweetheart for love, best wishes [Images][Images][Images][Images][Images][Images][Images]
Yes, this was a flashy nine-grid dynamic.
The Huo family were all public figures, appearing in newspapers and magazines since they were young.
The younger generation of the Huo family also had their own accounts on various platforms, receiving attention comparable to that of celebrities.
Most people who saw Classmate A’s WeChat Moments could decode the identities of this group of people.
So, Classmate A, who had always been unknown, was immediately surrounded by classmates and friends because of this small video.
Of course, most people questioned its authenticity.
After being questioned, Classmate A felt particularly depressed, thinking, “Wait until tomorrow’s news comes out, then you’ll know.”
An Wuyang had been photographed a lot today.
There were pictures of him with Huo Yunchuan, holding Dun Dun, and standing with his family. The only constant was the smile on his face, as sweet as sugar.
Even every photo captured by media reporters, even if he wasn’t smiling with teeth showing, was edited by graphic designers who exclaimed how sweet it was.
The next day’s press release hadn’t been written yet, but within the studio, An Wuyang was already crowned with the title “Sweet An” internally.
The official report authorized by the Huo family, with a very positive tone, detailed An Wuyang’s background and simple life story, including his college entrance exam score and the reason for temporarily suspending his studies.
Of course, the reason given was just that he wasn’t feeling well, with no further details disclosed.
Dressed in a black court-style suit, with clean-cut black hair and a bright, sweet smile, a nineteen-year-old youth exuded elegance and dignity on the red carpet.
Newspapers published photos of An Wuyang and Huo Yunchuan embracing each other facing the camera, as well as a photo of An Wuyang smiling and making a peace sign at the reporters.
A beautiful youth who didn’t hesitate to show his smile, brimming with youth and happiness, exuded an extremely sweet aura.
The newspaper sales on May 16th reached their peak of the year, thanks to the high-profile appearance of this wealthy couple.
Another magazine that sold very well featured a close-up shot of An Wuyang’s left hand.
The editor dedicated a lengthy article specifically introducing the origin of this blue diamond and its price.
In short, after the 15th, both print and online media were reporting on this matter.
For ordinary people, the example of an ordinary person marrying into a wealthy family is just as common as a celebrity doing so, so it’s not particularly novel.
However, this time, it was a nineteen-year-old ordinary youth marrying into wealth, and the controversy seemed to be higher than when a female celebrity married into wealth.
Just look at how they quickly occupied various headlines and hot searches after the reports came out on the first day.
Many people clicked on various videos and photos of #HuoCouple# out of curiosity.
And then their focus was quite strange!
Netizen 001: “One smiles so sweetly, the other looks serious the whole time. Are we sure they’re truly in love?”
Netizen 002: “The younger one smiles so happily, and he looks pretty good too. It’s just that standing next to Huo, he seems so small.”
Netizen 003: “Huo is really cunning. Originally, he wanted to use his son’s full-month banquet as a cover for himself, but the media’s attention is still on their gay activities [laughing emoji]”
Netizen 004: “I’m An’s classmate, we sat in front and behind him in senior high! Everyone, please like my comment to get me up there!”
Netizen 005: “They say Huo’s son doesn’t smile, you have to understand! He used to despise the media! It’s already good that he’s willing to cooperate for photos!”
This netizen 005 spoke the truth.
The Huo father, who was said not to be in true love, is now at home taking care of his son like changing diapers and feeding him, doing everything by himself.
After finishing breakfast, An Wuyang returned to bed for a nap. When he woke up, he felt a lot of the fatigue had dissipated.
His phone, lying by the pillow, kept buzzing.
He unsuspectingly picked it up, startled by the dozens or even hundreds of little red notifications – what’s going on?
“Yangyang, are you awake?” Knocking on the door was Zhang Ruoqi, saying, “Some famous magazines and TV programs want to interview you, are you interested?”
An Wuyang was quite surprised, as he hadn’t checked the online news yet and didn’t know the current situation. “Interview? Thank you, I’ll discuss it with Yunchuan later.”
He thought to himself that he didn’t quite understand these things and should ask the experienced Mr. Huo.
Next door, Huo Yunchuan, with one foot on the base of his son’s cradle, rocked his drowsy son while holding a tablet computer in his hand, his slender fingers scrolling through and reading the news of the day.
When President Huo saw “Wow! The top and bottom are so compatible! My God! In my lifetime, I’ve actually been treated to such high-quality official dog food. I can die without regrets now!” a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.
But when President Huo saw “Oh, An An is so sweet! Super sweet! It’s killing me. Do you mind if I switch husbands, An!” his face turned black.
“Yunchuan, what are you and Dun Dun doing?” An Wuyang, wearing a thin pajama, walked over from the next room, stretching lazily as he walked, revealing his flexible and fair waistline.
Seeing someone coming, Huo Yunchuan put down the tablet in his hand.
“He fell asleep.” As he spoke, he got up and walked towards the approaching youth, effortlessly lifting him up by the waist as soon as he reached him, with fluid movements, without any pause.
An Wuyang’s face turned red because he knew this was the prelude to a kiss.
He married a man who couldn’t go a day without kissing him.
Huo Yunchuan lifted the delicate white hand of the youth and pressed it directly to the place where he needed comfort, and leaned the youth against the wall behind the curtain, kissing him affectionately.
He guessed wrong.
He was still too naive.
An Wuyang, who had already experienced the other’s needs in this regard, blushed and dared not move, appearing particularly obedient and submissive.
After a while, Huo Yunchuan grabbed the tip of the little angel’s ear and teased, “Yangyang, do you want me?”
An Wuyang felt his ears burning unbearably. “I… I do…” His heart was pounding, and he was a bit scared. “But… my wound hasn’t healed yet, I’m afraid I can’t handle it right now…”
The gaze of the thirty-one-year-old man darkened for a moment, enduring the discomfort. “Hmm…”
It’s just abstinence, isn’t it? His long neck was not at all difficult.
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The author has something to say:
President Huo cautiously threw out a pair of Aces: “Two Aces.”
Yangyang: “Can’t handle it… TAT”
President Huo gritted his teeth and pulled out a pair of Threes: “Two Threes.”
Yangyang looked at his full hand of sequential cards: “Can’t handle it… TAT”
President Huo took a deep breath and threw out the previously unpaired Three of Hearts: “One Three.”
Yangyang revealed the biggest card from his sequential cards: ‘One Ace.’
President Huo ignored his pair of Kings: “Can’t handle it.”
Yangyang happily laid out his cards: “Sequential cards!”
Yay, won!
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