Yan Han nodded, and the matter of the wedding dress and dress came to an end. Song Xiang originally thought that this was the most complicated thing, but she didn't expect that the more troublesome things would come later.
No wonder some people take a year and a half to prepare for a wedding. They compress it into half a month, but they can't help but be busy.
In the next two weeks, Yan Han simply started taking wedding leave in advance and left everything to the vice president.
Song Xiang naturally also took some time off, and the two of them focused all their attention on the wedding.
At the beginning of April, the weather in the imperial capital is still cool, but it is also the time when everything revives.
The news of the marriage between the Yan and Rong families spread very quickly, and the imperial capital's aristocratic circles were all confused. They were originally waiting for the two families to break up, but the wedding was held so quickly.
Rong Boye intended to reveal Song Xiang's identity to the public this time, and relaxed his control over media reports. For a time, not only the circle, but also netizens were in a rage.
The word "Rong Yi" was on the hot search for several days before going down. Naturally, the "Murderer's Daughter" incident was brought up again, and the Internet was full of everything.
Song Xiang had long since developed an iron frame and completely ignored the voices from the outside world.
On the wedding day, in addition to guests from both families, Yan Han also invited Mrs. Yu to witness their love.
Song Xiang originally wanted to ask Gu Lian to be the bridesmaid, but Gu Lian was pestered by Xiao Niannian and it was inconvenient to run around, so the bridesmaids fell on Li Ying, Wang Fuxue and Su Man.
They all stayed at Rong's house the night before and spent the night listening to Uncle Yu's firecrackers.
Song Xiang was picked up early in the morning.
"It's so tiring to get married. I'd better not do this in the future."
Li Ying had a zombie face, her head hanging down, and she almost stuck out her tongue.
The room was noisy. Song Xiang also yawned when he heard her talking, completely at the mercy of others.
In order to save some trouble, she chose Western style in the first half and Chinese style in the evening, so she went directly to the auditorium without blocking the door.
There was a room full of people having a bachelor party last night, but now they were all lying down. Suman and Wang Fuxue were fine. Li Ying said a few words, and the sound of even breathing came out.
Song Xiang was sleepy at first, but when his phone vibrated, the news of Yan Han came through.
——Mrs. Yan, which step have you reached?
She was excited, stimulated by this unprecedented new title, bit her lip, and quietly replied to the message.
——Just put on makeup.
Yan Han: Don’t melt it, packaging is a waste of time, and unpacking it at night is a waste of time.
Song Xiang: "..."
Yan Han: Anyway, no one can see you if you are wearing a veil.
Song Xiang made a face at the screen, but it was covered with a veil anyway.
"Okay, okay! The wedding car is here! Cheer up!"
Wang Zheng roared and everyone stood at attention. Suman and Wang Fuxue suddenly stood up and bumped into each other.
In an instant, all kinds of troops were in chaos, people looking for boxes, people carrying buckets, you bumped into me and I bumped into you, it was a mess.
Song Xiang held up her skirt and went out first, escorted by Wang Zheng. She almost fell down at the stairs. Fortunately, Rong Boye was waiting for her at the stairs and helped her in time.
"dad."
"You are careless, your mother is not like this." Rong Boye reached out and patted her forehead with the back of his hand through the veil, then leaned over to arrange her wedding dress.
Song Xiang stood still, and the troops behind him became silent.
From the preparation for the wedding to now, Rong Boye has only been a helper behind the scenes. The father and daughter have had heart-to-heart talks, but it was only at this moment that Song Xiang felt like she was about to cry.