Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 642 - 622 The Grand Wedding (Part 3)

The wedding banquet would host the social elite at the hotel, a continuous feast lasting three full days.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Jiayi changed into a gown for entertaining guests, reapplied her makeup, and then descended the stairs.

The banquet hall was resplendent with gold, the Swarovski crystal chandeliers and the golden columns made the entire hall resemble a palace.

Inside the hall were British-style horseshoe-shaped long dining tables, accommodating fifty to sixty guests, with each guest attended to by a servant, enjoying imperial-like service.

This banquet hall was just one of the many used to entertain guests, receiving those closest to the Huo Family, such as the families of the couple and some other important figures.

Jiayi recognized some of the guests’ faces as politicians and tycoons she had seen on television before.

There were also several blond-haired, blue-eyed Europeans, presumably guests from A Country here to offer their congratulations.

Huo Tianpei, due to a stroke, regrettably could not attend and personally come to China for his eldest son’s wedding but had still sent a confidant to represent him.

There were also the executives from the American Huo family whom Jiayi had seen in that video call, their familiar faces not seeming strange to her now.

As she looped her arm through his, Jiayi could still feel his coldness. Casting a surreptitious glance at him, she saw that the man in the dark grey suit was impressively tall, with a profile as if carved from stone, yet as steel-like and devoid of warmth. However, in the eyes of everyone present, Master Huo always maintained such a majestic and cool demeanor, so his expression did not invite suspicion.

He was still angry, and she had no desire to confront him at this time.

It was just a matter of not talking, right? Anyone could do that.

The pair moved among the seating, weaving through the guests, accepting congratulations and well-wishes.

When they stopped at one point, and before Jiayi could get a clear view of the person by the table, a sweet female voice rang out:

"Cousin."

The woman’s Mandarin wasn’t quite standard, carrying a heavy Western accent but still fashionable. She appeared to be in her twenties, with large, soul-entrancing eyes of a typically seductive fox-like shape, and her naturally curly hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Wearing a low-cut, tight-fitting gown, her distinct Western figure was highlighted to full effect, but the dark color of her eyes and hair revealed Eastern traits.

She was a mixed-race woman.

Jiayi glanced around; those seated in this area were visitors from A Country. Was this woman Huo Zhenyang’s cousin?

The guests from A Country today all spoke English and hardly knew any Chinese; yet, this cousin of his spoke Mandarin so fluently.

Huo Zhenyang cracked a slight smile: "LO."

"I still prefer when cousin calls me by my Chinese name, Xiaolei." The girl playfully curled her lips into a smile that captivated everyone, causing many unmarried men to hold their breath.

Just then, she embraced Huo Zhenyang’s arm intimately: "Cousin is becoming more and more manly. You haven’t been back to A Country for years; I’ve missed you so much."

"Don’t be presumptuous," a tall and slightly portly middle-aged blond man chided her in English upon seeing his daughter’s actions.

Xiaolei let go of her cousin’s hand and sat down, sticking out her tongue: "Daddy, I just missed my cousin too much."

Then she turned towards Jiayi with a coy look: "Cousin-in-law, cousin used to stay at our home when he visited A Country, and the two of us have always been like this, it’s habit. You won’t get angry, will you?"

Jiayi blossomed a light smile: "Why would I?"

Xiaolei thought she would be displeased, but those three indifferent words left her somewhat disinterested and she said no more.

The middle-aged man turned to Huo Zhenyang with a hint of apology: "I’m sorry, Zhenyang, LO has always been this way; it’s my fault for spoiling her too much, causing her to disregard the situation."

Huo Zhenyang replied indifferently: "Uncle Boris is being too serious. Girls who grow up abroad are all like this."

The middle-aged man glanced at Jiayi, his look complex for a brief moment, before saying: "Miss Chu, it’s been years since we last met, and now you’ve finally joined Zhenyang in marriage, congratulations."

Jiayi felt somewhat uncomfortable under the man’s gaze, but with his words, she realized that she indeed knew him.

Boris—

George seemed to mention this name when he was telling me about Xuan Yu and her daughter being brought back to S Country.

Right.

It was said that at that time, Boris had come to S Country to persuade Huo Zhenyang to return to China.

Although Jiayi couldn’t quite remember what had happened with Boris, she distinctly felt a strong hostility towards this middle-aged man; she just didn’t like him.

Noticing the discomfort of the little woman in his arm, Huo Zhenyang’s eyes also darkened.

He still remembered the incident four years ago in S Country when Boris had intended harm towards her.

However, this time it was his own wedding, and as Boris was both an uncle and a person from A Country, he ought to attend. There was no way Huo Zhenyang could refuse him.

He didn’t want to bring up that past incident again, and he certainly didn’t want Jiayi to have any more contact with Boris. He calmly said, "Enjoy."

With that, Huo Zhenyang led Jiayi away from Boris and his daughter.

*

After entertaining guests for a while, Jiayi left the banquet hall with the company of several bridesmaids and assistants and took the elevator.

The entire floor above the banquet hall had been reserved.

One of the rooms was turned into a temporary dressing room for the couple.

Next door was the hotel’s most luxurious presidential suite, complete with sofas, a large bed, and a bathroom. If the couple did not wish to return home after entertaining guests, the suite was available for the bride and groom to rest at any time.

After resting in the dressing room for a bit, with the help of an assistant, Jiayi touched up her makeup and changed into another gown for the wedding banquet.

Just then, the bridesmaids’ voices could be heard: "Miss Fang."

Fang Yao came in and approached Jiayi.

Perking up, Jiayi said, "Is he asking me to go down and join him in entertaining the guests? I’ll be ready in a moment."

Fang Yao shook her head and sat down: "Derek said you should just rest up here, he can handle the guests downstairs."

One of the bridesmaids laughed: "The mayor really dotes on his wife, afraid that she’ll get too tired."

Jiayi didn’t say much. It was actually better this way; she didn’t have to accompany him like a servant everywhere.

Fang Yao glanced at the surrounding bridesmaids: "You guys go ahead and go down."

Seeing that the two had something to discuss, the rest left the resting room.

Once everyone had dispersed, Fang Yao asked with concern: "Did you and he have a fight?"

From the sudden stop of the lead wedding car halfway through, Fang Yao could tell. Just now, they had been quietly entertaining guests, and Derek’s face was as gloomy as anything.

Did she have the right to argue with him? In front of that imperious man, she was always submissive and humble.

Jiayi’s eyelashes drooped, hiding the dullness in her eyes: "No."

"Then what was with the sudden braking on the way to the hotel?" Fang Yao shook her head, knowing nothing could be hidden from her: "It’s only you who can provoke his temper every time."

No one knew that Huo Zhenyang, who wouldn’t change his expression even if Mount Tai collapsed, had all his joy and anger tied to such a little woman.

As she spoke, Fang Yao couldn’t help but say: "Normally, I would definitely be on your side, but today is different. It’s your wedding night after all, and fighting is so pointless."

After pondering for a while, Jiayi looked up: "Where is he now?"