The Reborn Aristocrat's Daughter-Chapter 813 - 781 Wedding (1)

Xiao Muli helped Situ Xin put on her wedding shoes before lifting her up in a princess carry. Surrounded by the best man and bridesmaids, they walked out of the room and headed towards the wedding car parked at the door.

After all the ancient rituals were performed, Situ Xin changed into another wedding dress before rushing to the grand hotel in Capital City for the reception. Apart from hosting the guests, there was also a small ceremony there.

This ceremony had been entirely prepared by Xiao Muli. The bride, Situ Xin, knew nothing about the details.

Although the engagement banquet had not hosted a large number of guests, there were still many attendees. However, today’s wedding banquet at the grand hotel in Capital City was not even comparable; the hotel was practically under martial law, and the largest hall had already been booked by Xiao Muli.

Before the wedding started, a large screen in the hall displayed photos of the bride and groom growing up—individual portraits, photos of them together, or with others.

In the photos of the bride and groom, many showed the groom looking tenderly at the bride, while the bride was sweetly smiling at something else, completely unaware of the groom’s gaze.

Before the wedding began, Situ Xin, holding her father Situ Haotian’s hand, stood at one end of the red carpet. She looked at the screen displaying a continuous stream of photos, turning her head in confusion towards her father.

Dad Situ Haotian asked, "Dad, where did these photos come from? I don’t remember ever taking these pictures?" Situ Xin remembered disliking taking photos, so since she was very young and able to express her wishes, other than taking family portraits or ID photos, she had refused any other attempts by her family to take her picture. Over time, her family and friends knew she didn’t like to have her photo taken and thus no one approached her for it.

But now, what about these photos displayed on the big screen?

"Haha, these photos. They are the masterpieces of your mom, your grandaunt, and your two aunties. They actually bought cameras to capture your photos secretly from places you couldn’t see, taking them when you weren’t aware," said Situ Haotian, unable to hold back a laugh as he recalled the times when the family secretly watched these photos in the living room. "You don’t know, your mom and they were even playfully competing to see who could snap more and better photos."

"It’s really quite childish," said Situ Xin with a laugh, yet her eyes were glistening with tears. She knew this was how her family showed their love. "But it’s fortunate that mom and they had such childish antics, otherwise, we wouldn’t know what to show at today’s wedding banquet."

Just then, the wedding march began to play.

Situ Haotian turned his head, a reluctant smile on his face, and said, "Baby, Dad is about to hand you over to another very important man in your life. Although Dad is reluctant and wishes he could take care of you for a few more years," his eyes briefly glistened with tears.

Watching the tears in her father’s eyes, Situ Xin, who had been without a trace of sadness, suddenly felt a tinge of reluctance, as if she was truly leaving her family. Her eyes reddened, and in a slightly choked voice, she said, "Dad, even though I’m getting married, I’ll still come to ask you for pocket money. You better not refuse me then."

Situ Haotian knew his daughter wasn’t truly asking for pocket money; she was trying to lift his spirits. He laughed and said, "Haha, Baby, when have you ever come to us for pocket money? I think, in our family, you’re the richest now." Situ Haotian wasn’t joking about this; Situ Xin indeed was the wealthiest in the Situ and Loo families. Thanks to the shares she held in the companies of Loo Jianxin and Lu Juan, along with her shares in Dragon Society, The Dark Division, and investments she made in various countries with her knowledge from a previous life.

All of these summed up to a personal asset that probably exceeded those of many aristocratic families. However, because Situ Xin’s investments were so secretive, other than her family, no one else knew she was this wealthy.

"I guess we’ll have to ask you for pocket money then," laughed Situ Haotian.

"Dad, don’t worry. Once you retire, I’ll give you pocket money," Situ Xin laughed in response.

Situ Haotian and Situ Xin shared this light-hearted talk as they slowly walked towards the stage. Xiao Muli, standing at the other end of the red carpet, could hardly contain his nervousness and excitement. Especially seeing Situ Xin, dressed in a wedding gown and veiled, holding her father Situ Haotian’s hand and slowly walking towards him, Xiao Muli’s heart thumped uncontrollably, and his palms, hanging by his sides, started to sweat.

Situ Haotian, holding Situ Xin’s hand, stopped in front of Xiao Muli. Then, the emcee said, "Please, may the father of the bride pass her hand to the groom and share any words he wishes to convey to the groom."

Situ Haotian, with a face showing reluctance, slowly handed his precious daughter’s hand to Xiao Muli, then sternly warned Xiao Muli, "Muli, today I’m entrusting you with my most precious daughter. You must take good care of her and not let her suffer any grievances. If I hear that you’ve made her unhappy, you know what the consequences will be," almost as if he was ready to physically gesture with a fist.

Situ Haotian’s words, amplified by the microphone, spread throughout the entire hall, eliciting kind laughter from everyone. However, it also made it clear to everyone present just how beloved Situ Xin was in both the Situ and Loo families. This provoked envy and jealousy among many girls who were not so cherished in their own homes.

The men from the Situ and Loo families, hearing Situ Haotian say such words, all nodded in agreement and said, "Well said. That’s right. If Muli dares to mistreat our baby, I’ll be the first not to let him off."