93: Chapter 93 Zhao Yang: I'm afraid they'll block my door with rolling pins.

An Xin met Zhao Yang's gaze and subconsciously rubbed his arms: "Why are you looking at me like that? Your expression is… weird."

Zhao Yang chuckled, walked over, patted his shoulder, and whispered the matter to him.

An Xin's "saintly" complex kicked in, and he widened his eyes: "That's too much! How could they do that? No, where is her brother? I'm going to go talk some sense into him!"

"It's too late," Zhao Yang lowered his voice. "Jiang Xueqiong's status isn't quite appropriate for her to act as the bride's family. Su Gengsheng will be mocked. You need to take Director An to Su Gengsheng's side right now. You acknowledge her as your younger sister, and have Director An acknowledge her as his goddaughter. You will both act as her family."

An Xin was stunned for a moment, then nodded repeatedly: "I'll go find Uncle An right away!"

After saying this, he pulled out his phone and ran outside.

"An Xin, where are you going?" Meng Yu chased after him.

"Cousin, you don't need to go; he has business to attend to." Zhao Yang stopped her and whispered a rough explanation of the situation.

Afterward, he called Gao Qisheng over, gave him a few instructions, and then suddenly smiled: "A Sheng, you're going to be the son-in-law of the Public Security Bureau chief. When I see you in the future, should I call you Young Master Gao?"

"Brother Yang, stop teasing me." Gao Qisheng looked grateful: "Thank you. I thank you on behalf of Sister Su."

"Alright, hurry up and go tell her. Be natural at the wedding."

...

Platinum Palace was decked out in festive decorations. Executives from Hongdou Technology, Qiangsheng Group, and Construction Group, as well as officials from Jinghai who were able to make an appearance, all rushed over to offer their congratulations.

Even those who couldn't attend in person had their subordinates bring their well wishes.

In another timeline, the Gao brothers were the kings of Jinghai's underworld, eventually meeting their ruin.

But in this timeline, they had become the brightest stars in Jinghai, with even the top secretary to the Mayor of Jinghai as their guest of honor.

...

An Changlin, wearing a crisp suit, walked with An Xin. They each took one of Su Gengsheng's arms and escorted her to Gao Qisheng.

The whole room was stunned.

None of them had expected Su Gengsheng to have such powerful backing.

The goddaughter of the Public Security Bureau chief—no wonder she could marry the boss of Hongdou Technology!

Feeling the gaze of the entire room, Su Gengsheng finally couldn't hold back, and tears fell.

An Changlin patted the back of her hand without saying a word. Su Gengsheng had already told him about her past experiences. An Changlin had felt heartbroken hearing them; he had truly and sincerely accepted her as his daughter.

An Xin stood nearby, his eyes also slightly red. Gao Qisheng took Su Gengsheng's hand, held it tightly, and bowed deeply to An Changlin and An Xin.

Zhao Yang sat at the Criminal Police Team table, clinking glasses and drinking with Cao Chuang, Li Xiang, and the others, not crowding the main table. Cao Chuang's face was flushed from drinking, and he draped his arm around Zhao Yang's shoulder: "Little Zhao, you tell me, things were so good when you were in the team. Now that you've run off to the Imperial Capital, you don't come back to visit often."

Zhao Yang rolled his eyes: "Captain Cao, don't talk about me. Ask the brothers, how many times have you come back?"

Li Xiang laughed from the side: "Captain Cao might be drunk and forgot that he's already been promoted and transferred."

Cao Chuang was truly drunk, but his mouth remained stubborn: "I'm in the team every day! What do you mean I haven't come back? Nonsense! I'm fining you a drink!"

Zhao Yang smiled, raised his glass, and downed it in one gulp.

Just as he was drinking, Chen Shuting walked over with a wine glass, followed by Guan Zhizhi. Chen Shuting wore a wine-red long dress with her hair up, exuding an elegant temperament. Guan Zhizhi wore a light gray suit, looking capable and sharp.

"Director Zhao, a toast to you." Chen Shuting raised her glass, her tone sincere: "Thank you for sending Guan Zhizhi to me. She is the best assistant I've encountered in all these years, bar none."

Guan Zhizhi also raised her glass, looking at Zhao Yang, her eyes filled with an indescribable emotion: "Director Zhao, thank you. You gave me a chance at a new life."

Zhao Yang clinked glasses with both of them: "You don't need to thank me; it's all fate!"

The three of them downed their drinks.

Chen Shuting set down her glass: "Director Zhao, Construction Group wants to establish an Architectural Design Institute. We've looked all over Jinghai and haven't found anyone satisfactory. You have wide connections in the Imperial Capital; do you have any suitable talent to recommend?"

Zhao Yang glanced at her, then looked at Guan Zhizhi, the corners of his mouth curling slightly: "You shouldn't be asking me about this. Someone beside you knows them."

Chen Shuting was stunned for a moment and turned to look at Guan Zhizhi. Guan Zhizhi was also stunned; she frowned and thought for a moment, and suddenly a name flashed through her mind—Zhou Shihui.

She immediately shook her head, shaking that name away. Then a second name floated up—Huang Zhenhua.

From a prestigious Shuimu family, a backbone of the Architectural Design Institute, a friend of Zhao Yang, and Huang Yimei's older brother.

Guan Zhizhi raised her head and looked at Zhao Yang: "Are you talking about... Huang Zhenhua? You two should have a good relationship, right?"

Zhao Yang smiled: "His younger sister took my advice and entered the film industry, filming all over the place. If I were to trick Huang Zhenhua into coming to Jinghai as well, I'm afraid his parents would block my door with rolling pins."

Guan Zhizhi couldn't help but laugh: "Then... I'd better be the one to ask."

The wedding banquet continued.

Glasses clinked and laughter filled the air.

Zhao Yang leaned back in his chair, watching the room full of people—Gao Qiqiang and Gao Qilan were busy greeting guests, Gao Qisheng and Su Gengsheng were holding hands and making their rounds to toast at each table, An Xin and Meng Yu were whispering in a corner, An Changlin was chatting with a few old comrades, and Cao Chuang was so drunk he had started singing Peking Opera.

He raised his glass, swirled it gently, and a trace of a smile appeared on his lips.

Jinghai, this city that was the first thing he saw after his Transmigration—these people, these matters, were all getting better bit by bit.

After the banquet ended, those close to them escorted Gao Qisheng and Su Gengsheng back to their bridal chamber, which was in the old Gao family home. In the evening, the surrounding neighbors held another feast. Although the Gao siblings were rich now, Gao Qiqiang had always taken good care of the neighbors, so everyone came over to celebrate Gao Qisheng's wedding.

During this meal, Zhao Yang, Gao Qiqiang, and An Xin helped Gao Qisheng block quite a bit of alcohol. As a result, except for Zhao Yang, both of them were completely drunk. An Xin was carried away by Li Xiang and Meng Yu, and Gao Qiqiang was carried to the hotel by Zhao Yang alone.

By the time Gao Qiqiang was settled, it was already past nine in the evening.

Zhao Yang held Gao Qilan's hand, walking slowly along the street. Jinghai was not like the Imperial Capital; the winter night breeze was cool, but not bone-chilling.

Gao Qilan was in high spirits, running to roadside stalls to pick out random trinkets, then running back holding skewers of candy with obviously excessive food coloring, insisting that Zhao Yang eat them with her.

Seeing her stick out her purple tongue and make a face, Zhao Yang couldn't help but reach out and flick her forehead: "You're a big boss managing hundreds of millions of dollars, yet you act like a child."

Gao Qilan hugged his arm and pressed her face against his shoulder: "No matter how much money I have, I'm still Brother Yang's Little Lan."

She suddenly remembered something and looked up: "Oh right, Brother Yang, where are you staying tonight?"

Zhao Yang was stunned for a moment: "I thought that since A Sheng is married, his room would be empty, and I could stay at the old house."

"Ah?" Gao Qilan was surprised: "You didn't book a hotel? Then what will you do?"

Zhao Yang sighed, looked at her, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly: "There are two options now. One is to go back to Old Gao's place and make do for the night, and the other is—to go to your place and make do for the night. How do you think I should choose?"

Gao Qilan pulled his hand with both of hers, shaking it back and forth, her face so red it looked like it was about to drip water.