Zhao Weiming and his son parted on bad terms after an argument. Zhao Weiming sighed deeply, a sudden sense of failure washing over him. 'I've failed in his upbringing,' he thought. 'After his mother passed away, I should have found another woman to manage the household. Then I wouldn't have been too busy with work to look after him.' But now, Zhao Lianfeng wouldn't even listen to him, having grown so headstrong and stubborn.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Weiming's thoughts drifted to Li Wan. Realizing today was her wedding day, he sighed and returned to his room.
Meanwhile, the private kitchen was incredibly lively. The Li family's relatives and friends, neighbors from the residential compound, Gu Xinsheng and Li Wan's colleagues, and Fu Yuzhen's family, who had traveled all the way from the Northeast, filled more than a dozen tables. Even the courtyard was packed with them.
