"The beautiful bride has taken the stage. Next, with the warmest applause.
Please welcome our most dashing groom, Mr. Ji Shiyou!"
Jun Hui snatched the emcee's microphone, and his words immediately caused a stir.
Everyone, except for Old Mrs. Ji, had the same thought: Ji Shiyou was awake?
"It seems the ritual to bring good fortune has worked. This Ming Yue is truly blessed. The Ji family has struck gold!"
Earlier, Ming Yue had handled the situation calmly and efficiently, displaying the demeanor of a true matriarch.
This, coupled with Ji Shiyou's awakening, earned her even more praise.
"Fortunately, I came to the wedding today. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to face Young Master Ji in the future.
I wonder if I can increase the gift money. I gave too little earlier."
Some people were overjoyed. Who was Young Master Ji? He was someone whose word could determine the life or death of any company.
Therefore, some quickly notified their subordinates to supplement their gifts, hoping to leave a good impression on Young Master Ji.
"That short-lived brat is awake? Heaven truly has no eyes."
Zhao Xinning and her mother-in-law looked at each other in astonishment, cursing heaven for being unfair. Why did he have to wake up?
Ji Shiyou's awakening also surprised Ming Yue on stage. Although she knew Ji Shiyou would wake up,
she hadn't expected it to happen so soon, and right at the wedding.
She was very curious. What did this man, with whom she had already registered her marriage, actually look like?
So, like all the guests, she turned her gaze towards the entrance of the wedding venue.
A wheelchair was slowly pushed in, getting closer and closer to the stage.
Even seated in the wheelchair, the man couldn't hide his commanding presence, surveying everything with a kingly air.
He was dressed in a perfectly tailored dark suit, a smile playing on his lips.
His eyes, like two brilliant stars, looked towards the stage.
Looking at Ji Shiyou's sculpted, handsome face, Ming Yue felt a moment of daze.
She was sure she had never interacted with Ji Shiyou before, and he wasn't a common face.
Yet, looking at his face, she felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if they had known each other for centuries.
Moreover, her heart ached, wanting to cry, to laugh, to shout to the heavens.
"What are you zoning out for? Don't you want the money? Get to work."
Seeing Zhen Lu had pushed Ji Shiyou onto the stage, and the emcee was still stunned, Jun Hui shoved the microphone back into the emcee's hand.
He walked back behind Ji Shiyou, grumbling inwardly about how much he had to worry about.
He didn't have time to host the wedding; he still had to be ready to "rescue" Ji Shiyou at any moment.
"Welcome, handsome groom!
Beautiful bride, do you agree to marry Mr. Ji Shiyou as his legal wife,
to stay with him through thick and thin, until death do you part?"
The emcee, having recovered, quickly continued the ceremony, inwardly complaining.
These continuous unexpected events were overwhelming. If he weren't experienced, he wouldn't have been able to handle it.
Earning money at a wealthy family's wedding was truly difficult.
"I do!"
Looking at Ji Shiyou before her, Ming Yue involuntarily answered, surprising even herself.
The words "I do" came out so naturally, from the bottom of her heart.
It was as if she had been waiting for this moment for a very long time, for lifetimes. As she spoke, tears welled up.
Ming Yue didn't know what was happening to her; her emotions were so stirred. She quickly recited her mental cultivation technique.
She adjusted her emotions, calmed herself down, and her expression became serene.
"Mr. Ji Shiyou, do you agree to take the beautiful bride before you, Ms. Ming Yue,
as your legal wife, to join hands and never be separated?"
The emcee's questions continued, his heart filled with anticipation. As soon as Ji Shiyou answered, he could announce the completion of the ceremony.
Once the ceremony was over, his task would be done, and he wouldn't have to stand here anymore.
"He does not!"
The microphone in the emcee's hand was snatched again. A young girl appeared on stage and shouted loudly.
"Am I that easy to bully? Why do they keep snatching my microphone?"
The emcee thought, feeling wronged. He had it so hard! Could this be another impostor?
Ji Shiyou was also having a tough time. Getting married was like Tang Monk's journey to the West, with obstacles at every step.
Seeing the girl suddenly appear, the guests below erupted again, because they recognized her.
She was definitely not an impostor, so they all adopted a spectator's attitude, watching Ji Shiyou's reaction.
"Jing Jia, why are you here?"
Ji Shiyou looked at the girl, feeling a headache, but still asked gently.
This sweet-looking girl, dressed in a white Chanel suit, was the daughter of the Jing Corporation.
She was his childhood fiancée, who had proactively broken off their engagement when he was in a coma, Jing Jia.
"Brother Shiyou, you're awake, that's wonderful.
Are you angry that my father broke off our engagement? It wasn't my idea; I disagreed.
When you had your accident, I was terribly worried and wanted to visit you in the hospital.
They locked me up and had servants watch me. I couldn't get out, and they kept the annulment a secret from me.
I know Grandma bought a country bumpkin to perform the ritual to bring you good fortune, and the wedding is today.
So I rushed over. I want to marry you. I'll perform the ritual to bring you good fortune.
You like me so much; you surely don't want to marry this bumpkin, right?
Brother Shiyou, during this time, do you know how much I missed you?
I was so worried. Seeing you are alright has put my mind at ease!"
Jing Jia threw the microphone aside, her face a picture of grievance, and lunged towards Ji Shiyou.
"Jia Jia, don't be like this. We are no longer together. This is not good for your reputation."
Ji Shiyou quickly asked Zhen Lu to stop Jing Jia, while he tried to persuade her kindly.
He and Jing Jia had broken off their engagement. If they were to embrace each other in front of so many people, it would damage Jing Jia's reputation.
"Jing Jia, get down from here, old woman. You have no relation to our Ji family anymore.
You are also the daughter of a prominent family, a noble lady. Have some dignity.
Don't make this old woman say unpleasant things. Your family has already broken off the engagement.
You are no longer Xiao You's fiancée, so what right do you have to obstruct the wedding? Are the Jing family members this shameless?
Even without this wedding, Xiao You and Ming Yue are already legally married.
I don't believe your Jing family would condone their daughter becoming a mistress and destroying someone's family."
Old Mrs. Ji stood below the stage, her face contorted with anger. She pointed at Jing Jia and berated her.
"Grandma, you misunderstand me. I knew nothing about the broken engagement.
Brother Shiyou and I are truly in love. I cannot live without Brother Shiyou, and he cannot live without me.
I apologize to you on behalf of my father. I kowtow to you and beg for your blessing."
Hearing Old Mrs. Ji's words, Jing Jia cried torrents of tears and knelt on stage, repeatedly apologizing.
Jing Jia's actions made Old Mrs. Ji dislike her even more. This was clearly putting her on the spot.
It made everyone think she was the one breaking up the lovers, Jing Jia and Ji Shiyou, and she was about to explode.
"Aunt Ji, all the mistakes are mine.
Scold me or hit me, but don't trouble the child. The two children are deeply in love.
You cannot break them apart. This marriage was arranged by Hui Yin before she passed.
If it's broken, she won't be able to rest in peace in the afterlife!
Furthermore, it's fine that they registered their marriage. They can still get divorced. Our Jing family doesn't mind."
At this moment, a middle-aged man with a portly figure approached her shamelessly and said.
This was the chairman of the Jing Corporation, Jing Jia's father, Jing Yide.
Hearing him mention his deceased daughter-in-law, Ji Shiyou's mother, Hui Yin, Old Mrs. Ji hesitated.