Chapter 959 The Richest and Most Powerful

Xie Lixuan was also very uncomfortable. He frowned and said in a cold voice: "The daughter of a dignified president, marrying and acting like a nouveau riche is really unsightly!"

These words were a bit sour and very unpleasant, but they miraculously soothed Ning Yuewei's heart.

That's right, she's just a nouveau riche, and that's all Mu Zi can do!

"Maybe it's a local custom. I don't understand the rules here in Jingling. I always have to show off my wealth to feel honorable." Ning Yuewei said calmly, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, "Isn't it usually said like this? What kind of people, the more they like to post about things.”

The poorer you are, the more you want the world to recognize your financial strength, and you can't wait to throw out a lot of cash to show off. The final result will only be ridiculous.

Ning Yuewei was convinced that Mu Zi married a vulgar nouveau riche, and that's why she deliberately showed off at the wedding. She was more psychologically balanced, but she couldn't help feeling sour just looking at the bustle over there.

...

The wedding car convoy drove for about twenty minutes on the road.

For twenty minutes, the "flower rain" never stopped. Situ Yan really wanted to rush to the front and take Murong Cheng down, and ask him where he got so much money, but Situ Yan couldn't care about it now.

He was on the phone all the way.

Call the local leaders of the Emergency Preparedness Agency, the Ministry of Transportation, the emergency center, etc., and ask them to make all preparations to prevent unexpected situations that may arise at any time.

No surprises.

I don’t know if it’s God’s blessing, but there was no stampede and no casualties when a large number of people gathered and threw money wildly. It’s really lucky.

Situ Yan was really relieved.

After finally arriving at the place, he was surrounded by reporters just as he got out of the car!

The guards stopped the swarming media reporters a few meters away, but they couldn't stop the cameras and cameras from shooting non-stop!

Numerous microphones jostled.

"My lord, did you conceal the identity of the groom before, was it out of some political considerations?!"

"Will your policy restrictions on the gaming industry be affected by this marriage?"

"How did Ling Qianjin meet the directors of the Mu Group? How long have they known each other?..."

Situ Yan was puzzled at first, but he was stunned when he listened. His brain seemed to be knotted suddenly, and it became muddy, unable to think.

what happened?

What Mu's Group? ... Isn't that Murong Cheng surnamed Murong?

Could it be...

Situ Yan's face turned pale little by little.

If it's the Mu's Group... if it's the Mu's Group that swallowed the gambling industry in Quanxianghai City, the Mu's Group that actively tendered in Yingzui Bay, the... the most law-breaking Mu's Group !

Can't think about it anymore!

There was only one thought left in Situ Yan's mind: If only he was just a little boy!

Compared to the stunned Situ Yan, Murong Cheng walked leisurely and looked relaxed.

Today is his wedding day, no matter how much the reporters bombard him, he is still in a good mood.

"Today we only talk about marriage, and we won't answer any other questions." Murong Cheng held Mu Zi's hand and said with a smile.

An extremely alert reporter in the crowd immediately asked loudly: "Mr. Mu! What made you and Miss Situ marry?"

"That's a very good question." Murong Cheng smiled, walked over with long legs, took the microphone, and looked back into Mu Zi's eyes, "There is only one reason for our union, and that is—I, love, you !"

The lights flickered, and all the cameras were aimed at the couples looking at each other.

The reporters were hungry and thirsty, frantically pressing the shutter, so that they could take pictures and use them as headlines tomorrow.

Not far away, Ning Yuewei stood by the door like a stone, staring at Murong Cheng's familiar face in disbelief, her body couldn't help trembling.

It's Huo Rong!

Mu Zi actually married the richest and most powerful man in the south, Huo Rong!

There was a crisp click.

Ning Yuewei's delicate manicure was broken, but she didn't know it, her face was as white as snow.