Chapter 903 Whose Wedding?
Gold Heights Condominium.
After getting beautified by her own glam team, Vizcondesa Lan walked out of her daughter's glam room which she temporarily claimed as her own while staying at the penthouse. She reached the living area where her new best friend Randy and the rest of the household staff were waiting for her. All of them were dressed up in similar fancy, formal dresses and tuxedo suits.
Randy, the Zumba instructor, was Wei Lan's plus one guest. She was the one who chose his clothes for today. It was a modern take on a classic European tuxedo suit with a tailcoat to match her Spanish-inspired dress that had elegant ruffles, flares, ruby roses and emerald vines.
Yi Mei and the cook including the other staff members who had been working for Iris at the penthouse the longest were also invited. Iris sent them dresses, suits, shoes, and even professionals to help them glam up so they didn't need to worry about anything. Only some of the younger staff would be left behind so that the penthouse wouldn't be left completely unattended. Yi Mei and the cook initially declined the invitation, saying that such a fancy event didn't suit old people like them, but Iris insisted. Since they didn't want to disappoint their young miss, they eventually gave in and agreed to go with Wei Lan to the party.
"Vizcondesa, is it really alright for me to come with you to Miss Xiulan's party?" Randy asked while adjusting his polka-dot bowtie for the thirtieth time.
Although Wei Lan had been mostly successful in improving his fashion sense, he couldn't completely abandon his love for neon colours and gaudy prints. His polka-dot bowtie and bright neon green pocket square artfully folded in his b.r.e.a.s.t pocket was an ode to his former fashion sense.
"Of course, Raaaaandyyy doll~ The invitation says that this vizcondesa is allowed to bring one additional person so I chose yoooouuuu because you and I together are both faaaaaaabulous!"
Randy shimmied his chest in response but Wei Lan gave his arm a light smack.
"Watch your image, Raaaaaandyyyy! We are going to be elegant, graceful and classy today! Understooooood?"
He cleared his throat and straightened his muscular back. "I understand, Vizcondesa! No twerking today, I promise!"
Wei Lan released a dramatic sigh. "I wish my husband was here to escort me. I miss him soooooo much! But since he's not here, you'll be my escort today, Raaaaandyyy doll, so do your best to match my elegance and grace. Alright?"
"Yes, Vizcondesa!"
"Alright. Let's go, everyone! I don't want my daughter accusing meeeeee of being late to whatever this event is. What would dear Liwei saaaaaay? Now hurry up, everyone. Don't keep us waiting anymore. Chop chop! We need to get going!"
Everyone looked at each other after hearing what Wei Lan said. They had the same exact thought in their minds. All of them had been ready for at least an hour now. It was Wei Lan who kept them waiting for a long time. If they were late, it would be her fault, but nobody dared complain. They just nodded and prepared to leave the penthouse together.
At the same time, all of them wondered what kind of event they were going to attend at their Young Miss Xiulan and her fiancé's house at Dragon Palace Home #10.
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Long Ancestral Residence.
"President, the car is ready and waiting outside," Cai Guang, Long Tengfei's long-time assistant, announced.
"Thank you." It was Yang Jiahui who replied with a kind smile.
"No problem, Madam."
Yang Jiahui made a final fix to the collar of Long Tengfei's sapphire-blue changshan. Her qipao matched his traditional clothing but only in a few shades lighter of blue.
Cai Guang was also wearing a changshan but his was a light-green colour and less elaborate. To his surprise, he also received an invitation to the mysterious party at Dragon Palace Home #10. He tried asking his distant nephew, Dominic Chua, who was the Young Miss Xiulan's assistant, about the nature of the event but the brat wouldn't reveal anything. He was annoyed but also proud of his nephew because loyalty to one's boss was an important trait of a great assistant.
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"Are you sure that Xiao Mei is already at Xiulan's?" Long Tengfei asked.
"Yes. She left at dawn," Yang Jiahui replied.
"I wonder what event my daughter is throwing today."
"I think it's a wedding," said Yang Jiahui in a calm voice.
"Whose wedding?"
"Who else? Xiulan and Liwei's, of course."
Long Tengfei frowned. "No, that's not possible."
She looked amused. "Why do you think that?"
"There are many traditions that we must follow before the actual wedding day. My daughter can't just marry today without informing me, her father! We haven't even done a proper betrothal ceremony yet—"
Yang Jiahui placed her hand over her husband's arm. "Tengfei, you already know that Xiulan is the most non-traditional person among your children. I, for one, have long since stopped feeling surprised whenever we hear about her latest feats. She's the type of person to follow the beat of her own drum especially after her personality changed for the better. And also, this is the modern times. Some of the young ones are foregoing our old traditions."
Long Tengfei was dissatisfied. "We aren't sure yet what kind of event it's going to be. It might be a fund-raising event for Iris of Hope just like what Cai Guang thinks. The wedding is just your guess. I'm sure you're wrong. There's no way that my daughter will be marrying today without my knowledge."
She only smiled. "Yes, I might be wrong. But I may also be right."
"Did Xiao Mei tell you something?"
She shook her head. "You know that child. She's like Cai Guang's nephew. They're fiercely loyal to Xiulan. They won't tell anybody anything."
"Well, since you don't know for sure, I believe that your guess is wrong."
"Hmmm, maybe," she murmured. This was what she said but her female intuition was dead-set on her initial guess. "We'll see when we get there."
"Yes, we'll see."