Jiang Siyu never expected that tracking Wei Yumeng would lead her to such a piece of news, and her expression immediately soured.
Although she no longer harbored any improper thoughts about Zhan Mohan, Wei Yumeng, already a mother, why did she still deserve such a grand wedding?
How could such a hypocritical, venomous woman be worthy?
She absolutely would not let Wei Yumeng smoothly hold this wedding. She knew too well that with Zhan Mohan's influence, the wedding would undoubtedly be unprecedentedly grand, but that woman did not deserve such meticulous arrangements.
She had endured humiliation for so long precisely to prevent Wei Yumeng's life from being too smooth.
With Qiao Ningzhi having just given birth, Lin Jia naturally could not leave her side, so he couldn't help much with the wedding arrangements. It was up to Zhan Mohan and Zhan Yichen alone to handle them.
The efficiency of the two men was high, and it was not a difficult task. With half a month left until the wedding, everything was nearly arranged.
Next came the announcement of the wedding date and the distribution of invitations. Due to the excellent secrecy maintained previously, no media outlet knew why Zhan Mohan was hastily holding a press conference.
"Distinguished members of the press, as you all know, I proposed to my wife last year, and she has since given me a pair of twins. Today, I have an announcement to make: on March 26th, my wife and I will be holding our wedding. I will be sending out invitations to all of you, and I will need your pens to record this most sacred moment of my life."
This was a rare display of his gentleness and politeness, all because of his wife, Mrs. Zhan.
Below the stage, upon hearing him announce the wedding with Wei Yumeng, the atmosphere instantly erupted. If not for the security personnel holding them back, someone might have rushed forward to ask questions.
A crowd of reporters chattered below, and their most pressing concern was where the wedding would be held, a detail Zhan Mohan had not yet disclosed.
"As for the wedding venue, you will all know once you receive your invitations. I will not say more here today."
With that, he concluded the press conference under the escort of security guards. The deliberate withholding of the wedding location was not for dramatic effect, but rather out of concern that malicious individuals might deliberately disrupt it. After all, he had yet to receive news of Feng Shiming's departure from the country.
As Ji Tong's minion, Feng Shiming, even if not entirely capable, was certainly enough to cause annoyance. He did not want these people to add to Wei Yumeng's troubles.
The Zhan family's invitations were not sent out too late, going out three days after the press conference.
This left only ten days until the wedding. As the wedding was to be held on an island, guests would have to travel there in advance.
The Zhan family chartered several passenger planes. Everyone would gather at the airport at 10 AM the day before the wedding to travel to the island together.
On that day, the airport was swarming with reporters. Even those who were not invited knew to come to the airport to join in the excitement; taking a few photos could also garner some of the wedding's buzz.
As hosts, the Zhan family was naturally at the airport early, arranging seats for guests and the media. This inevitably led to some brief interviews.
Wei Yumeng, as one of the protagonists, received considerable attention.
Dressed in a simple white mini-dress, she held Zhan Mohan's arm and confidently faced the media.
However, the interviews today were all conducted with goodwill. After all, the media invited to cover the wedding live were astute enough to read the situation.
"Thank you all for coming to attend and report on my wedding. Please forgive any shortcomings in our hospitality."
Having stood by Zhan Mohan's side for so long, Wei Yumeng had become adept at her role as Mrs. Zhan. She faced the media with no hesitation, knowing that this was the demeanor expected of Mrs. Zhan.
Uncle Mu and Auntie Mu also rushed to the airport on the earliest flight that day. After Zhan Yichen and Mu Linjing picked them up, they were quickly spotted by the media. Any event involving the Zhan family was a significant matter, and Zhan Yichen's romantic life naturally attracted considerable attention.
Seeing the swarm of reporters approaching, Auntie Mu and Uncle Mu were visibly unaccustomed to such a scene, appearing very flustered and uneasy.
Perhaps the perceived disparity with the Zhan family was deeply ingrained in their minds. The more they feared embarrassing their daughter, the more likely they were to make blunders.
"Young Master Zhan, may I ask if these two are Miss Mu's parents? President Zhan and Mrs. Zhan are about to hold their wedding, signifying a happy union. When will Young Master Zhan consider his own lifelong commitment?"
Zhan Yichen noticed the elders' unease and quickly stood with Mu Linjing on either side of them, allowing Auntie Mu to link her arm through his.
"These are my future father-in-law and mother-in-law. You all know them now. My brother is holding his wedding with his wife first; it will naturally be my turn soon. Our Zhan family has many joyous occasions to celebrate, and you will all have plenty of wedding wine to drink. However, the protagonists today are my elder brother and sister-in-law, so it would be better for you to focus your attention on them."
Knowing that his uncle and aunt were uncomfortable with the situation, he deftly deflected the reporters back towards Zhan Mohan and his wife, like kicking a ball. Besides, it was indeed inappropriate for him to steal the spotlight today.
After a few more questions, the reporters finally let them go. He clearly felt Auntie Mu's body stiffen, as if she had finally released a heavy breath.
Looking at Uncle Mu, his complexion also wasn't great.
"Uncle and Aunt, shall I escort you to the cabin to rest for a while? You must be tired from coming so early."
He said this and led them towards the Zhan family's private jet. His future in-laws naturally deserved to sit with him.
However, this private jet clearly surpassed the understanding of Uncle Mu and Auntie Mu. Seeing the vast space within the cabin with only a few seats, the disparity between the two families was once again highlighted.
Uncle Mu sat down and sighed heavily. "Yichen, we two will not go down. We don't want to embarrass you."
His words completely confirmed Zhan Yichen's suspicions. However, he had already offered plenty of words of comfort, but the gap remained a tangible reality. Unless they could ignore it, it would become an insurmountable chasm between their two families.
For a moment, he didn't know how to console the two elders.
Mu Linjing noticed his predicament and told him to go down first. "I'll sit with my parents for a while. You go and accompany Grandpa."
He nodded and quickly disembarked, going to Grandpa Zhan's side.
Grandpa Zhan had seen everything clearly when they were surrounded by reporters earlier. He truly didn't mind Mu Linjing's background, but he could also see why Uncle Mu's complexion was so poor.