At two-thirty in the afternoon, Rong Ying approached the newlyweds, "Yaoyao, it's time to go back for styling."
The evening's traditional Chinese wedding ceremony was set for six, with matching decorations and makeup changes.
Jiang Yaoyao smiled and nodded, "Alright."
After Rong Ying left, Bo Jinlan wrapped his arm around her slim waist, "How are you feeling? Any discomfort?"
Jiang Yaoyao shook her head, "I only had a bowl of millet porridge this morning."
"Do you want to eat something before going back?"
"Let's forget it." Jiang Yaoyao glanced at the food on the dining table, "I'm afraid I'll throw up if I eat now."
"You've worked hard, baby." Bo Jinlan comforted her, "After the ceremony tonight, we'll go back to the bridal chamber."
Jiang Yaoyao didn't believe him, "There will be 100 tables of guests tonight. You're not going to accompany them for drinks?"
Bo Jinlan said, "The task of accompanying drinks is left to Fenglai."
Jiang Yaoyao: "…"
