A Match Made in Heaven

When Lin Qi announced that he would hold his wedding at the Shen Zhu Grand Hotel on the fifth, neither Young Master Tong nor the members of the Luo family believed him. With the whirlwind of wedding photoshoots and the endless parade of relatives and friends these past few days, the matter had almost slipped their minds entirely.

It wasn’t until now, as they stared across at the brightly decorated, lantern-lit Shen Zhu Grand Hotel, thronged with the city’s elite, and caught sight of the archway adorned with the names “Lin Qi” and “Luo Feifei,” that they found themselves utterly stupefied, their jaws slack with disbelief.

Clinging to their last hope, they murmured, “There must be someone else with the same name,” their gazes fixed on the slowly approaching Rolls-Royce.

But they weren’t the only ones in shock. Another group looked on, equally astonished.

At the entrance of the hotel stood Hong Yu and Da An, along with over a dozen delivery riders from the Jian She Street courier station. They had arrived early in the morning, only to be greeted by scenes that defied belief. Yet, with Lin Qi still nowhere in sight, even they struggled to accept what lay before them.

“It can’t be… It’s impossible…” Da An had repeated these words countless times all morning. “It must be a coincidence. How could Lin Qi, that kid, possibly hold a wedding at a place like this? Just wait till the real groom shows up—let’s see how he explains himself then!”

Hong Yu said nothing, but her beautiful eyes were filled with doubt.

At that moment, the brown Rolls-Royce, adorned with fresh flowers, rolled slowly to a stop. Everyone held their breath, eyes riveted to the car door.

Tang Long, who had been welcoming distinguished guests at the entrance, walked over with a radiant smile and personally opened the door.

The first to step out was a stunning bride.

Luo Feifei.

Today, Luo Feifei was extraordinary: her hair elegantly styled, her makeup flawless, a dazzling diamond necklace gracing her slender, fair neck, and a white wedding gown encrusted with countless sparkling gems.

In a word: breathtaking.

She was dazzling, radiant, mesmerizing—so beautiful it was almost blinding. Anyone could tell at a glance that both the necklace and that gown were worth a fortune, the kind of luxury that left people speechless.

“How could Lin Qi possibly marry such a beautiful bride?” Da An pointed at Luo Feifei, nearly shouting in anger. “He’s just a delivery guy—not even a team leader!”

“His ex-wife was beautiful too…” Hong Yu remarked quietly.

Before Da An could retort, the groom stepped out of the car.

Dressed in a white suit, his hair perfectly styled and his features accentuated by subtle makeup, the groom’s already handsome face looked even more striking and heroic.

Standing together, the bride and groom truly embodied the phrase: “a golden couple, a match made in heaven.” Who could claim they weren’t a perfect pair? Who could possibly say they didn’t belong together?

Most astonishing of all, the groom was indeed Lin Qi!

The riders had worked with Lin Qi for three years—how could they not recognize him? Every mouth hung open in shock, as if they were dreaming. Only Hong Yu smiled softly, saying, “It seems our colleague was hiding his talents all along…”

As Lin Qi and Luo Feifei appeared, the scene erupted into a cacophony of firecrackers and fireworks. The celebrity performer, hired for the occasion, redoubled their efforts, and even the sky echoed with the roar of engines.

Several helicopters appeared from who knows where, circling above the Shen Zhu Grand Hotel and showering the scene with countless pink petals.

It was as if a rain of pink blossoms had descended upon the hotel!

Romantic, grand, and sensational beyond imagining.

Watching all this, Lin Qi was clearly pleased, casting Tang Long a look of approval.

Receiving such praise from his young master, Tang Long was overjoyed, though he managed to keep his composure, smiling as he said, “The two of you should go inside and prepare—some guests have yet to arrive. The ceremony begins promptly at noon!”

“Thank you, Mr. Tang. You’ve really thought of everything,” Lin Qi replied, nodding as he led the still-dazed Luo Feifei into the hotel.

Tang Long turned back to continue welcoming guests from all corners.

“It really… really is Lin Qi…” Da An was speechless, as if trapped in a dream.

“I told you he wasn’t boasting, didn’t I?” Hong Yu laughed softly and led the group of riders towards the entrance.

“And you are…?” Tang Long asked, a bit puzzled.

“We’re from the Jian She Street courier station, and Lin Qi is…” Hong Yu began to explain, but Tang Long quickly caught on. “Oh, colleagues, right? Please, come in, come in…”

A receptionist came over and led Hong Yu and her group into the hotel’s grand hall.

The wedding was to be held in the main hall, where tables and chairs filled the space—nearly a hundred tables, enough to seat at least a thousand guests!

“Is this… every notable person in all of Haitong City?” Da An’s voice trembled with awe.

Though only about two-thirds of the seats were filled, every guest exuded an air of distinction.

Hong Yu and her companions had donned their finest attire for the occasion, but in such company, they still felt out of place—like ugly ducklings strayed into a flock of swans—each of them growing increasingly self-conscious.

Yet, the receptionist led them to seats near the front.

This could only mean that Lin Qi regarded them as honored guests.