Chapter 6: A Peerless Marriage [1]

Listening to his father's warning, the groom reined himself in a bit. Forcing himself to pull it together, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked toward the distance, a strange smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Dad, don't worry. Your son definitely won't let you down today!"

"You..." Words that should have been comforting, coming from the mouth of the son who contended with him every single day, felt unsettling no matter how one listened to them. Yet, one couldn't find any actual fault with them; it was truly a sin! After eighteen years of raising him, one could write an entire manual on failed parenting experiences. This unfilial son's transgressions were truly too numerous to record!

A commotion erupted at the entrance. A group of curvaceous and glamorous ladies, dressed in seductive attire, filed into the church one after another. They were all clad in ink-black dresses, and beneath their exquisite and striking makeup, a powerful current of rivalry flashed as they competed with one another, refusing to back down. After exchanging glances and letting out soft huffs, they took their seats in the empty rows at the back of the church, their beautiful eyes all fixed upon the handsome youth standing on the altar.

This action indeed drew everyone's attention. The guests who had come to attend the ceremony began whispering among themselves, pointing and gesturing secretly. Occasionally, one could hear private murmurs like: "The Li family has truly been blinded by money, actually letting their daughter marry such a little hooligan. How heartless!"

"Did you see? All those who just walked in were the groom's ex-girlfriends. To have so many girlfriends at such a young age... and these women are all in mourning clothes; they're here to cause trouble!"

"Sigh, the groom isn't even of legal age yet. I heard they'll hold the ceremony first and register later. I think the Qin family is truly disheartened this time. They were counting on him to carry on the lineage first; after all, he's the only descendant of three generations. Every extra boy born is another bit of hope."

Correct, the Qin family—a premier great clan in the South China region, and a financial tycoon that dominated S City. The family's industries spanned various fields, including real estate, jewelry, finance, and telecommunications/electronics.

It was said that the Qin family had been loyal and upright for generations; their ancestors even produced two founding marshals and generals. It was only to maintain a low profile that they gradually obscured this identity as they ventured into business.

By the time it reached Old Master Qin's generation, having earned so much wealth, he began thinking about performing good deeds and accumulating merit. He donated funds everywhere to build libraries; as a result, every university in the country has a "Old Master Qin Library," and the number of students who have received his patronage is truly countless.

Perhaps because the Qin family's character was too good and their feng shui too prosperous, having sailed smoothly through so many years, Heaven finally couldn't resist playing a grand joke on them.

Old Master Qin had only one son, named Qin Mingda. True to his name, he was shrewd and capable, managing the family business with great success.

Alas, what a pity! The full moon must wane. Reaching middle age, Qin Mingda had been married for over ten years without a son, having only one daughter, which had driven the entire Qin family into a frenzy.

Qin Mingda and his wife sought out famous doctors everywhere, burned incense to Buddha, and sought name changes to alter their luck. In those days, medicine had not yet advanced enough for artificial insemination or things like IVF. Qin Mingda had even tried secretly finding several women, but none could even produce a single egg.

Finally, after reflecting deeply on their pain, just as they decided to select a young child from a distant relative of the family to adopt—ah, perhaps it was a case of sincerity moving even stone and metal, or perhaps his utmost sincerity moved the heavens—he finally rejoiced in the birth of a son when Qin Mingda was forty years old.

Naturally, the whole family treated this late-born son like a precious treasure, fearing he might melt if held in the mouth or fly away if held in the hands. Old Master Qin even invited masters from across the country to seek a name and a courtesy name for him to ensure a lifetime of peace. In the end, he was named Qin Haoxuan—meaning: upright and open, with a grand and imposing bearing.

This Qin Haoxuan had grown up quite well since childhood, a real little cutie...