CHAPTER 395: CHAPTER 213: I’M HERE TO GIVE MY BLESSINGS (PART 2)

"If you feel uncomfortable staying here, we can leave first," Lin Ying looked worriedly at Su Ziceng, who was holding a bouquet with a gloomy expression. It seemed there was trouble between Ziceng and her lover.

"Thank you, Lin Ying." Su Ziceng was supported by Lin Ying, and having the tall Lin Ying by her side made her feel more at ease.

After greeting Master Rang and his wife, the two walked down Montmartre. The church bells rang, symbolizing that the newlyweds would live happily ever after. Su Ziceng listened to the bells, slowly wiping the tears on her face.

She lowered her head, looking at the bouquet that had survived a bout of scrambling, still exquisite, feeling more guilty about her earlier loss of composure.

"Lin Ying, walk with me, will you?" When descending the hill, Su Ziceng was almost pulled by Lin Ying. After stepping down from the highlands, she felt the need to pull herself together, as she and Lin Ying had not seen each other for two years. Her earlier breakdown must have alarmed Lin Ying.

"I’m fine, but are you sure you don’t need to go back to the hotel to rest?" Lin Ying sensed that Su Ziceng was still somewhat unstable, waiting for Su Ziceng to open up on her own.

The festival carriages rolled on the scenic roads, with characters from the court of the 16th century and circus clowns, laughter and uproar, shaking the leaves from the trees along the sides.

Su Ziceng and Lin Ying blended into the crowd and moved forward, after listening to Su Ziceng recounting the whole incident, the straightforward Lin Ying was already fuming.

"You’re just going to let it go? That so-called Earl Pei Luo and that woman who snatched love from others? Where’s the Su Ziceng I know? Where did they say the engagement was taking place? If I don’t cause a scene, I’m not Lin Ying," Lin Ying had already lost her awareness as a public figure, her loud cursing attracted the attention of people in the festive parade.

"I feel the same," Su Ziceng’s voice was drowned out by the tourists, she was still looking down at her bouquet, the forget-me-nots in it causing her eyes to sting, "We can’t just let it go."

The engagement ceremony at Eve Hotel had just begun on their right-hand side.

The doorkeeper at Eve Hotel reluctantly looked at the two latecomer female guests.

This time, the marriage of Count Pei Luo attracted many guests from all over the world, including original business partners from the Olsen family and those relatives and friends of Pei Luo who hadn’t appeared in a long time, plus the future Countess who was a woman with extensive social connections; thus, many socialites also came to congratulate.

Eve Hotel had stopped accepting outside guests since yesterday, only guests with invitations could enter.

"I’m sorry, but if you don’t have an invitation, you cannot enter," the hotel doorkeeper said apologetically to the two women dressed for the wedding.

"Sir," Lin Ying smiled, showing her classic runway smile, her distinctly Eastern eyes slightly lifting, flirting with the French doorkeeper: "My friend and I are close friends of the couple. Due to my work, I caused both of us to be late. The Earl and his wife would surely feel ’very sorry’ without our ’blessing’." After speaking, Lin Ying blinked her eyes.

The doorkeeper took another look at Lin Ying’s outstanding height and distinctive face, muttered: "This person looks somewhat familiar."

"She is the famous model, Miss Lin Ying," Su Ziceng added appropriately.

"The very famous model currently," the doorkeeper recalled, seeming to have seen Lin Ying in advertisements. This made him even more embarrassed, although her identity seemed fine, rules still had to be adhered to.

One the towering Lin Ying and the somewhat pale Su Ziceng, the two distinctly different women made it truly difficult for this authentic French man.

As he hesitated, a wedding guest car stopped behind him, and a sweaty man squeezed out. Qiu Zhi, wiping his sweat, loosened the tie that had been too tight around his neck.

The tragedy today was not only for Su Ziceng, but Qiu Zhi, who had secretly adored Wen Mai Xue for quite some time, also felt sad when he first received the engagement invitation. However, Qiu Zhi, whose mind was soon occupied with the stock charts, quickly came out of his juvenile unrequited love, especially after he clearly saw the name of Wen Mai Xue’s fiancé, he almost cursed out loud.