Marshal, Please Calm Down (MARSHAL)
The wedding of Wu Zimo and Scott seemed to be held in a hurry, but its grandeur was no less than that of the interstellar superstar wedding that had been the talk of the town.
Wu Zimo was woken up early by Mrs. Alman.
In fact, Mrs. Alman had been in a state of excitement since the night before.
She dragged Wu Zimo to get a facial, haircut, full body massage, and so on.
To be honest, Wu Zimo hadn't felt anything at first, but seeing Mrs. Alman's grand preparations and the endless stream of guests outside, he suddenly felt a little intimidated.
They were having a European-style wedding, so there were no rules about the groom and groom not being able to see each other before the ceremony. However, the Marshal was even busier than Wu Zimo, so Mrs. Alman was the one accompanying Wu Zimo.
Seeing the slight stiffness in the young man's expression, Mrs. Alman teased with a smile, "Little Mo, are you only starting to get nervous now? Don't worry, Mom will be with you all the time."
"Ahem, thank you, Mother." Wu Zimo remained motionless as the stylist fussed over him.
Hearing Mrs. Alman's words, he didn't know how to respond.
"Madam, he's ready." The stylist, with his assistant, stepped back while looking at Mrs. Alman with an expression of awe.
Mrs. Alman looked at Wu Zimo, who had been transformed by the stylist's skillful hands, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Little Mo, you look so handsome today. Come, Mom will take you to dazzle Scott."
As she spoke, Mrs. Alman took Wu Zimo's hand to let him hold onto her, and they walked out.
"..."
Mrs. Alman's words left Wu Zimo speechless.
‘Should he say thank you?’
As for the stylist and his assistant who were in the room, they were stifling their laughter, so Wu Zimo decided to ignore them.
But then again, the stylist and Mrs. Alman's exclamations weren't flattery.
Wu Zimo usually didn't take care of his appearance because as a homebody, you know. However, after the stylist's skillful touch and the clothes that matched his temperament, he was transformed.
No wonder makeup is considered one of the four great evils of Asia.
When Wu Zimo saw his current appearance in the mirror, he was startled.
Was the handsome, elegant and noble Young Master radiating an aura of wealth in the mirror was really him?
Mrs. Alman led Wu Zimo out of the room.
The Alman family servants who saw him along the way were all stunned.
Mrs. Alman couldn't stop giggling.
"Little Mo, you really are the most captivating today. Scott will definitely be under a lot of pressure."
‘Mother, is it really okay for you to tease your own children like this? And! He really didn't want the Marshal to feel pressured, because he was the one who would get screwed over!’
Just thinking about the experience of digging a hole for himself and burying himself in it a couple of days ago, Wu Zimo wanted to cry.
He would never do something so reckless again!
The chrysanthemum is withered and the ground is full of wounds.
……….
Scott finished getting ready faster than Wu Zimo, and he was the only one involved. Mrs. Alman went to accompany Wu Zimo and left the old Marshal to entertain the guests alone.
Seeing his son finally come out, he immediately threw the task of entertaining the guests to him and prepared to go find his son-in-law.
However, he was stopped by Butler Finn. Earlier that day, Mrs. Alman had told him very seriously that he had to entertain the guests well.
As the host, how could he leave the guests behind? Even if it was his son's wedding, how could a father not help?
The old Marshal was very resentful that he couldn't go find his son-in-law.
Scott, however, was completely unaffected by his father's gaze.
In fact, he also wanted to go find Wu Zimo.
The wedding was European-style, but there was no priest, and it wasn't held in a church. Instead, it was held in the garden of the main castle of the Alman Manor.
The entire Alman Manor had been decorated for the occasion today, especially the main castle garden where the wedding was held.
It was practically an ocean of ribbons and flowers, with pink bubbles floating everywhere.
These decorations were Mrs. Alman's insistence. She even wanted to get some kind of flying vehicle or a carriage for Wu Zimo's entrance. In the end, Wu Zimo firmly refused.
Wu Zimo wasn't a little girl. As a rough-and-tumble guy, such girly pink behavior really didn't suit him.
As a compromise, Mrs. Alman's proposal to have Wu Zimo walk in with her was met with no objections. Originally, it should have been done by Wu Zimo's father or a close relative, but the Feng family was completely ignored by everyone.
Time was about right, and the soothing music in the garden changed to the wedding march. The guests who had been scattered around also moved to their designated positions.
Scott and the old Marshal stood on the platform while looking up at the entrance to the garden.
Scott, whose expression was usually cold, now had a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
Soon, footsteps came from the garden entrance, and two figures slowly appeared in an archway decorated with flowers.
The distance wasn't close, but Scott's powerful senses allowed him to clearly see Wu Zimo's appearance at this moment. Looking at the young man walking towards him with his arm linked with his mother's and a happy smile on his lips, Scott's silver eyes began to darken.
If it weren't for his strong willpower to suppress the turmoil in his heart, Scott would have already gone to the young man standing at the archway and tightly embraced Wu Zimo, who had captivated the attention of all the guests present.
This handsome, upright, elegant, and composed young man belonged to him, and only to him.
Wu Zimo, who was slowly walking towards Scott, naturally noticed the amazement in the guests' eyes. It was normal for the guests to react this way. Even he was amazed!
Mrs. Alman was also a powerful guide, so she noticed the guests' amazed gazes and her smile became even brighter.
This charming young man was her son's partner.
Not only did she notice the guests' amazed gazes, but as a mother who knew her son best, she couldn't ignore his fiery gaze.
Smiling as she walked forward, she didn't forget to tease the young man who was holding onto her arm that caused his body to stiffen slightly.
"Little Mo, did you see Scott's fiery gaze? Hehehe."
Mrs. Alman's voice was very soft, so only they could hear it. If the situation hadn't been inappropriate, Wu Zimo would have rolled his eyes at Mrs. Alman's teasing.
The Marshal's gaze was so fiery, so how could he ignore it?
Wu Zimo had a strong feeling that he would die a horrible death tonight... really.
The distance was far, but it would eventually be covered.
Mrs. Alman led Wu Zimo, and soon they arrived in front of Scott and the old Marshal on the platform.
At this point, Mrs. Alman stopped teasing Wu Zimo.
She pulled the hand that was holding onto her arm and solemnly placed it in Scott's hand.
"Scott, Little Mo is a good boy. I hope you will treat him well."
After Mrs. Alman finished speaking, the old Marshal also tightened his face and said to Scott, "The Alman family doesn't tolerate any nonsense. Scott Alman, don't forget your surname."
"Mother, I will not let Zimo down. Father, I will not forget the honor and responsibility that Alman represents."
Seeing Scott's serious reply, both parents nodded in satisfaction.
Both parents were serious with Scott, but their faces softened towards Wu Zimo.
"Little Mo, welcome to the Alman family."
"Child, what I just said to Scott, I'll say it to you too. Now that you've become part of the Alman family, don't forget the honor and responsibility that this surname represents."
"I understand, Father."
Wu Zimo didn't understand the glory of this family name at first, but seeing the solemn expressions on the faces of the three of them, he suddenly felt a sense of responsibility.
Since there was no priest, there was no need to say anything about the two of them becoming legally married in the eyes of God.
Mrs. Alman and the old Marshal's words were already their vows.
After they finished speaking, all the guests applauded and cheered, especially Caroline and the other carefree younger generation. They were even more boisterous on teasing Wu Zimo.
Because the Marshal was too scary, they could only pick on the seemingly soft Wu Zimo.
The atmosphere was lively, but it didn't mean that some people were willing to see Wu Zimo so happily receive everyone's blessings.
Especially seeing the luxury and splendor of the Alman Manor, Feng Yan'er was filled with deep envy.
‘How could this bitch marry into the luxurious Alman family?!’
Feng Yan'er had always looked down on the Alman family, not only because they were not black-haired and black-eyed Chinese, but also because Feng Yan'er, who had never left the capital star or the Feng family's residence, was practically a frog at the bottom of a well.
Today, when she landed in the landing area specially designated for the Alman Manor in the flying vehicle she was riding, she saw from the air that all the buildings that stretched as far as the eye could see belonged to the Alman Manor. Compared to the buildings on the Feng family's residence, it was a completely different story.
A beggar and a tycoon, there was no comparison!
When she saw the Alman Manor, Feng Yan'er was already overwhelmed with envy.
It's no wonder the sheer size and luxury of the Alman Manor shocked Feng Yan'er, who thought she had seen a lot.
If it weren't for Scott's wedding, outsiders wouldn't have been able to enter the Alman Manor. Not to mention the Alman Manor, they wouldn't even be allowed on this planet.
Those guests who were entering this planet for the first time were all stunned by what they saw. Because this planet's environment was no less impressive than the capital star.
While it didn't have the bustling activity of the capital star, its natural environment was even more appealing. Especially because it was the Alman family's private planet. Apart from a designated area where the Heaven Wrath Corps headquarters was built, the rest of the planet belonged to the Alman family.
Hearing about the Alman family from other guests, Feng Yan'er would have gone crazy with envy.
She came with her father today to originally intended to slap Wu Zimo's face, but now it seemed like she, the noble Feng family Miss, was the one who was slapped in the face first!
Seeing Wu Zimo, who was beaming with happiness and receiving everyone's blessings, Feng Yan'er, who had been hiding among the guests, finally couldn't hold it back any longer. She said in a shrill voice, "Wu Zimo, you bitch, how dare you receive blessings!”