Chapter 575: Perfect Wedding

Heartthrob, Your Image is Crumbling!

Before Zhou Yuwen could agree, Pan Min hurriedly refused. She claimed she didn't understand this line of work at all, that she had just been sketching casually earlier, and absolutely could not cause trouble for them.

Su Qing was very unhappy to hear this. "How is this causing trouble, Mom?" she asked.

"I think you have a real talent for it. Back at the school, didn't you often lead the students in your class to put on performances? Doing this kind of planning is actually just like organizing those class performances."

"How could that be the same?" Pan Min naturally knew her daughter was just coaxing her and refused to agree no matter what. Mainly, she felt that Zhou Yuwen paying for Su Qing to study abroad was already generous enough. Now, to have him arrange a job for her as well—it was simply imposing on him too much.

Seeing that she could not win the argument against her mother, Su Qing could only look to Zhou Yuwen to thoroughly persuade Pan Min.

"You shouldn't cause any more trouble for Yuwen," Pan Min told her daughter.

But Zhou Yuwen just smiled and shook his head. "It's no trouble. Actually, Aunt Pan, I think you really should consider Su Qing's suggestion."

Pan Min was taken aback by his words.

Zhou Yuwen continued, telling her not to constantly worry about being a burden to him.

"I've said it before, we are family. Furthermore, this planning company was basically set up by Su Qing. I don't understand it at all, nor do I want to manage it. Seeing as you want to come out and work anyway, why not give this a try first? If it doesn't suit you, it won't be too late to find a different job, right?"

"Well..." Pan Min was filled with hesitation.

Zhou Yuwen added, "Aunt Pan, just treat it as saving me. Look, I'm being tormented to the brink of madness by this. I don't want to draw these sketches at all. When the time comes, you can coordinate with Su Qing, and the two of you, mother and daughter, will get to spend more time together."

With Zhou Yuwen putting it that way, Pan Min finally agreed. "Alright. But if I do anything wrong, you must tell me immediately."

"Of course."

And so, Zhou Yuwen handed the wedding planning work over to Pan Min. Naturally, since Pan Min had absolutely no prior experience in this industry, she would have to rely entirely on Su Qing in the early stages.

However, unlike Shen Yu and Li Shiqi, Pan Min was Su Qing's mother. Whenever she didn't understand something, she would ask directly. Su Qing also hoped her mother could help her maintain control of the planning company, as it was, after all, her own painstaking effort.

Therefore, Pan Min was only the manager in name. Behind the scenes, Su Qing still contacted the network of connections she had previously cultivated, helping Pan Min arrange everything perfectly.

Pan Min only needed to go to the designated hotel to supervise, take photos of the arranged scenes, and send them to Su Qing. Once Su Qing deemed everything satisfactory, Zhou Yuwen contacted Zhao Jun, whom they had frequently collaborated with before.

Although Zhao Jun's main business was labor services, his company had dabbled in wedding planning, making him a relatively experienced veteran. Since this was Zhou Yuwen's first time handling such planning, he was still a bit uneasy. Making money was a minor issue; ruining his own reputation over it would be a loss that outweighed any gains.

The initial budget for this wedding was five hundred thousand yuan. Later, because of Zhou Yuwen, the host family increased it to eight hundred thousand. Under normal operations, they could have easily netted a profit of four hundred thousand. However, due to a series of changes caused by Chen Wan's departure, Zhou Yuwen had increased the cost invested into the wedding. In the end, their estimated take-home profit would only be around a hundred thousand yuan or so.

This was why Zhou Yuwen always felt that this kind of hard-labor company was a thankless task. However, Su Qing stubbornly refused to give it up. On top of that, Pan Min had actually rediscovered her own sense of worth during her time working there. Even though it was a bit busy, she finally had something of her own to do.

Moreover, going from knowing absolutely nothing at the start to watching the wedding venue be decorated bit by bit, Pan Min felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment bubbling in her heart.

No matter their age, women all enjoyed the joy of managing something, especially a woman like Pan Min who harbored a bit of petty bourgeois sentiment.

The scene shifted to a riverside lawn along the Xuanwu Lake Shore.

The grass was lush and green. A white wrought-iron archway stood tall, intertwined with pink roses and white climbing roses, adorned with crystal pendants of various sizes.

The couple's wedding photos hung prominently at the entrance.

As guests came and went, gazing at the gorgeous and dazzling wedding, they couldn't help but sigh in admiration. "This is truly exquisite. I heard it was organized by that young business genius?"

"I'm curious about that too. Why would Zhou Yuwen get involved in wedding planning?"

A family capable of spending eight hundred thousand yuan on a wedding was by no means ordinary. Even if they weren't part of the ultra-wealthy elite, they were at least considered a wealthy family in Jinling.

To have Jinling's youngest billionaire—who was also a once-in-a-century business genius and a renowned young writer—organize their wedding gave them an incredible amount of face and reputation.

Of course, those in the know also understood that this family was simply lucky.

If Zhou Yuwen hadn't stepped up this time, no one would have even known that he owned a planning company. Rumor had it that he founded it back when he was in university.

This Zhou Yuwen was truly formidable. Writing novels and excelling at stock trading was one thing, but to casually set up a successful planning company on the side was something else entirely.

But honestly speaking, the wedding planning was genuinely excellent. It didn't pale in comparison to those large, established companies at all.

On the day of the wedding, guests whispered among themselves. Naturally, the older guests didn't gossip about such things, but anyone slightly younger was eagerly discussing this wedding hosted by Zhou Yuwen.

There were even quite a few people who had only shown up because Zhou Yuwen was here.

Pointing discreetly, they quickly spotted him in the crowd.

"Is that Zhou Yuwen?"

"He really is quite handsome. I feel like he's completely stealing the groom's thunder."

"Isn't that obvious? Looking across all of Jinling, how many boys can compare to Zhou Yuwen? Huh? Who is the woman beside him? Is she his new girlfriend?"

"I doubt it. She looks a bit too old."

"Old? You don't get it at all. That's called having mature charm."

The person standing with Zhou Yuwen was, of course, Pan Min. Watching the mingling guests shower the wedding with endless praise, Pan Min felt a profound sense of accomplishment. She truly delighted in such compliments.

Naturally, another aspect that made this job different from her previous work as a teacher was that she could wear a different evening gown to every wedding, standing there with elegance as she admired her own masterpiece.

At this moment, Pan Min was wearing a white mermaid-style dress that revealed a beautiful bare shoulder. Her figure, voluptuous yet somehow slender, looked incredibly graceful and alluring wrapped in the long skirt.

She absolutely loved standing amidst the crowd looking like this; it felt as if she had returned to her youth.

Zhou Yuwen stood beside her dressed in a sharp suit. He wasn't nearly as high-spirited as Pan Min; his only hope was that nothing went wrong with this wedding to tarnish his reputation.

He took out his phone and called Liu Shuo again to check. "No problems over there, right?"

"Definitely no problems," Liu Shuo replied. He was outside maintaining order with the men from his security company.

Not only was Zhou Yuwen the planner for this wedding, but the bride and groom had also brazenly asked him to be their wedding officiant.

Zhou Yuwen figured he might as well do it, treating it as a free bonus for the couple.

The bride and groom were naturally thrilled. For eight hundred thousand yuan, they not only got a tall, handsome, and universally renowned figure in Jinling to plan their wedding, but he was also officially bearing witness to their marriage.

When Zhou Yuwen stepped onto the stage, the master of ceremonies was briefly stunned looking at the teleprompter's list of titles. He announced, "Next, please welcome our wedding officiant: Chairman of the Board for XXX Company, Founder of XX Company! One of the Jinling Top Ten Outstanding Young People and young entrepreneur, renowned young writer—Mr. Zhou Yuwen!"

Listing off that series of titles nearly left the master of ceremonies gasping for breath. Afterward, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

Fine, this segment was indeed enough to cause a complete social death, but weddings were all about face and reputation. The more impressive the wedding officiant invited, the more prestige it brought to the family.

Normally, very few people actually listened carefully anyway.

Although Zhou Yuwen felt awkward hearing all those titles, he still took the stage. Holding the microphone, he said a few simple words: "On behalf of our planning studio, I wish the newlyweds to live happily together for a hundred years."

Below the stage, sparse yet enthusiastic applause echoed once more.

The formal wedding ceremony essentially drew to a close at this point.

Next came the time for the guests to eat, drink, and be merry.

However, one thing that made this different from other weddings was that the moment Zhou Yuwen stepped off the stage, he was dragged aside by a group of girls attending the banquet who wanted to take photos with him.

They were quite polite, asking, "Zhou Yuwen, I'm a big fan of yours. Could I take a picture with you?"

Hearing this, Zhou Yuwen couldn't help but chuckle. "I have fans?"

"Mhm, mhm! I absolutely love listening to your songs."

"Alright then."

And so, Zhou Yuwen took photos with them one by one.

A few others came over to compliment him on the excellent job he did with the wedding, asking if he was still accepting wedding planning orders.

"Young man, my daughter happens to be getting married next month, and I've got my eye on your company!" A white-haired, wealthy-looking old woman said, grabbing Zhou Yuwen's hand.

Zhou Yuwen replied, "Next month? That might be a bit too rushed."

He was surrounded by a crowd of people, all eagerly inquiring whether his company was still taking on new clients.

Standing not far away, Pan Min watched Zhou Yuwen being treated as the center of attention. She couldn't help but feel a bit amused inwardly, realizing just how truly popular Zhou Yuwen was.

Just a moment ago, an elderly guest had even asked if he had a girlfriend.

Over in the crowd, Zhou Yuwen confirmed that they were indeed taking orders.

"Our company handles all kinds of wedding planning. This here is our company's Vice President."

Zhou Yuwen gently pushed through the crowd and quickly pulled Pan Min over.

When she heard Zhou Yuwen refer to her as the Vice President, she was genuinely stunned. 'Since when did I become the Vice President?' she thought.

But Zhou Yuwen introduced her to everyone without giving her a chance to argue, "This is our company's Vice President, Manager Pan. Actually, most of the creative ideas for this wedding came from Manager Pan. If you're all interested in our company's concepts, you can leave your contact information. Manager Pan, make sure to take notes."

"Oh, alright."

In truth, Zhou Yuwen hadn't given Pan Min any prior warning about this. But since he was practically dragging her into the spotlight, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and play along.

Fortunately, even though they weren't speaking to Zhou Yuwen, the crowd's enthusiasm didn't wane in the slightest. They began talking over each other in a flurry of questions: "Ah, you planned this wedding?"

"It's really fantastic!"

"Do you have a business card?"

"Um, I don't have business cards on me at the moment. How about everyone adds my contact number instead?" Pan Min suggested.

And so, everyone enthusiastically exchanged contact information with Pan Min.

Surrounded by the eager crowd, Pan Min found herself liking this job more and more.

The wedding kept them busy until past ten o'clock at night. There was actually still some wrapping up to do, but those trivial tasks could easily be handed off to others.

The host family kept seeking out Zhou Yuwen to chat, expressing their absolute satisfaction with the wedding and promising to entrust any future planning needs to him.

The older generation even handed Zhou Yuwen a red packet, telling him it was to share in the festive joy.

Zhou Yuwen took a look—goodness, it was 1,666 yuan.

They truly were a wealthy family.

And it wasn't just Zhou Yuwen who received one.

Even Pan Min was given a red packet.

This took Pan Min somewhat by surprise.

She looked at Zhou Yuwen blankly.

Zhou Yuwen told her, "Just accept it since they're giving it to you. Share in the good luck."

Pan Min smiled at his words.

In just one single day, Pan Min felt she had experienced more excitement than in her entire ten years of teaching.

After everything was finally settled, Zhou Yuwen drove Pan Min home.

In the car, Zhou Yuwen asked Pan Min how she felt about it.

Pan Min replied that it felt marvelous.

"Compared to when you were at the school?"

"It's much more exciting than the school. I never expected to get a red packet too. There's 999 yuan in here." Sitting in the front passenger seat, Pan Min opened the envelope. Looking at the nine red bills inside, a small, happy smile graced her face.

Zhou Yuwen remarked, "Then you didn't get as much as I did."

"I had one thousand, six hundred and sixty-six in mine."

"That much? I assumed they were all the same."

Hearing this, Pan Min felt a slight twinge of disappointment.

Zhou Yuwen just smiled. Resting one hand on the steering wheel, he used his other hand to pull out his own red packet. "Here, for you."

"Huh?"

Puzzled, Pan Min said, "I don't want it, I was just making a comment."

"No, take it. Treat it as a bonus from your boss."

"Boss?"

Pan Min raised an eyebrow, suddenly realizing at that very moment that Zhou Yuwen was indeed her boss now.

But he was clearly supposed to be her son-in-law!

Still, calling him her boss wasn't exactly wrong, either.

"To be honest, Aunt Pan, your execution skills are quite impressive. It really surprised me. We'll likely have many more orders like this in the future, so I hope you keep up the good work. What? Do you think it's too little?"

Saying this, Zhou Yuwen waved the red packet in his hand.

Hearing Zhou Yuwen's sincere praise, Pan Min smiled, her expression as gentle as water. Without a second thought, she reached out, snatched the red packet, and beamed. "Then I won't hold back. Thank you, boss!"

Zhou Yuwen gave a faint smile in response.

The car pulled into the garage, and the two of them stepped out.

"Let's go. It's been a tiring day."

"Mhm!"

But just as she stepped out of the car, Pan Min let out a soft whine of pain.

Zhou Yuwen walked around from the driver's side to the front passenger seat. "What's wrong?"

He saw Pan Min frowning slightly. "I... I think I twisted my ankle?" she said.

Zhou Yuwen paused, then crouched down and gently lifted the hem of Pan Min's long skirt, revealing an inch of her snow-white calf.

A twisted ankle wasn't visible, but Zhou Yuwen noticed that the heel of Pan Min's foot, shoved into her high heels, was chafed raw and red. He couldn't help but say, "Your heel is completely blistered. Aunt Pan, why didn't you think to change your shoes?"

Pan Min insisted it wasn't a big deal.

"I just didn't expect to be standing for so long. Yuwen, I really think my ankle is sprained. Help me up a b—Ah!"

Before Pan Min could even finish her sentence, she suddenly felt the world spin around her.

By the time she gathered her wits, she realized she had already been scooped up and was cradled securely in Zhou Yuwen's arms.