Xi Qian nodded and chose not to probe Shen Jiao with questions, leaving a very confused Xiao Rufeng in their company. Thankfully, the young actress was respectful enough not to pry into someone else’s business and didn’t question Shen Jiao about what she meant by her words.

Their attention moved to the newly wedded couple who had taken a seat on the center table, allowing Yan Mei, Su Xiaofei’s aunt, to start the reception as the emcee. The traditional toast was carried out around dinnertime.

It didn’t take too long before their wedding cake, which was personally made by Shen Jiao, was wheeled into the reception hall. The intricate design of the pink and red flowers and lace icing had everyone looking at it in awe.

Su Xiaofei stood up with Lu Qingfeng as they made their way to cut the cake, mouthing a ‘thanks’ at Shen Jiao’s direction in the process. She allowed her husband to pick up the cake knife, and together, they cut the first slice, revealing a perfect marble cake that she and Lu Qingfeng decided to have at the last minute.

Flashes from the cameras followed as Lu Qingfeng laid the cake slice on a plate, intending to feed Feifei with a piece of it. What he hadn’t anticipated was that Su Xiaofei would also pick up a fork, taking a piece of the cake to feed him as well.

He narrowed his eyes, thinking that she would smear it on his face, but was proven wrong when she didn’t. The sweetness that spread in his mouth caught him off guard and he knew then that Su Xiaofei had convinced Shen Jiao to make their wedding cake to her sweetness preference and hadn’t followed their agreement.

Lu Qingfeng decided that he would try to convince her to cut her insane amount of sugar intake from now on.

Half an hour later, Master Ouyang and his eldest son came and joined them at the celebration.

“We’re sorry we couldn’t be there for your wedding. Please take this as our family’s gift to the two of you.” The old man told the couple before handing Lu Qingfeng a golden card and an envelope with the Ouyang family’s seal on it. “It’s yours now.”

Su Xiaofei glanced at the card Lu Qingfeng was holding and saw that it was an entrance pass to a yacht club, and she didn’t need to ask to know that she and Lu Qingfeng had just gained one for themselves.

As the reception proceeded, it was time for the bride to toss her bouquet of flowers to the small crowd of single ladies. Surprisingly, the one who caught it was the unwilling single mother, Shen Jiao. She looked at the bouquet of flowers in her hands in confusion, wondering how it ended up with her when she didn’t even bother to raise her hand to catch it.

“It’s yours. Don’t take it seriously if you don’t want it.” Xi Qian said as she patted Shen Jiao’s shoulder.

As Lu Qingfeng predicted, Su Xiaofei was still not versed in dancing. He tried not to count how many times she had stepped on his poor feet as they danced. However, he was slightly amused seeing that she was actually trying not to step on his feet.

At first, he thought that she was trying to get even with him for the hickey he left on her shoulder earlier, but when she lowered her head in shame after the third step, he knew that she hadn’t meant to.

Luckily for him, Su Xiaofei’s feet were light and didn’t bear heavy weight on it, sparing him of the pain of being stepped harshly by his wife.

“Calm down, Feifei, and follow my lead.” He murmured into her ear.

Su Xiaofei nodded and allowed him to lead their movements, trying her best not to step on him for the umpteenth time. She may be able to act and to sing, but dancing has never been her forte. No matter how hard she tried to be as graceful as Ye Mingyu, she could never match the flow of the music.

As soon as their first dance ended, Qiao Fengying suddenly appeared, offering a hand to Su Xiaofei.

“Mr. Lu, if you don’t mind, can I have a dance with your beautiful bride?”

Lu Qingfeng looked at the older man, then to Su Xiaofei, sensing her nervousness as she faced her birth father. No matter how many times she had met and talked with Qiao Fengying, Su Xiaofei still couldn’t contain her need to have him in her life.

“Of course, President Qiao. Xiao Han may also have his dance with Feifei if he wants to.” He replied to his father-in-law.

Qiao Fengying chuckled at that.

“I’m sure he would be happy to have one with her.” He replied, before leading the bride back to the dance floor.

“I know that everyone has already told you, but you are really beautiful today, Xiaofei.” He told Su Xiaofei, noticing the stiffness of her actions.

Su Xiaofei merely gave him a smile and paid attention to where her foot was going. She didn’t think she would be able to face her father in the future if she kept on stepping on his feet today.

“You can’t dance?” She heard Qiao Fengying ask.

She nodded in embarrassment. This was why she rarely attend events that involved dancing.

“Don’t worry. It won’t make you less likable just because you can’t do something.” He chuckled. “But the easiest way to learn how to dance is to listen to the music and find your rhythm. A common error made by beginner dancers is staring at your own feet. It is quite natural to want to do this, but it should be avoided. Dancing is not about seeing, instead it’s about feeling.”

Su Xiaofei smiled and allowed her father to give her a spin.

“I didn’t know Uncle Qiao is knowledgeable in dancing.” She teased.

The man smiled in return.

“A beautiful woman taught me once.”