Chapter 139: More exaggerated than a movie

"Brother, the girl beside Yun Zhe, is she Yun Zhe's fiancée? I think you're about to become a grandfather?" Xiao Xinran looked at Geng Jing Shu and asked.

"Yeah." Xiao Ming replied: "After a while, our Xiao Family will have another joyous event."

"Mm, seeing several children have found their own homes, our parental hearts can finally settle."

At that moment, several of Xiao Junrong's close friends had also prepared themselves; seeing the wedding car late to arrive, they all grew anxious.

"Junrong, what's going on? Where's the wedding car?"

"I think the time is about right; if we don't leave now, we won't reach the bride's house in the scheduled time—we can't miss the auspicious moment."

"Junrong, is your uncle actually capable or not?"

Seeing the wedding car still not show up, Xiao Junrong felt uncertain at heart.

But after thinking about how Xiao Ming's direct superior had treated his uncle respectfully the day before, Xiao Junrong quickly dismissed his doubts: "He must be capable; we just need to wait patiently."

As his words finished, a sound of wheels came from far to near: "It's the wedding car..."

Xiao Junrong and his few close friends rushed out happily; the moment they saw the scene outside, they were instantly dumbfounded, looking at each other, asking with their eyes what was happening.

Only to see outside, a neat row of uniformly red Maseratis parked outside, the front of the convoy stretching far away—at a glance, you couldn't see the end.

"Good heavens, am I dreaming?"

After three minutes, Xiao Junrong and his friends finally came to their senses, and someone exclaimed in amazement.

Thereafter came a continuous stream of exclamations; Xiao Junrong walked forward dazedly two steps, wondering if his uncle had really arranged a digital romance.

So, did his uncle really arrange fifty-two Maseratis for him to fetch the bride?

He slapped his own face, trying to wake himself up, to make sure this wasn't a dream.

The surrounding neighbors, hearing the commotion, also came out to watch; seeing such a spectacular scene, they couldn't help but cry out in astonishment.

Fifty-two luxury sports cars— isn't that excessively extravagant?

Before everyone could fully recover from the shock, the doors of those fifty-two luxury cars opened in unison, and a line of men in black suits stepped out, holding cigarettes and handing them to the onlookers.

That scene wouldn't even be staged in a movie.

Xiao Junrong's friends exclaimed in shock: "Good heavens, Junrong, what background does your uncle have?"

"Strong, too strong—this is more exaggerated than a movie."

Usually, just seeing someone who can afford a Maserati would shock them for a long time; they never expected Xiao Junrong's uncle to produce fifty-two luxury Maseratis all at once— even toy cars aren't bought like that.

Xiao Junrong's friends thought about soon riding those luxury cars to fetch the bride, and each became uncontrollably excited.

Xiao Junrong thought about going to fetch his beloved with such a grand scene, and he was overjoyed.

He never even dreamed his wedding would be this grand.

Xiao Shan and Xiao Xinran, as a couple, also heard the commotion and came out from the courtyard.

Seeing the convoy outside the courtyard, Xiao Shan's family were so shocked they could hardly walk; facing the neighbors' astonished and envious gazes, the Xiao family members felt moved, their eyes reddening.

Their feelings were the same as Xiao Junrong's— using such a convoy to seal the marriage was simply too glorious; they never imagined in their lifetimes they could have such a splendid day.

"Little Ming, you actually..." The day before, Xiao Ming said he'd use fifty-two Maseratis to fetch the bride; he had thought Xiao Ming was just boasting impulsively, never expecting Xiao Ming to actually do it.

Xiao Shan's eyes were red; he was so excited he didn't know what to say.

He was moved, pulling Xiao Ming close; after a moment, tears still fell: "Good child, it was uncle who was wrong; you really did it, you truly fulfilled your dream."

Seeing Xiao Ming actually possess such ability, Xiao Shan felt genuine joy from the bottom of his heart.

Xiao Xinran's reaction was calmer than Xiao Shan's; she reddened her eyes, stayed silent a moment, then said: "Brother, you're too amazing."

"Brother, thank you!" Xiao Xinran expressed gratitude; it was Xiao Ming's effort that allowed his son to hold such a grand wedding.

"Uncle, Xinran, didn't I say? I'm in business, I've made that much money—this wedding will definitely be spectacular." Xiao Ming smiled and said: "Alright, today is Junrong's big day; we should go fetch the bride—other talk we can save for later."

Speaking, Xiao Ming supported his uncle as they walked toward the car convoy, and along the way told Xiao Junrong: "Junrong, let's set off to fetch the bride."

Xiao Ming silently thought to himself: This wedding car is just a beginning; a bigger scene is still to come.

"Alright, let's go." Xiao Junrong excitedly led his few close friends to board the cars.

Song Huihui's aunt, didn't she say to hold a big wedding?

With so many luxury cars fetching the bride, they probably can't think of any trick to stop him and Huihui from being together, right?

This feeling is simply awesome to the extreme.

Soon, the entire Xiao family boarded those luxury cars; Xiao Junrong sat in the lead vehicle, and the convoy set off toward the bride's home.

On the way, they happened to encounter another wedding convoy; that group's lead vehicles were top-tier luxury cars— Lamborghinis.

The following cars were also not bad— there were Mercedes, Land Rovers, and such.

Normally, seeing such a wedding convoy would already be visually striking, but compared to Xiao Junrong's bride‑fetching entourage, it looks puny.

Moreover, both convoys were heading the same direction, moving forward in stark contrast.

The two convoys directly occupied the main road; other miscellaneous vehicles could only be forced to pull over to the side.

Xiao Junrong's bride‑fetching convoy, as it went, overtook the other convoy.

The people in that convoy were initially quite confident— after all, their own convoy was indeed impressive— but seeing their convoy overtaken, the person in the lead car was still angry; yet upon seeing a continuous stream of uniformly red Maseratis outside the window, they instantly lost their nerve.

Who could provoke a bigwig who uses that many luxury cars to fetch a bride?

In the end, they simply pulled over to the side; after Xiao Junrong's convoy passed, they then continued onward.

After half an hour, Xiao Junrong's bride‑fetching convoy arrived at the home of the bride, Song Huihui.

On the bride's side, everyone thought the Xiao family was so impoverished that fulfilling his conditions was impossible; they all harbored contempt in their hearts.