Chapter 112 - 112: Noisy Music

Translator: _Min_

Meng Zhi noticed the melancholy that clouded Gu Dai’s face and looked at her with concern. “Daidai…”

Gu Dai’s face turned a shade paler, but she forced a smile. “Don’t worry, Third Brother. I’m fine. It’s just that watching this wedding brings back memories of my own with Song Ling.”

Meng Zhi regretted his timing. He should have turned on the live stream later, so Gu Dai wouldn’t be reminded of her past at such an emotionally charged moment.

The master of ceremonies had already taken the stage. “Let’s welcome the bride and groom!”

Gu Dai heard this and turned her head away. “Third Brother, 1 won’t watch the next part…”

Before she could finish her sentence, an odd medley of sentimental, joyful, trendy, and catchy tunes erupted from the computer, creating a jarring cacophony.

Both Gu Dai and Meng Zhi were stunned.

They weren’t the only ones. The guests at the wedding venue were also taken aback. Since they were physically present, the discordant blend of sounds was even more deafening.

“How could the Song family, who hold such a high standing, make such a basic mistake? Didn’t they rehearse?”

“My ears, my ears are polluted! Had I known, I wouldn’t have come. If my hearing is damaged, 1 won’t let the Song family off the hook.”

“Why isn’t anyone fixing this?”

Song Ling approached the master of ceremonies with a livid expression. “What’s going on here? Why isn’t anyone solving this?”

The emcee, already trembling with fear, mustered the courage to respond, “Mr. Song, I can’t hear you. You’re too soft-spoken!”

Song Ling felt like everything was going dark. He gestured to Zhao Xuan.

Zhao Xuan leaned in close to the emcee and relayed Song Ling’s question.

After hearing it, the emcee wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered an explanation to Zhao Xuan.

Zhao Xuan quickly relayed the information to Song Ling. “Mr. Song, the emcee says the noise isn’t coming from our audio system but from the building next door.”

Song Ling snapped, “If you know what the problem is, why haven’t you gone to fix it?” n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Stunned by the reprimand, Zhao Xuan snapped to attention and rushed off to solve the issue, muttering under his breath about Song Ling’s temperament.

Jiang Yue, holding her wedding gown, approached Song Ling. “Is everything okay?”

Forcing down his irritation, Song Ling replied, “It’s fine. It’ll be resolved soon.”

Jiang Yue nodded obediently. “I trust you. By the way, 1 encountered something interesting a couple of days ago…”

Song Ling felt his patience thinning. He wasn’t in the mood for conversation, especially not with the Jiang Yue’s voice adding to his irritation.

Just then, he saw Zhao Xuan returning. So he left Jiang Yue there, while he walked over in hasty steps, “Why are you back, but the music is still there?”

Zhao Xuan looked uneasy. “Mr. Song, the person in charge of the neighboring building says playing music is their right and we can’t interfere.”

Fuming, Song Ling clenched his teeth. “Right? What right? Who gave them that right?”

Zhao Xuan, stuttering, said, “The person in charge said, said, said…”

Wang Lan, who had just arrived, heard Zhao Xuan’s stammering and snapped, “Out with it, what did they say?”

Frightened, Zhao Xuan blurted out, “They said they paid for it and aren’t under anyone’s control!”

Wang Lan’s face darkened even more. “Then why didn’t you offer them double the money? This is an important day; we can’t afford any mistakes! Money is the least of the Song family’s worries!”

Zhao Xuan lowered his head even more. “I did offer ten times the amount, but they didn’t budge.”

Frustrated, Wang Lan yelled, “So, they didn’t take ten times the money, and you didn’t think to offer a hundred times more?”