Chapter 115: The Host’s Glory

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: The Host’s GloryQian Feifei hadn’t yet mentioned that the hosts were Li Xinyue and Song Lianyao, but one of the female classmates couldn’t contain her excitement and blurted out the news.

The revelation practically exploded like a bombshell, yet everyone still found it hard to believe it was true, especially Cao Yingbo, who expressed his disbelief, "That’s impossible, how could they possibly come to host Yizhong’s wedding? I don’t mean to look down on Yizhong, but it’s just a fact."

The female student immediately pointed to Li Yifei and said, "Yifei invited them, if you don’t believe it, just ask him."

It was only then that everyone remembered that these two presenters were indeed brought in by Li Yifei, and when they looked at him, their eyes were filled with amazement.

Li Yifei, somewhat helplessly, could only smile and say, "Yes, I did invite Li Xinyue and Song Lianyao, but I really don’t have such clout. It was our company’s boss who helped me out."

This statement made everyone believe it somewhat more. With Li Yifei’s status as a driver, how could he possibly have the sway to invite Li Xinyue and Song Lianyao? But if it were Li Yifei’s boss, then perhaps, it really could be true.

"Tell me, Yifei, you’ve got some serious influence yourself. Your boss went to such lengths for you?" Su Yue said with a chuckle, patting Li Yifei’s shoulder.

Qian Feifei, tilting her head and looking at Li Yifei, teased cheerily, "Tell me, Li Yifei, how did you manage such a feat? Which company do you work for? It must be very powerful."

Being the center of everyone’s attention felt pretty good, and although Li Yifei wasn’t as vain as a child, after all, having the opportunity to help a classmate left him in a good mood. He laughed and said, "Huayang Company, just a small company."

However, Cao Yibo wasn’t ready to give up, pressing on, "Li Yifei, this doesn’t sound very plausible, we’re talking about Li Xinyue and Song Lianyao. Even with money, it’s not possible to just invite them. And I know about your company too; I doubt even your boss has that much influence, right?"

Li Yifei shrugged and replied, "That I’m not sure about. I certainly don’t have that much influence myself. All I did was ask our boss, and who she turns to is beyond me."

Everyone harbored similar doubts; a driver, although closely related to the boss, likely wouldn’t have enough pull for this, and for Li Yifei’s boss to go out of her way to invite Li Xinyue and Song Lianyao seemed even more far-fetched. If Li Yifei himself were getting married, it might seem a bit more plausible, but for him to arrange this for someone else made even less sense.

Most people didn’t know much about Huayang Company, but Cao Yingbo had heard a bit and said to Li Yifei, "Huayang isn’t that big of a company either, its assets are probably not even over a billion. Is your boss a beautiful woman?"

Li Yifei nodded and admitted, "Yes, she indeed is a beauty."

Just then, everyone looked at Li Yifei with insinuating smiles, and Qian Feifei bumped him with her shoulder, teasing, "Don’t tell me you’ve got a thing going with your beautiful boss. Otherwise, why would she help you out so much?"

"Come on, do you really think that’s possible?" Li Yifei rolled his eyes in exasperation.

A beautiful CEO, a driver devoted to the CEO, and this CEO being so obliging to her driver, going to great lengths to bring in two popular presenters—it was absolutely gossip-worthy, and everyone teased Li Yifei relentlessly.

Li Yifei was trying to cope with the teasing from his classmates, a mix of laughter and helplessness. If Xu Yingying were here, who knows how angry she would get.

Because he had managed to bring Li Xinyue and Song Lianyao as the beautiful presenters, Li Yifei’s status among his classmates soared, and everyone expressed their wishes that he would invite these two beauties for their own weddings. This gave Li Yifei quite a headache; it didn’t seem right not to agree. If he could help Tao Yizhong, it seemed he couldn’t refuse other classmates, but by doing so, he would owe Li Xinyue and Song Lianyao a great deal of favors, which wouldn’t be easy to repay later on.

Fortunately, Qian Feifei stepped in to defuse the situation, explaining how difficult it was to invite people and that it all depended on their availability, among other reasons. This cleared the air somewhat, letting Li Yifei off the hook.

The formal wedding ceremony finally began, and as Li Xinyue and Song Lianyao appeared on stage, the entire hall erupted in excitement. Aside from Li Yifei and his classmates, nobody knew that the ceremony’s hosts were two of Mile City’s most famous presenters. Sёarch* The Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"My God, it’s really Li Xinyue and Song Lianyao acting as wedding hosts!"

"Ruan Xiaoling is so lucky; her husband is so considerate and impressive!"

Most of these sighs of envy came from women, while some men calculated how much it would cost to have such presenters at their own weddings.

For women, a wedding is one of the most important events of their lives. Having two famous presenters could make the ceremony tens of times more impressive. Later, sharing this with sisters and friends would certainly be a matter of great pride.

Ruan Xiaoling felt her heart was sweeter than honey as she sensed the eyes of her young female relatives and close girlfriends looking at her with immense envy and admiration.

Li Xinyue and Song Lianyao, the famous hosts, really went above and beyond, turning what was supposed to be a half-hour wedding into almost an hour-long celebration.

Despite the prolonged timing which interfered with the meal schedule, not a soul complained; in fact, they all wished it could’ve lasted even longer. The wedding was just that spectacular.

After the wedding ceremony finally concluded, Tao Yizhong and his wife changed their outfits and quickly joined their classmates. Tao Yizhong landed a heavy punch on Wang Tao’s shoulder and said, "You really did me a solid, bro, getting these two hosts for my wedding."

Wang Tao immediately pointed at Li Yifei and said, "It wasn’t me who found them for you; it was Li Yifei."

Tao Yizhong looked at Li Yifei in surprise and didn’t come back to his senses until his wife nudged him. He then gave Li Yifei a hearty pat on the shoulder, expressing his gratitude. "Li Yifei, you’re a true bro."

Li Yifei smiled and replied, "Aren’t we old classmates? No need to be formal."

Tao Yizhong gave Li Yifei a big hug, unable to put into words how thankful he felt, choosing to express his gratitude through this gesture instead.

Everyone else offered their blessings, but most of all, they complimented Li Xinyue and Song Lianyao for giving the newlyweds so much honor. Ruan Xiaoling’s smile bloomed like a radiant flower, and seeing his wife so happy, Tao Yizhong couldn’t help but beam with a wide grin.

After some more conversation, Tao Yizhong pulled Li Yifei aside, looking troubled, and whispered, "Yifei, I really didn’t expect you to get me such big-name hosts. How much should I give them in red envelopes?"

Li Yifei wasn’t sure himself and hesitated before saying, "I’m not certain, let me go ask for you."

Tao Yizhong’s face fell as he replied with a wry smile, "Man, you really went all out. You didn’t even ask about the price. These two are expensive, and this is going to cost me a fortune, but it’s worth every penny. Go ahead and ask them."

Li Yifei nodded and headed straight for the room prepared for Li Xinyue and Song Lianyao. He knocked on the door, and Song Lianyao’s voice called out from inside, "Who is it?"

"It’s Li Yifei."

Footsteps approached quickly and Song Lianyao opened the door just a crack. Seeing it was only Li Yifei, she pulled him inside and then closed the door behind them.

Li Yifei couldn’t help feeling like he was sneaking around, but once inside, he understood why. The two of them were in the middle of changing—though not completely undressed, their appearance was flirtatious, revealing expanses of shoulders, calves, and a short section of the abdomen. The tantalizing glimpses made him feel a bit like a voyeur, suddenly caught in a thrilling temptation, and he said awkwardly, "I’ll step outside."

"No need to go, we’re almost done changing. You didn’t come here on purpose to peep at us changing, did you?" Li Xinyue chuckled, not bothering to cover up more, as she draped her arm over Li Yifei’s shoulder.

Li Yifei turned to look at Li Xinyue, his gaze sweeping over her, and said, "I’m not peeking. If I want to look, I’d look openly. Isn’t that better?"

"Young Master Li, you’re so naughty," Li Xinyue teased, playfully hitting Li Yifei while her eyes were filled with flirtation. She hadn’t expected Li Yifei to react in such a way. She thought he would be either very lecherous or very shy, but Li Yifei was surprisingly calm, his gaze carrying a man’s lust yet remaining straightforward and clear.

Li Yifei was far from a saint and in the past, he would have made his move, taking full advantage. However, he didn’t want to do that with them but looking was a different matter—after all, if you could take a little pleasure for free, why not? He laughed, "Alright, enough teasing. The hosts asked me to find out how much your appearance fee is. They want to give you both red envelopes."

Song Lianyao swayed up to him and said, "Young Master Li, aren’t you belittling us? We don’t expect a red envelope for doing a favor for Young Master Li."

Li Xinyue too pouted, adding, "Exactly, Young Master Li, you really are underestimating us."

Li Yifei laughed heartily and said, "Alright then, I’ll just let them know I owe you both a favor."

Their eyes lit up upon hearing this. A favor from Li Yifei, the consummate young master, was far more valuable than a temporary sum of money. Both of them spoke in unison, coquettishly, "Young Master Li, you may say it, but it might not be up to you."

"When I say it counts, it counts. Now, I should go. They’re waiting anxiously." Li Yifei didn’t give them the chance to hold him up further and promptly left the room.