Gong Beiyao's facial contours were handsomely defined, and his features were three-dimensional, especially those eyes—just a calm glance could make everyone feel as though he was looking at them.
His thin lips slightly curved, carrying an air of cynical enchantment, yet also a transcendent sense of ascetism, both styles seamlessly melded together by him.
In his asceticism, there was an allure like that of the poppy; in his cynicism, a sanctity that seemed unattainable.
No one could resist the temptation of his appearance.
Upon seeing Gong Beiyao appear, photographers hurriedly started snapping photos frantically.
"Here he comes, here comes Gong Beiyao, I told you... how could he possibly not attend his own wedding..." someone cheered at the scene.
Chairman Gong laughed, and the Ou family patriarch finally seemed a bit unsettled.
Nevertheless, he had finally arrived.
