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The van sped all the way, and I never expected that Zhang Meili would actually bring me to the wedding venue.

Although my dad was holding a wedding with Zhang Meili, he didn't invite his business friends.

Only relatives from Zhang Meili's family were invited.

It was obvious that he didn't want to treat Zhang Meili too poorly, but he also didn't think her status could match his.

Zhang Meili's relatives and her family all came from a poor background.

Even in the city's most luxurious hotel, they seemed shabby in the glitzy and opulent banquet hall.

Zhang Meili's mother, Sun Chunhua, wore a red woolen coat with a red flower pinned to her hair, sitting at the main table picking her teeth with a toothpick.

Zhang Meili's sister, Zhang Meiqin, craned her neck to look around, her eyes filled with greed.

Zhang Meili's brother, Zhang Yingjun, had dyed his hair yellow, held a cigarette in his mouth, playing games while shaking his leg.