After the divorce, I became a rich girl

No matter how unwilling Universal Pictures was, it originally planned to release the film it invested in at a different time from the Spring Festival movies to maximize profits. However, under the sniping of multiple capitals, the box office ended dismally and the investors suffered heavy losses.

The box office of the Spring Festival movie in which Xiao Yi participated was far ahead, breaking the national box office record within ten days of its release. Moreover, as the release time got longer, the box office declined, but the decline was not severe. All the investors could not help but wake up with smiles at night when they saw such results, and they were all grateful to Universal Pictures for withdrawing its investment.

This is undoubtedly another fatal stab in the back of Universal Pictures' shareholders.

Li Jiawei and Xiao Yi have no time to care about these things now, because as the wedding approaches, they are getting busier and busier. Busy taking wedding photos, busy writing invitations...

At Xishan Villa, Mr. Xiao put down his phone. The online excitement about Xiao Yi and Li Jiawei's wedding has slightly subsided. Many reporters are now trying to find out where Xiao Yi's wedding will be held, but after visiting many high-end banquet halls and private clubs, they have not received any responses about the wedding activities.

Currently, the hottest topic on the Internet is speculation about the venue of Xiao Yi's wedding. Although many people have inquired, no media outlet has been able to find any clues.

The company that took over Xiao Yi's wedding had signed a confidentiality agreement, so it was impossible for them to disclose any information. If the news leaked from them, the legal team of the Li Group would definitely sue them and make them bankrupt.

Mr. Xiao sighed. He had been waiting for Xiao Yi to come to Xishan Villa to tell him about the wedding. However, the wedding date was approaching, and he had not come to tell him, and he had not even sent him an invitation. It seemed that he had forgotten that there was a grandfather in Xishi.

Mr. Xiao called his assistant and pointed to a folder on the desk and said, "Give this to Xiao Yi and Jia Wei, and tell them that this is my wedding gift to them."

"Okay, sir." The assistant didn't say much, picked up the documents and walked out. To be honest, he felt that Mr. Xiao was quite pitiful. At such an old age, he lived alone in such a large yard. Apart from the staff who took care of him, few people came to visit him.

There is an irreconcilable gap between him and his only grandson, and he has become a lonely old man, leading a lonely life.

During this period, Mr. Xiao became addicted to watching videos, because there was a lot of news about Xiao Yi on them, whether it was about work or personal privacy, he loved to listen to it.

When he sees a blogger praising Xiao Yi, he will give him a reward, starting at 10,000 yuan each time. During this period, the amount of reward has been close to 1 million. Therefore, it is said online that there is a big guy among Xiao Yi's fans who is very generous in rewarding bloggers who praise Xiao Yi.

For a while, there were fewer posts and videos criticizing Xiao Yi online, and more posts and videos praising him, almost praising him to the skies. And those bloggers who praised him in a refreshing and unconventional way and with clear opinions did make a lot of money.

Xiao Yi was writing the invitations. Although the number of people invited to the wedding was small, they were all close and prestigious people, so it had to be more formal.

Li Jiawei's handwriting was barely passable, but it was still far behind Xiao Yi, who had practiced calligraphy. So the glorious task of writing the invitation was given to Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi was lying on the desk, concentrating on writing the invitation, while Li Jiawei was preparing a hand mask on the small couch in the study.

She took a small porcelain bowl and dropped a dozen drops of rose essential oil into it. Then she took out a large jar of face cream, scooped a large spoonful into the porcelain bowl, and stirred it evenly with a small spoon.

Li Jiawei stirred it for a few minutes and felt that the essence had been fully integrated into the cream. She leaned in to smell it and a rich rose scent came to her nose, which was very pleasant.

Li Jiawei quickly got down from the small couch, walked to the desk, lay on the table, and handed the small porcelain bowl to Xiao Yi: "Does it smell good?"

Xiao Yi leaned in to smell it and nodded: "It smells good!"

After getting the affirmation, Li Jiawei happily returned to the couch, first applied the prepared hand cream evenly on her hands, then put on silk gloves, which could be washed off after fifteen minutes.

Xiao Yi looked at Li Jiawei's excited look and asked, "Is this really useful?"

Li Jiawei nodded: "It should be useful. I saw some tips for beautiful hands shared by netizens online, and they all said they were useful!"

Xiao Yi smiled and lowered his head to continue writing the invitation. He used a brush instead of a fountain pen, and it was quite laborious to write.

During this period, Li Jiawei was keen on trying various beauty tips. She followed many beauty bloggers and tried them if she thought what they said made sense.

After all the hard work, her skin has indeed improved a lot. But whether it is the effect of going to the beauty salon regularly during this period or the credit of these little tricks is unknown. After all, she took a two-pronged approach.

Li Jiawei looked at her hands and determined to be the most beautiful bride.

Just as Li Jiawei was considering whether to give her feet a SPA, the doorbell rang.

Li Jiawei hurriedly got down from the couch, walked out of the study and opened the door.

She opened the door, looked at the strange man in front of her, and asked, "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

The man introduced himself: "Hello, Miss Jiawei, I am Wei Qiyue, Mr. Xiao's assistant."

Li Jiawei was stunned for a moment, then said, "Please come in."

Wei Qiyue sat on the sofa. Li Jiawei poured him a cup of tea and placed it in front of him. Then she said, "Please wait a moment. I'll go call Xiao Yi."

Li Jiawei walked into the study, came to the desk and said to Xiao Yi: "Xiao Yi, there is a guest outside. He said he is Mr. Xiao's assistant, named Wei Qiyue."

Xiao Yi stopped writing, put the brush back into the pen holder, picked up a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and said, "I'll go see him."

After Xiao Yi went out, Li Jiawei looked at the hand mask on her hands, quickly ran to the bathroom to wash it off, and then followed Xiao Yi to the living room.

Wei Qiyue handed Xiao Yi a file bag: "This is the wedding gift from Mr. Xiao to you."

Xiao Yi didn't take it and said, "You can take it back. I appreciate his kindness, but I won't accept it."

Wei Qiyue looked at Xiao Yi and said, "Mr. Xiao, I know a thing or two about the grudges between you and Mr. Xiao. Many things were tragedies of that era. Now that Mr. Xiao is old, he wants to make up for his mistakes. You should give him this opportunity."

Xiao Yi looked at Wei Qiyue and asked, "Mr. Wei, how long have you been following him?"

Wei Qiyue replied: "Almost ten years."

Xiao Yi said: "Ten years! But my grandmother and my father waited for him all their lives. The damage caused to them by his mistakes can never be made up. As my grandmother's grandson and my father's son, I cannot forgive him on their behalf, nor do I have the qualifications to forgive him on their behalf."