Lu Zhiyuan arrived at that time.
The Ning Mansion was brightly lit inside and out, as if it were daytime, adorned with various red lanterns and colorful ribbons, all exuding joyful festive cheer.
He had just got out of the car at the entrance when he was spotted by the butler Smith, who promptly invited him in.
Lu Zhiyuan had a rather solitary temperament and was not familiar with the customs and practices of the Hong Kong, Macau, and Guangdong regions. He had not shown up for the bridal gift presentation earlier in the day. He was now here, according to the customs of his hometown, to add to the bridal trousseau on the evening before the bride's departure, in the capacity of an uncle.
It would have been more appropriate if an aunt had come to add to the trousseau, but who could blame Lu Zhiyuan for not having a wife at the moment.
It was extremely rare for wealthy bachelors like Song Xiufeng to remain unmarried all their lives, and Lu Zhiyuan was not among them.
