After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 918

Chapter 918: Another Wedding Preparation

Ansel and Winona’s wedding had been planned weeks prior, even before the Heat Wave. They had been planning for a while so—considering their productivity—a week was more than enough time to actually execute the event.

However, at some point, Winona’s grandmother found out about it and had been trying to insert herself for a while.

She had been camping in the organizer’s office during working hours, critiquing or trying to modify whatever she found unsatisfactory. There were only a few days left before the event itself, and most of the things had already been settled, with them scheduling the venue for decoration the next day!

At first, they let her in because she claimed to be the bride’s grandmother. She was so insistent that they did not have the time to tell the bride and groom before she was already inside!

The event organizer’s office was on the top floor of a manual commercial building. Unlike system residential units, these commercial areas did not have a blockage and automatic security function, and the old woman took full advantage of that.

She pretty much barrelled into the place with an entitled aura about her, and they could only give up and let her be. They were not in the actual event anyway, what could she do if they didn’t like her suggestions?

They had no idea she was going to be a monster!

“No, this flower is better for her blonde hair!”

“This arrangement should be like this…

“Add this table closer to the stage. That’s where her true family will be sitting.”

She even asked the organizer—repeatedly—who the groom was! As if it could change midway!

“Are we sure we’re not letting Eric be the groom?”

Sadly, the System’s blacklisting only worked on a territory-wide basis. They couldn’t request to kick an old woman—no matter how annoying—out of the territory to get eaten by monsters, right!?

“The food shouldn’t have too much oil.”

“No, I want this menu.”

“What kind of music are you playing?”

The lead organizer, Miya, was using all the patience she could muster. She was holding back so much that her usually-well-kept bun showed signs of unraveling.

However, she was still a professional to the bones, and it wasn’t like she hadn’t encountered problematic clients in the ten years she was in this field.

However, that was in Terran—where the biggest problem was people thinking luxury brands were expensive, or getting dumped, or that they were gaining weight!

This was Xeno now. Supposedly, surviving this long would humble everyone still alive—but apparently not.

She looked at her assistant, who nodded when he received her look. He had already called on Ansel a few minutes ago and, hopefully, they could take away this annoying… person.

Ansel did arrive shortly after that, panting a bit as he rushed. When he saw the old woman ordering everyone as if she were paying for the event, Ansel had to work hard to contain himself.

“Please leave,” he said, quite politely if he might say so himself. “You will not be welcome in the event if you keep doing this.”

“How dare you!” The old woman gasped, looking at him. “I’m Winona’s grandmother.”

“But this is her wedding, and she would not appreciate you changing anything she had already decided on.”

The old woman just looked at him like he was a brat who didn’t know anything. She literally dismissed his words as if they had no value. “She knows little about these things!” the old woman said, waving her hand as if to shoo his opinion. “She knows to listen to my advice.”

His eyes twitched and his fists clenched in annoyance, but—instead of punching the old woman as he wanted—he simply combed back his gossamer red hair, though he was very close to pulling it.

He should ask his sister to add another rule to send warnings to people harassing others like this.

Anyway, seeing as the old woman wouldn’t walk out on her own, he looked to the side and two guards entered the room, intending to drag her out if they had to.

“We will have to escort you out if you can’t do it yourself.”

The old woman saw their posture and was shocked, incredibly offended.

“YOUUU!”

She had never been treated like this—like a beggar!!

“You think you can still marry my granddaughter like this?!”

Ansel was not shaken. “Very much so, yes.”

“…”

The old woman saw they were serious and she could only complain.

“I will report you for abuse of power!” she announced, walking out with the dignity she had as a former rich woman. “You’ll see!”

…

The old woman, of course, did report. However, unsurprisingly, nothing came out of it.

She was naturally unreconciled and made a scene in front of the Guard Station.

She would yell things like ‘corrupt people!’, ‘dirty place!’, ‘abusers!’ and the like, which in turn got the guards to approach her again, causing her to leave in humiliation.

How could the old woman keep quiet when she was embarrassed like this?

She would gossip around, trying to dirty Ansel’s name, as well as the elders’ for letting him go rampant. However, the elders had a good reputation and people had eyes. In the end, she was just ignored and even outcasted for her slander.

While the old woman was going around, spending her limited energy in gossip no one was listening to, the event preparation entered its final stages.

The venue preparation, as well as the procurement of some ingredients for the food, had already begun.

The performers also started mastering their piece. They were very passionate as their performance cells had grown molds during the heatwave.

Ansel got his employee, the wedding planner Miya, to handle everything. It was so his stressed-out wife didn’t have much problems anymore. She just needed to make the major decisions and all the cumbersome things were given to others.

Anyway, hiring Miya was a multi-level decision. It would also give less leeway for that grandmother of hers to intervene, because Miya was a perfectionist and didn’t really care about being blunt, especially now that they had shown their stance against the woman.

Speaking of the old woman, at some point, she found the event place and was once again making a scene at the venue.

“Thank you for your opinion,” Miya said, looking over the preparations while the old woman was following her around.

“Why don’t you change it?”

“I didn’t say we’ll use it.”

“You—”

“I’m the bride’s grandmother!”

“Yes, but I was instructed to only follow the bride’s wishes. She wishes you don’t have anything to do with it.”

“You!!”

She stubbornly sat down on a chair, refusing to get up. Considering she was a proud high-class old woman a couple of months ago, she was acting a bit like a shrew.

Was it because she hung out a lot with that nouveau riche new family of hers, no one knew.

Miya knew that this grandmother was not welcome, so she didn’t have scruples anymore. She looked at her assistant. “Call the guards again.”

“On what grounds!” the old woman spat back. She was no longer in an office, but in a public events place! She was even standing in the gardens right now!

Miya didn’t seem to care for her odd logic. “Trespassing and causing chaos,” she said calmly, though unsurprisingly the old woman tried fighting for her ‘rights’.

It stopped when she heard an announcement in her head.

Ding!

[You have now been warned for harassment. One more and you will be sent to prison.]