Could it be that the quarrel last night, which wasn't really a quarrel at all, offended him? Or maybe that woman refused to let him come back?
In short, Ling Yansen, please give me some time in your busy schedule and don't embarrass me too much.
Even if it's fake, it can't be fake anymore. Today is the first time in her twenty-four years that she has to walk on the red carpet with a man. She is not stupid, how can she bear so many eyes on her own that are waiting for a good show and looking down on her?
But she didn't know that in the beginning, she was nothing more than a piece of wood to Ling Yansen.
Time passed by minute by minute, she waited minute by minute, and her heart felt cold every minute.
Then it gets dark.
Sister-in-law Wu leaned against the door worriedly, "Let's put on the clothes first. The young master may be on the way already."
Qingwu stared at herself in the mirror. Her skin was wrapped in delicate pink makeup. There were two wet marks on her stiff expression. She sniffed and said, "Sister-in-law Wu, I want to wash my face."
"No, makeup comes off as soon as I wash it off." After Mrs. Wu finished speaking, she walked over silently, pulled out a piece of paper, and pressed it gently on her face. There was a touch of pity on her old face, "The same thing happened to Madam many years ago.
Like you, on the anniversary of your wedding with your uncle, she was sitting in front of the dressing table with all her makeup put on, but she still couldn't stop crying. At that time, my uncle was too messy, and it was also the fault of the woman named He who was too mean to marry him.
Such a good person is still closely related to my uncle. My wife was sad but she never pointed it out. The three children were lying at the door, watching her cry and crying too... Haha, in retrospect, Master Ling was the one who cried the most."
Qingwu couldn't help but be a little surprised when she heard the old man's memories. This was the first time she heard about her mother-in-law. She had always regarded this marriage as a farce of transactions. She had never cared about and did not dare to get involved in too many of his personal affairs. She always felt subconsciously
Danger, fear of falling deeper and deeper.
However, she was so distracted that she ignored many important points in Sister Wu's words, such as the woman named He, and the three children.
Later, during her long life in prison, she was often awakened by nightmares. Looking back, she could never sort out the causes and consequences, those seemingly coincidental coincidences. She could only shed two lines of tears, and her heart was broken...
In the end, Qingwu went to Qilin Villa in her own car.
In the front seat, the driver, Lao Zhang, was driving. In the back seat, she was dressed in gorgeous clothes. She was stunningly beautiful, but also cold.
Qilin Villa is located in the suburbs. It is a high-end luxury place specially designed for the upper class to hold weddings. It has a garden-style design, high-end villas, a magnificent inner court, a luxurious Western-style swimming pool, and many strange things.
All of this indicates to the world that a grand banquet is about to begin.
Qing Wu curled her lips and sneered, maybe the biggest joke of the century was about to begin!
At the wedding banquet, the bride was alone, and the groom was nowhere to be seen. Amidst the bursts of small talk, Qingwu walked into the hall with fragrant clothes and elegant hair very calmly.
But soon, even though she had drafted it thousands of times in her mind, when Ling Yansen appeared, she still couldn't calm down. At that moment, if she had to use any word to describe it, she thought it should be... excruciating pain.