Everything is ready, and when the time comes, the wedding begins.
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Inside the bride's room.
Stylists and makeup artists are making final adjustments to Sikong Lingge's makeup.
Outside the door, Mr. and Mrs. Feng were standing.
Fang Yiren stood beside them, wearing a knee-length dress, her face was pale, and with her classical appearance, she looked even more pitiful——
When a man sees this look, he can't help but feel sympathy.
Unfortunately, beneath the soft exterior, there is a heart more vicious than a witch.
Sikong Lingge clenched her fists tightly and had to take a deep breath to control her inner emotions and not rush over to knock off the secret pride on Fang Yiren's face!
Damn woman!
If her mouth hadn't been as tough as a dead duck, I wouldn't have gotten to where I am today!
When I think about the wedding being broadcast live in the entire S city, and even in the entire China, everyone will know——
Especially Shangguan Rui...
Sikong Lingge was so angry that she wanted to kill Fang Yiren on the spot.
But...no.
At least not now.
No matter how angry she is, she must endure it.
Li Ye promised that at the latest, he would get the news about the antidote and Fang's family from Fang Yiren before the wedding started.
She can't mess up.
Otherwise, it will cause serious problems.
Take a deep breath to calm down your emotions.
Feng Liye sat in a wheelchair, waiting quietly while looking at Sikong Lingge, constantly comforting her with his eyes, asking her to calm down.
Under his steady gaze, Sikong Lingge slowly calmed down and forced himself to turn his attention to Feng Liye.
Feng Liye is outstanding, and Sikong Lingge knows it better than anyone else.
However, today, his appearance once again refreshed Sikong Lingge's impression.
The black hair was all combed back, revealing the perfect facial features——
Chisel-like contours, straight nose bridge, deep eyelids, cool thin lips... full of nobility.
Feng Liye's own temperament gives people a sense of distance that can only be viewed from a distance but cannot be played with.
The stylist obviously knew Feng Liye very well. He designed a non-standard white suit for him. It had an unconventional design and when worn on his body, it instantly dissipated Feng Liye's sense of distance.
"Master, it's ready." The stylist finally adjusted the veil, made sure everything was perfect, and respectfully reported to Feng Liye.
Feng Liye nodded, and the servant pushed the wheelchair to Sikong Lingge.
"It's almost time, let's go." Feng Liye stretched out his hand gracefully.
Sikong Lingge hesitated for a few seconds and handed over his hand.
Originally, the wedding process should have been for the man to wait at the scene and the woman to be led out by her father.
No one related to Sikong Lingge was notified of this wedding in the Feng family, so it was changed to the bride and groom attending together.
The two of them moved slowly towards the door.
While walking, Sikong Lingge suddenly began to feel uneasy, wondering if this wedding was a conspiracy——
You can't blame Sikong Lingge for thinking this way.
Li Ye promised her that before the wedding, she would definitely ask for detailed information about the antidote and Fang's family.
But now, he was about to go to the wedding venue, but he still didn't see any movement from Feng Liye.