He Xiaoya's face turned pale, and she didn't understand why Fang Xueqi was so angry at their wedding: "Fang Xueqi, I am your future cousin-in-law, how could you do this to me and ruin my wedding? What good will it do to you?
"
"Bah!" Fang Xueqi glared at He Xiaoya in disgust.
The contemptuous look is like looking at worthless garbage.
"What kind of cousin do you think I am? You don't think that if my cousin sleeps with you, you will really become a phoenix after a sparrow flies on a branch, right?"
Fang Xueqi chuckled. Under the surprised and puzzled eyes of the guests, she raised the corners of her mouth and turned on the recording on her phone.
"Listen for yourselves, the truth is in this recording!"
Han Zicheng was surprised when he heard his own voice in the recording.
He rushed up to snatch Fang Xueqi's cell phone and turned it off in a hurry, but it was still a step too late.
His request for Song Lan to elope has already been broadcast...
The entire church fell into dead silence. Even the kind and kind priest stared blankly, unable to explain the situation in front of him.
The bouquet in He Xiaoya's hand fell to her feet: "Han Zicheng, it turns out that's what you thought... Did you never plan to marry me all this time?"
"No, Xiaoya, Xiaoya, please listen to my explanation..."
"Stop talking, I won't listen. I did something wrong. Why did God punish me like this? Han Zicheng, I don't owe you anything, and I don't have to marry you. If you don't want to marry me, you should have said it earlier.
Instead of making me a laughing stock!”
He Xiaoya covered her face, turned around and ran out.
The bride's veil swayed and fell to the ground, leaving gray and black footprints on it.
Song Lan didn't expect this situation to turn into such a situation. She didn't have time to condemn Han Zicheng and Fang Xueqi, picked up her bag and chased them out.
"Xiaoya, wait for me, things are not what you think!"
Han Zicheng also realized that things were getting serious and ran out.
Most of the people in the church chased him out in an instant.
He Xiaoya ran so fast that he didn't see a truck speeding towards the roadside.
Bang!
He Xiaoya's thin body was hit by the truck and flew out. She rolled a few times and fell to the ground motionless.
Scarlet blood bloomed underneath her body, dyeing the pure white wedding dress red...
When Song Lan saw this scene after chasing him out, his pupils tightened and he rushed forward in pain.
"Xiaoya, Xiaoya, wake up and call an ambulance. Call an ambulance quickly!!"
…
He Xiaoya's surgery lasted a whole day and night.
When he came out, the doctor was exhausted, and Song Lan rushed over: "Doctor, Xiaoya, how is she?"
The doctor was silent for a moment and looked around at everyone: "Which one of you is He Xiaoya's family member?"
A haggard-looking Han Zicheng came over, still wearing the blood-stained dress from yesterday.
"It's me, I'm He Xiaoya's husband."
The doctor nodded and said to him seriously: "We have tried our best, but the patient's brain center has been seriously damaged and his prefrontal cortex has been damaged. He may not be able to wake up. Your family members must be prepared for the worst."
Song Lan's body was shaky, and her eyelashes were wet with tears.
"Doctor, are you saying that Xiaoya will die?"
"That's not true," the doctor said, "but she is very likely to become a vegetative state, and it will be difficult for her to wake up again throughout her life."
The doctor said, stepped forward and patted the frustrated Han Zicheng on the shoulder.
He didn't know about the bloody incident that happened at the wedding. He just thought it was an accident on the part of the young couple at the wedding. He advised with sincerity: "There is no chance of waking up from a vegetative state. What happens next depends on your family."
He Xiaoya was pushed out by the nurse.
Her pale little face would never cry or smile again. She was supposed to become a bride today, but she was lying here quietly, losing the chance to open her eyes.
Fang Xueqi walked over with one step at a time.
After being so angry at He Xiaoya at the wedding yesterday, she took advantage of the chaos and ran home, took a shower, ate and drank, and slept. After hearing that He Xiaoya had undergone surgery, she came to the hospital to check on her condition.
"Cousin, how is He Xiaoya? Is he dead? After such a long operation, he must not be able to be rescued and there is no way to save him, right?" Fang Xueqi speculated maliciously.
She didn't want He Xiaoya to be alive. If she really expected such a woman with no family background, no appearance and no abilities to enter the Han family and become her cousin-in-law - where would she put her face, Fang Xueqi!?
Song Lan turned his head, the anger in his eyes was like flames floating on ice, burning to the bone.
"Fang Xueqi, are you still a human being? Why did He Xiaoya offend you? Do you want to curse her like this?"
Fang Xueqi said disapprovingly: "Am I wrong? Her physique is so poor. She looks so delicate and weak. She will definitely not survive. She will seek death on the day of her wedding. How unlucky!"
Before Fang Xueqi finished speaking, she saw Han Zicheng, who had lowered his head and said nothing, suddenly raised his head and stared at her with scorching eyes.
Fang Xueqi felt a little guilty and took two steps back: "Cousin, why are you looking at me like this?"
Han Zicheng didn't say anything. His face was tense, he raised his hand and slapped Fang Xueqi hard.
The voice was cold: "Fang Xueqi, are you awake?"
This slap used 100% of the force, causing Fang Xueqi to turn her head away.
She looked at Han Zicheng aggrievedly, and her cries and roars exploded: "Han Zicheng, why do you hit me? Even if you are my cousin, you can't do this to me! Can't you see that I am helping you? You
Since you don’t want to be with He Xiaoya, I will help you break off the engagement with her, what did I do wrong!"
"He Xiaoya has no enmity with you, and Han Zicheng has given up his heart and agreed to get married. It's all because of you, Fang Xueqi, all because of you!"
Song Lan clenched her palms tightly, not even noticing that her nails were digging into her palms.
The bright red blood snaked down the lines and dripped at her feet, splattering blood splashes one after another on the porcelain white floor tiles.
"Why on earth are you doing this!"
Fang Xueqi's red eyes stared fiercely at Song Lan, breaking the jar.
"Okay, you want to know why, right? Then I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything!"
"Because I hate you, because you robbed He Chaozhi, and because you rejected my cousin and forced my cousin to marry this unworthy woman, so I, Fang Xueqi, want to take revenge on you, and I am right!"
Fang Xueqi roared like a madman.
Song Lan desperately covered He Xiaoya's ears.
Even though she knew she couldn't hear, she did it.
Fang Xueqi - simply not a human being.
"That's enough, Fang Xueqi, stop messing around."
Han Zicheng pulled the two women away with a gloomy look.
He said exhaustedly: "Go home and pack your luggage. I'll have someone buy you a ticket for tomorrow. Just get out of the country and calm down. Without my permission, if you dare to come back without permission -"
