Song Lan came to her senses in a daze, quickly put on a standard business smile, took the wedding dress in an orderly manner, and walked into the dressing room.
"Thank you, I'll change it right away."
Walking into the dressing room, she took off her clothes and looked at the gorgeous wedding dress in front of her, but she had no idea of changing into it.
A tear suddenly appeared in his eyes. Song Lan wiped it away hastily and murmured self-deprecatingly: "He Chaozhi, do you believe what you said on the day you proposed? There is no other woman except me..."
"You are a liar."
She grabbed the wedding dress, threw it to the ground, hugged her shoulders, and sat down.
After trying on the wedding dress, He Chaozhi arrived.
Wearing a crisp smoky gray suit, he held Song Lan's hand with a smile: "Have you tried on the wedding dress?"
Song Lan avoided his hand without any trace, her face remained as usual, and her eyebrows were as cold as frost.
She had just touched up her makeup, and there was no trace of crying in the corners of her eyes. She just looked colder than many brides, as if the person about to get married was not her but someone else.
"It's tried."
Sensing that her reaction suddenly became cold, He Chaozhi caught up with her: "What's wrong with you? Is it because I didn't accompany you to try on wedding dresses today, so -"
"No, I know you are busy."
Song Lan raised a thin smile, his eyes unreadable: "I'm just a little tired and want to go back to rest. He Chaozhi, please take me home."
She passed by He Chaozhi, got into his car, and looked out the window without saying anything.
He Chaozhi was silent for a while, then turned around and got in the car.
The two of them were silent all the way.
…
On the wedding day, many people came.
Except for the biography of congratulations.
Everyone knew that He Chaozhi, the eldest son of Ye City, was getting married. Although his daughter-in-law was not favored by the father-in-law He Mingchuan, it was a certainty and they all came to give He Chaozhi a face.
Although He Mingchuan didn't come, Jiang Yurong did.
She was wearing a lotus-colored cheongsam, pearl earrings, and jade bracelets. Her whole person was gentle and peaceful, plain but without losing her identity.
In the dressing room, Song Lan was dressed up and absentmindedly waiting for the makeup artist to put her hair up.
Jiang Yurong walked in and smiled softly at Song Lan: "Let me comb your hair."
It is said that when a bride gets married, she should comb her hair by a blessed old man.
Song Lan didn't know whether Jiang Yurong was lucky or not. She was silent for a moment and nodded to the makeup artist: "You can go out first."
The makeup artist closed the door and left. Jiang Yurong stepped forward, grabbed a comb and gently combed Song Lan's long hair from beginning to end. She looked at the beautiful woman in the mirror, as if looking through Song Lan, and missed her
What are you wearing?
"Although Chaozhi has a surly and unpredictable temperament, he is very good to his own people. If you follow him, you will not suffer. He dares to disobey his father because of you. You can't go wrong by marrying him."
Song Lan was silent.
Jiang Yurong sighed softly and said in a daze: "It would be great if you were my daughter. You are so smart and beautiful. It would be great if I could help her comb her hair and get her married."
Song Lan's thin shoulders trembled slightly.
She raised her beautiful eyes and looked at the charming woman who was combing her hair, with a cruel and ironic smile on her lips.
"If I were your daughter, Aunt Rong, how could I endure so much hardship and be looked down upon by so many people? The daughter of the He family should have been praised as the apple of her eye, right?"
Jiang Yurong was stunned, realizing that she had lost her composure, and hurriedly covered it up with a smile.
"When you marry into the He family, you will be considered half of my daughter from now on. Chaozhi and I will treat you well."
The wedding started soon. Song Lan's father could not attend. She walked in from the church door alone. Her pure white wedding dress meandered along the long red carpet with petals. Her figure was like a blooming lily, slender and beautiful.
Under the white veil, the woman's beautiful face was faintly visible, like a holy fairy. With her arrival, all the guests silently fell silent, their eyes fixed on the beautiful bride, and they even forgot to breathe.
Jiang Yurong sat in the front row, covering her wet eyes with a handkerchief.
He Chaozhi turned around, handsome and decent in his white suit, with a smile on his lips and stretched out his hand towards Song Lan.
Song Lan put his hand on his palm and smiled at him.
The wedding was proceeding in an orderly manner. The priest read out a long paragraph of vows and looked at the newlyweds kindly.
"Mr. He Chaozhi, are you willing to marry Miss Song Lan and spend a lifetime with her hand in hand?"
"Miss Song Lan, would you like to marry Mr. He Chaozhi and stay with him forever?"
Melodious piano music sounded behind them, and all the guests, including Jiang Yurong, held their breath, looking forward to the moment when they took the oath.
Song Lan raised her head with a smile. She looked at the tall and handsome man beside her quietly through the veil, word by word.
"I do not want to."
He Chaozhi smiled almost cruelly and spoke in unison with her.
Song Lan was stunned for a moment, a sneer flashed across her eyes, and she shook off He Chaozhi's hand.
She lifted off her veil and threw it to the ground. She broke the fresh lily in her hand and threw it on He Chaozhi.
"He Chaozhi, I don't love you at all, and I don't want to marry you. Let's end it here. I don't want to accompany you to continue this farce."
Jiang Yurong looked at this scene with a pale expression, she didn't understand what happened.
The other guests felt the same way as she did.
The crowd was in an uproar.
Only He Chaozhi stood indifferently, and the corners of his raised lips were extremely cold: "Song Lan, is it worth sacrificing yourself in order to take revenge on me?"
Song Lan was startled, and a bad premonition passed through her heart.
She thought that He Chaozhi didn't want to marry her and just wanted to have fun with her. But looking at the current situation... why did it seem that there was something more terrifying waiting for her?
He Chaozhi ignored everyone's surprise and raised his hand.
Zhou Qu suddenly appeared behind the priest and inserted the USB flash drive into the computer. After a few seconds, all of Song Lan's information appeared on the big screen.
Includes photos of Song's father.
Song Lan clutched her wedding dress tightly, took a step back, and raised her head in a desperate posture, like a dying swan.
She never expected that He Chaozhi would actually send someone to investigate her life experience.
"Song Lan."
He Chaozhi came to her side with a leisurely pace, like a leisurely stroll, and leaned over with a chuckle.
"This is your purpose for approaching me, right? To avenge your incompetent father, to resent my He family for taking away your mother and making you an orphan. It's really interesting. It's a pity that I still discovered it."
Song Lan turned his head, stared at He Chaozhi's handsome but hateful face, and sneered.
"Since you know, why do you still have to act with me until now? He Chaozhi, it's really hard on you to act with me for so long."
He Chaozhi smiled with a gloomy expression: "If I don't accompany you to perform, how can I let you know that you are just a joke from beginning to end?"
