In the crowd, Song Qingyou was talking to an elder when she looked up and saw Lin Niaoniao.

At this time, she should be getting ready, waiting for the wedding ceremony to begin.

But she arrived wearing a dress, her enthusiasm making it seem as if they were long-lost friends. "Miss Song, it really is you! What brings you here? I thought you resented me and wouldn't come."

When exes and current partners appear in the same space, something usually goes wrong.

Although many people around did not come over, they all pricked up their ears to gossip.

Compared to Lin Niaoniao's excessive enthusiasm, Song Qingyou remained calm and composed, speaking slowly and deliberately, just enough for those around her to hear.

“Miss Lin is joking. You went out of your way to send me an invitation, which shows that you really want me to attend your wedding with President Fu. If I don’t come, people will probably say that I’m petty and always picking on my ex-husband’s current wife.”

Her words were clearly loaded with meaning, and everyone couldn't help but look at Lin Niaoniao.

Good heavens, she's shameless for taking over as the mistress and even comes to provoke us, thinking we wouldn't dare to come.

Judging from this situation, Song Qingyou seemed to have already come to terms with it. It was this newlywed Mrs. Fu who was relentlessly pursuing her husband's ex-girlfriend, engaging in all sorts of competitive behavior for a man.

Lin Niaoniao's eyelids twitched, suppressing her anger, she stared intently at Song Qingyou, and smiled through gritted teeth: "Miss Song, what are you saying? I sincerely hoped you would come. If you hadn't voluntarily withdrawn, Ting Shen and I wouldn't have been able to reconcile. So, to thank Miss Song for your generosity, I've specially prepared a big gift for you later."

Song Qingyou's eyebrows were delicate, and a gentle smile played on her lips. "I also have a gift for you."

Lin Niaoniao said, "It's enough that you can come; you don't need to bring a gift."

"Yes, I will." Song Qingyou coughed lightly twice, covering her lips. "After all, today is your big day."

The two exchanged a glance. Lin Niaoniao wanted to say something, but was called away.

They said the auspicious time had arrived and told her to go back and change her clothes.

Lin Niaoniao brushed a stray hair behind her ear and said softly with a smile, "I'll be going now, Miss Song, please don't be in such a hurry to leave."

Song Qingyou: "Don't worry, I'm grateful for all the care you've given me in the past, and I'll stay with you until the very end today."

Lin Niaoniao chuckled softly, "That would be perfect."

She turned around with a smile, but the smile vanished as soon as she reached a secluded spot.

He turned back and gave Song Qingyou a vicious look before leaving.

"Qingyou, I think Lin Niaoniao has ill intentions. You should be careful of her."

An elder who had a good impression of Song Qingyou whispered to her, saying that Lin Niaoniao was obviously not a kind person, and Song Qingyou had such a gentle and soft personality. After all, this was Fu family territory, and it was hard to say whether she would be bullied.

Song Qingyou smiled sincerely at the other person: "It's okay, Auntie."

Seeing that she didn't take it seriously, the other party stopped trying to persuade her.

Song Qingyou didn't like staying in crowded places for long, especially since most of the people present today were friends with the Fu family. As Fu Tingshen's ex-wife, flaunting herself at her ex-husband's wedding to his current partner would inevitably attract attention and controversy.

So she found a corner to sit down and was happy to have some peace and quiet.

As soon as I sat down, a commotion arose at the entrance.

Song Qingyou was chatting with Yan Miao on her phone. She had just mentioned that she had been invited to her ex-husband's wedding when she heard a noise and subconsciously looked up...

He immediately stopped eating.

Fu Wenzhou was dressed in a haute couture suit, and his hair was also carefully styled, making him look more serious than usual.

He stood right under the brightest beam of light, and the moment he appeared, everyone around him seemed to lose all color.

She became the most eye-catching focus in the crowd.

Even from several meters away and among the crowd, the moment Song Qingyou looked over, he seemed to sense something and looked back as well.

Their eyes met in mid-air, and the man, who had been expressionless, smiled at her from afar.

The smile was faint, just a slight upturn of the lips, and a glint of light in his dark eyes. Yet, at that moment, Song Qingyou felt as if she had been struck by something unseen, and something in her heart exploded.

In that instant, a phrase suddenly popped into her mind: "a fine tree of noble character".

Fu Wenzhou, after being meticulously groomed, absolutely deserves these four words.

Upon seeing her, Fu Wenzhou abandoned everyone else and walked towards her as if no one else was there.

Song Qingyou felt a chill run down her spine and instinctively wanted to avoid him.

Just then, the stage lights suddenly changed, and the emcee walked onto the stage, immediately drawing everyone's attention with his voice.

Song Qingyou took the opportunity to change locations.

Unexpectedly, just as he sat down, the headlights went out, and then Fu Wenzhou appeared beside him.

He seemed somewhat aggrieved: "Why are you hiding from me?"

Song Qingyou: "...There are too many people, don't do anything reckless."

She was really afraid that Fu Wenzhou would go crazy here.

Fu Wenzhou chuckled, plopped down next to her, and draped his arm over the back of her chair, making it appear as if he were holding her in his arms.

"I promise I won't do anything reckless."

Hearing him say that, Song Qingyou gave him a strange look.

I suspect the sun rose in the west today.

Why has this person suddenly become so obedient?

Before she could finish her thought, Fu Wenzhou leaned close and whispered in her ear, almost touching her earlobe, "You look beautiful today."

His voice was tinged with a smile, slightly hoarse and indescribable. His warm breath brushed against her sensitive earlobe, sending a jolt through Song Qingyou's entire body.

Her fingers felt slightly numb, and she instinctively curled them up.

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