Fang Nan was stung by the rebuke. He snorted coldly and ignored him. When he saw Yang Qingheng come out after finishing her makeup, he rushed over, pushed past Song Hengjue, and followed her toward the venue: "How about I take you through the first section later? We've known each other for so many years, it shouldn't be too much of a burden for you to call me your godbrother, right?" he said jokingly.
Yang Qingheng's father passed away, and her younger brother is a good-for-nothing. She thought she would let Sun Rong accompany her for a while, after all, Sun Rong has been with her for so many years and can be considered her half-sister.
I didn't expect to find out when I got there that Yang Qingheng hadn't asked anyone to accompany her; she planned to leave by herself.
Feeling all alone, Fang Nan felt terrible.
Yang Qingheng shook her head, somewhat amused: "No need. If we're missing one groomsman, the number of groomsmen and bridesmaids will be different later."
"Tsk, you even got criticized." Fang Nan joked.
He didn't insist, as he had to help entertain guests and had many other things to do, so he quickly said a few words and left.
Song Hengjue, however, was somewhat worried because of Fang Nan's words: "Are you sure you don't need to? Let Mom come with you, okay?"
Yao Ying was even closer to her future daughter-in-law than to her own son, and she couldn't wait to experience being a mother to her. However, Yang Qingheng had never mentioned it. Recently, Gao Xiao'e had just been imprisoned, and she didn't dare to offend her future daughter-in-law, for fear of upsetting her.
Yang Qingheng knew he was worried about her being gossiped about by the nosy guests, but she really didn't take it to heart.
She stumbled and struggled through the first half of her life, but she kept her head down and charged forward. She never felt lonely or sad, and it's even less likely that she would suddenly experience emotions that don't belong to her now.
Moreover, she disliked this kind of arrangement, handing over the power of whether she could be happy for the rest of her life from one man to another. It was a ridiculous implication. If she was unhappy, she should just cut her losses. The decision about the rest of her life was too long and heavy, and no one could bear it, not even Song Hengjue.
No one can make choices for her; she has the right to be responsible for any decisions she makes.
Song Hengjue stared blankly into Yang Qingheng's calm eyes, his heart trembling violently, and he subconsciously pressed his hand to his heart.
He never told her that when he first met her in the capital, the marks of time on her were particularly deep, and the surrounding power and money were like the first golden ray of dawn, dazzlingly bright.
He had to admit that when he saw the menacing gazes around her, panic and longing took root in his heart, almost tearing away the composure he was trying so hard to maintain.
She can only love him. She clearly said she would love him, so how could she give what belongs to him to someone else?
"Shall I hold your hand?" Song Hengjue eagerly stretched out a large hand with distinct knuckles.
However, the reality was the opposite of what Fang Nan had imagined. When Yang Qingheng walked onto the red carpet, the scene was silent for a moment, followed by an excited scream.
He turned around in surprise and met the gaze of the secretary-general next to Yang Qingheng. The woman coughed and realized that something was wrong, so she silently shut her mouth. However, the hand she was holding to her chest still betrayed her excitement. Her eyes were even brighter than the sunlight in the room when she looked at Yang Qingheng.
The secretaries next to them were doing the same thing, excitedly covering their mouths and whispering to each other.
"My boss, Ms. Yang, really left by herself! She really did!"
Yang Qingheng was their boss, and the first boss who wholeheartedly guided them when they entered the workplace. She was both a mentor and a friend; otherwise, they wouldn't have been qualified to attend the wedding today.
They were genuinely happy for her when they saw her marry the person she loved.
Fang Nan was speechless when he saw the adoring looks on Yang Qingheng's face, as if they were worshipping her. He was at a loss for words, unsure whether to praise Yang Qingheng for her good taste in choosing a secretary or for her great charm.
Anyway, Song Hengjue doesn't have either of those two things. Don't think he doesn't know that all the secretaries in Song Hengjue's office, whether male or female, are looking down on him behind his back.
They say his temper is like dog shit, smelly and stubborn.
Tsk tsk, I wonder if Yang Qingheng could bewitch that group into such a dazed state if she stayed at Boxiang for a while longer.
Of course, there were dissenting voices, since the guests at the event were not only friends and relatives, but also business partners and company shareholders.
"Tsk, I've never seen anyone walk the red carpet like this. So what if she's rich? She still doesn't have a family to rely on. She's just marrying into the family like this. If she gets bullied in the future, she won't have anyone to support her."
"That's right. I heard that he just sent his own brother and mother to prison not long ago. Such a cold-hearted person deserves to have no one to back him up."
A couple nearby laughed.
Tang Bainian frowned as he listened, his hands gripping the chair, veins bulging. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and was about to retort with a cold face when Bai Wei spoke up even faster: "You two bark at your master every day, don't you? I think you're really shameless. Don't think I don't know that with your status, you don't even have the right to come in. You must have begged and pleaded with some powerful family to get the invitation."
The two men were stiff and embarrassed, wishing they could bury their heads under the table. More than anything, they were terrified and prayed that their words would not reach Yang Qingheng's ears.
The woman was right. They really did get an invitation to the event today. Yang Qingheng had previously rejected their cooperation, and they thought that if Yang Qingheng was happy about her wedding, she might consider them, so they came.
Bai Wei scoffed, "Oh, and another thing, with Yang Qingheng standing there, who would dare bully her? Only people like you who are incompetent and rely on others every day would think of relying on this piece of trash. Sir, you got this cooperation by flattering and relying on others at the dinner table, didn't you? If you ask me, don't think that Yang Qingheng would be blind enough to give you a cooperation. After all, with her, you can't just sell a smile and a smile to get a cooperation."
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