Rubbing her dry lips, Han Zhan told her: "Go home and drink more water and have a good sleep. I still have to go to the company and will be back early to accompany you in the evening."
Song Ci nodded obediently and watched Han Zhan get into his Volvo and leave, then she asked Asong to drive her home.
As soon as they left, Butler Liang walked up to Shen Yubei, bent down and said to him: “Song girl is gone, Han Zhan came to pick her up personally.”
Shen Yubei had been secretly observing Song Ci's life and knew that the man she married was called Han Zhan. Han Zhan's appearance flashed through Shen Yubei's mind and he felt a little familiar.
He suddenly said, "Give me my phone."
Butler Liang found Shen Yubei's phone and handed it to him. Shen Yubei found the number of singer Di Rongrong in the contact list and dialed it.
Di Rongrong answered the phone and asked curiously, "Why did Mr. Shen bear to contact me today?" Shen Yubei was a person who didn't like to make phone calls.
"Ms. Di." Shen Yubei asked bluntly, "You have a godson named Han Zhan, right?"
The other end was silent for a moment before asking, "Why are you asking this?"
"It seems to be true." Three years ago, Shen Yubei was invited to perform at Di Rongrong's concert and had met Han Zhan once. So when Butler Liang mentioned Han Zhan just now, Shen Yubei felt that he was somewhat familiar.
Shen Yubei said: "My only disciple is getting married, and the groom's name is Han Zhan. I remember that Ms. Di's godson seemed to be named this, so I asked."
Upon hearing this, Di Rongrong asked, "Is Song Ci your disciple?"
Shen Yubei: "Well, she is the disciple who has called me teacher for 18 years...my only disciple." Song Ci became Shen Yubei's disciple when she was four years old. Shen Yubei treated Song Ci as half a daughter.
"Oh, it turns out that my daughter-in-law is also a talented woman!" After knowing the relationship between Song Ci and Shen Yubei, Di Rongrong liked Song Ci even more.
Shen Yubei's disciple must be a genius, right?
Shen Yubei could naturally hear Di Rongrong's happiness and satisfaction. He was proud and couldn't help but show off, "My disciple is a musical genius, beautiful, and sensible. Your godson is lucky to marry her."
Di Rongrong didn't like hearing this. In her eyes, her godson Han Zhan was perfect in every way. Being able to marry the one you love is a happy thing, but if someone said that being able to marry Song Ci was Han Zhan's good fortune, Di Rongrong would be unhappy.
Song Ci is very outstanding, but how is her godson bad?
Di Rongrong was not willing to be outdone and decided to get back at Han Zhan, so she said, "My godson used to be an ace soldier!" Her tone was full of pride.
Shen Yubei: "You also said that, that was once..."
Di Rongrong was like a pufferfish with its belly punctured, furious. But she quickly cheered up and said, "My godson is 1.89 meters tall, handsome, and a very talented person."
Shen Yubei added mildly: "It's a pity that he is disabled."
Di Rongrong was even more furious! Her face completely darkened, and she angrily cursed, "Mr. Chen, you can't hold a grudge against me just because I rejected your confession and chose Huo Jingan."
"My eyesight was not good back then. I mistook a fish eye for a pearl. Hang up!" As if he was tired of talking to her any more, Shen Yubei hung up the phone directly.
Di Rongrong was so angry that she stamped her feet on the other end of the phone, "This Chen Yubei is so petty!" She took the wedding invitation from the table, tapped it with her fingers, and said, "Look, I won't dress up beautifully that day, I'll seduce you to death!"
Di Rongrong slammed the invitation card onto the table with a proud look on her face, and had a sinister idea in mind.
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That afternoon, the wedding shop sent someone to deliver the bridesmaid dress to Mu Qiu's home. When the delivery arrived, Mu Qiu was taking a lunch break, and it was Du Tingting who helped sign for the dress.
When Mu Qiu woke up, Du Tingting brought the clothes to Mu Qiu's room and said to her, "Your sister asked someone to send the bridesmaid dress over. Try it on."
Mu Qiu said listlessly: "I tried it before, it's suitable."
"I want to see it."
Mu Qiu had no choice but to take off her pajamas and put on her bridesmaid dress.
It was an ice-blue, strapless, off-the-shoulder dress that hit just below her calf for ease of movement. Song Ci also gave her a pair of pure white high heels, adorned with a circle of pure white pearls at the ankle. These shoes were a brand name, officially priced at over seven thousand.
Mu Qiu changed her shoes and skirt, and stood in front of Du Tingting with her long hair draped over her shoulders. The girl was tall and graceful, with an elegant posture. Her delicate face, which was the size of a palm, was made even more delicate and elegant by the gorgeous clothes.
Du Tingting stared at Mu Qiu in a daze, and suddenly said, "You will look more beautiful in a wedding dress." After saying that, Du Tingting saw Mu Qiu's smile fade, and then she realized how cruel what she had just said was.
Du Tingting bit her lower lip, feeling a little annoyed.
Mu Qiu looked at the dressing mirror. She stared at the slender and elegant woman in the mirror, her expression unable to hide her loneliness. Mu Qiu suddenly smiled and said to Du Tingting, "Mom, will you accompany me to take wedding photos?"
Du Tingting was stunned. "Wedding photos?"
"Yeah." Mu Qiu turned around, a look of longing on her cheeks. She said, "I want to take a picture of myself in a wedding dress so that Mom can see it whenever she wants."
Du Tingting nodded with red eyes.
That evening, Du Tingting asked her friends in the WeChat group which bridal studio took the best wedding photos. Everyone thought she was looking for a wedding studio for her adopted daughter, Song Ci, and recommended several.
The next morning, Du Tingting selected several bridal shops with good reputations and visited them in person. She finally decided on a bridal photography studio called 'one-life, one-ove'.
Du Tingting explained the reason to her boss, who expressed his willingness to give Mu Qiuxing some convenience and let her jump the queue and take the photos first.
Mu Qiu did not have the good figure of Song Ci with proud breasts, perky buttocks and round and smooth body. The two wedding dresses she chose were both princess-style and floor-length wedding dresses.
After putting on her wedding dress, Mu Qiu asked Du Tingting to help take two photos. She edited the photos casually and posted them on her Moments.
That day, Song Ci was picking roses at the flower market. After she selected the rose varieties and communicated with the designer of the wedding venue, she took a bus home.
In the car, she opened her Moments and saw a post by Mu Qiu an hour ago.
Mu Qiu wrote: [I put on a wedding dress for myself. Mu Qiu, you are truly beautiful.] Below the text were three wedding photos taken on the spot.
Mu Qiu's long hair was curled and draped lazily over her shoulders. She wore a long lace veil and a shoulder-length wedding dress. Behind her was a long row of wooden fences covered with roses and blooming.
Standing among the flowers, Mu Qiu is more beautiful than the flowers.
Song Ci liked the post and left a comment.
Meanwhile, in the general manager's office at the Chuandong Group headquarters, Cheng Yanmo paused all work. He stood by the window, looking down at the girl in white gauze on his phone, his eyes dark.
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