When Jiang Man appeared in the main hall hand in hand with Song Xingyao, everyone's attention was drawn to them. If those present didn't know that the Fu family had no daughters, it wouldn't be surprising if some people recognized them as mother and daughter, given their appearance today.
Both women wore custom-made, hand-sewn cheongsams; one was dignified and elegant, the other gentle and pretty, truly captivating.
Bai Xiujin stood with his mother and immediately spotted Song Xingyao, who had just appeared. Her beautiful face and graceful figure had been perfectly showcased by the person who had dressed her up.
He followed Jiang Man to meet the guests, his face radiating a gentle and beautiful smile that captivated everyone's attention. It wasn't until his mother gently nudged him that he snapped out of his daze.
Bai's mother knew what he was thinking and knew that her son was a sensible person, so she pulled him closer to greet him.
The two looked at each other, and even in her smiles, Bai Xiujin could clearly see the weariness in her eyes. They clinked glasses, and then waited for other guests to come up, so they didn't even have a chance to exchange a single word.
Everyone present was shrewd and knew that Jiang Man must be the daughter-in-law of the Fu family, but her clothes didn't quite match the occasion of the wedding banquet. However, no one would say anything at this moment that might offend the Fu family.
In a corner, Fu Bowen was mingling with several wealthy young men. One of them asked, "Your Fu family is quite innovative, isn't it? Even your wedding banquet is different from others. The groom doesn't even have to make an appearance?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Bowen remained seated, observing Song Xingyao in the crowd.
He was surprised that she had known about Fu Siming's whereabouts beforehand, yet she still came. He became interested. He got up from his chair, picked up his wine glass, and walked over.
"Sister-in-law, happy wedding!" Only Song Xingyao knew there was a hidden meaning in his words, but she still raised her glass and clinked it against his in the air.
Jiang Man didn't notice any other exchange in their eyes when her phone rang; it was Pei Jing.
She patted Song Xingyao on the shoulder and then instructed Fu Bowen in front of her, "You take care of her, I'm going to take this call."
"Sister-in-law, you have such a big heart. You knew Ah Ming wouldn't come, but you still came."
His words were full of schadenfreude. Even though Song Xingyao was in a bad situation, she didn't want to get involved with such a mysterious person.
She placed the wine glass on a passing waiter's tray, gave a slight bow, and said, "I'll tell Mom I'm going out for some fresh air."
He turned and left. Seeing her resolute back, Fu Bowen's eyes held an even deeper amusement.
He kept staring at her back as she left the hall. The young master of the Bai family, who followed her out, blinked a few times. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze gleaming with calculation, and made a phone call.
It was just as night was falling, and the soft yellow light in the garden attracted tiny black dots that flew toward it.
Song Xingyao stood in front of the fountain, the light water droplets hitting her face and body with the wind. It was still a bit chilly at night, and she had drunk quite a bit of alcohol. The temperature difference caused her to shiver when the wind blew.
A warm coat fell onto her shoulders, and she turned around happily. She saw Bai Xiujin standing behind her, who had followed her out. She quickly realized what was happening and, while speaking, took off the coat.
"Xiaobai, why did you come out? I'm not cold, I just came out to sober up. There are a lot of people here, and if someone sees us, it will be hard to explain."
He politely handed the suit back with both hands.
Bai Xiujin didn't insist, acknowledging that doing this in this setting was indeed somewhat inappropriate.
"How are you?"
"I'm fine. I'm okay." She said it twice before Bai Xiujin noticed the disappointment hidden in her eyes.
Where is Fu Siming?
“…”, she shook her head, “I don’t know either…”
As the two were talking, both of their phones received a notification sound.
The two turned on their screens in unison, and Song Xingyao gave a mocking smile, gently shaking her phone: "See, now you know."
Her lighthearted tone seemed to indicate that she had detached herself from the center of the incident, which made Bai Xiujin feel even more heartbroken.
He saw the paleness under her face and the redness in the corners of her eyes, but she still forced a smile and prepared to go back.
Bai Xiujin couldn't stand her like this, so he grabbed her hand and said sharply, "You clearly saw it yourself, he's abroad with another woman. Why are you still pretending to be so obedient and sensible!"
The latter simply looked up at her, his eyes a mixture of determination and despair. His voice was light and airy, but the words he uttered dissipated with the night, "Then what should I do? Should I cry and scream? Should I break down? If I do this, will he appear before me? Xiaobai, if someone else takes a picture of this, it won't be good for you, for me, for the Fu family, or for the Bai family. Thank you, Xiaobai."
Her delicate, boneless fingers easily broke free of his restraints, leaving Bai Xiujin alone in place.
Unbeknownst to them, their every move was being recorded through the glass windows upstairs.
In the banquet hall, everyone took out their phones to watch the farce unfolding on TV, and people were whispering among themselves. Jiang Man, who had just hung up on Pei Jing, also learned the news.
Pei Jing was the first to know the news. After informing Jiang Man, who was at the scene, he asked the person who went to investigate to reply, "The article was written by a small workshop. We have brought the person there."
Fu Siming, who was in a foreign country, was still waiting outside the emergency room. When he finally had a chance to sit down, he realized that his phone was out of battery. He looked up at his wrist and saw that the time displayed in China was nine o'clock.
He knew he had completely missed the main banquet, and the surgery time was still undetermined, so he went to the nurses' station to recharge his phone.
The headline that pops up when you turn on your phone:
[#Fu'sWeddingoftheCentury: Groom Absent]
[#Fu Siming rekindles his romance with his first love abroad]
[#Song Xingyao]
[#FuSiMingandFuYao]
Countless missed calls and unread messages appeared on the phone, with Song Xingyao's missed calls before the wedding appearing below Pei Jing's dozens of missed calls.
He quickly browsed the content on Toutiao, where people wrote their stories in a very convincing way.
I saw someone say: "With Song Xingyao's background, she still wants to marry into a wealthy family and become the young mistress of the Fu family. It's just wishful thinking. I think she's more likely to become a laughing stock in Jiangcheng."
The rest of the remarks were all predictable, following the same pattern: saying that Song Xingyao was delusional, cursing the Fu family for being materialistic, praising him and Fu Yao as a perfect match, and occasionally interspersing some comments cursing Fu Siming as a scumbag.
He was stung by those words, and his finger hovered over Song Xingyao's name but dared not press it.
He was suddenly filled with fear, unsure how to face him, and regretted not having arranged for someone to come and watch over him earlier so he could have rushed back himself.
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