Many media outlets held up microphones and thrust them in front of the two men.
A reporter from an entertainment video asked, "Are you two really going to get engaged this month? Which guests will you be inviting? Would you mind giving us a hint?"
Feng Xixi didn't know how to answer, so she looked at Song Yansheng beside her.
Song Yansheng remained calm and composed, her tone cool and indifferent: "Yes, it's at the end of this month. As for the guests, we'll let everyone know then."
Upon hearing Song Yansheng's reply, Su Xiaoling's eyes were already filled with tears.
She stared intently at Song Yansheng on the stage. Was he really going to marry Feng Xixi?
Does he really like Feng Xixi?
Does he really not have her in his heart?
Su Xiaoling felt that her feelings at this moment were indescribable; all she knew was that it hurt a lot.
He doesn't like her.
He has someone he likes.
It turns out that all those things she thought she knew before were just wishful thinking on her part.
She thought he at least liked her, but he ultimately chose Feng Xixi.
That's enough.
Su Xiaoling, wake up.
He really doesn't like you.
Stop daydreaming.
Su Xiaoling turned around, walked to a corner, and then could no longer control herself.
She squatted down, buried her head in her knees, and cried.
What should I do?
She really, really likes him.
She wanted to see him every day, even if it was just a glimpse from afar, it would make her feel so content.
She could be happy for days if he just glanced at her, even if it was just a slight lift of his eye.
She didn't ask for anything; she only hoped that he could try to accept her, and that he might like her even a little bit.
But he already has someone he likes.
It wasn't her.
If you're wishful thinking, you have to accept the consequences.
She suffered a crushing defeat.
She gave up.
But it really hurts.
Just then, Su Xiaoling's assistant, Xiaowu, ran over with her phone.
"Brother Ling, what's wrong? Your phone keeps ringing!"
Xiao Wu saw Su Xiaoling squatting there with her head down, her makeup ruined, clearly she had been crying.
Startled, she rushed forward, flustered and unsure of what to do.
Su Xiaoling stood up and hastily wiped away her tears.
I picked up the phone and answered it.
It was a call from Su's mother.
"Xiaoling, your father is dying. The doctor has already issued a critical condition notice."
—
It was a sunny day, and everyone seemed to be in high spirits.
But Su Xiaoling's mood at this moment was a thousand times worse than a thunderstorm.
She sat in the car on her way to the hospital, her tears almost dried up, her makeup ruined, and she looked utterly disheveled.
Xin Na from the Song family said she would handle it.
Postponing the press conference, losing money, or even breaching the contract—whatever happens, happens.
None of this mattered to Su Xiaoling anymore.
She no longer wants to have anything to do with the Song family.
In her heart, she was only worried about her father.
The only man in the world who is good to her.
Yes, it's quite sad to think about.
You pour your heart out to someone, but they remain unmoved.
But her father, who always seemed to lack attention, loved her no matter what.
But now, he's leaving.
The doctor, Dr. Lu, had told her that even after surgery to remove most of the lesions, the patient's survival rate was still not high.
The disease progressed rapidly and was already in its late stage.
She thought her father could at least hold on for a while longer, but she never expected that death would come so quickly.
She was left with no way to defend herself.
She was filled with mixed feelings. She put on her black baseball cap and rushed into the hospital.
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