Gongsun Yao also arrived, dressed in her usual well-behaved and pleasing manner, looking like a good girl. However, her appearance was quite ordinary. The Gongsun family members were all handsome men or beautiful women, so Gongsun Yao didn't stand out at all.
Gongsun Lin was getting her makeup done in the bride's dressing room. Ye Qingqing and Ruan Yingzi were there too. Tiya and Ruan Yingzi had changed into their bridesmaid dresses and looked as beautiful as fairies, but the bride was still the most beautiful.
"Sister Lin, you look so beautiful today, congratulations!" Gongsun Yao ran over. She was wearing a white dress and had exquisite makeup. She was a beauty on her own.
However, compared to Gongsun Lin and Ruan Yingzi, she was instantly outshone, lacking both height and appearance, and paled in comparison.
Gongsun Lin was in a good mood, chatting and laughing with Ye Qingqing and the others, but when she saw Gongsun Yao, her body tensed up and her eyes flashed with murderous intent. Ye Qingqing patted her on the back and whispered, "Hold on!"
"Um!"
Gongsun Lin forced a smile through gritted teeth and said to Gongsun Yao, "Thank you. You look good today too, but your skirt is a bit long and it's dragging on the ground."
She couldn't help herself; she didn't have the composure to face an enemy calmly. She had to stab him in the back to vent her anger.
Gongsun Yao's expression changed slightly. Because of her short stature, she could never find a suitable dress, which was a thorn in her side. Gongsun Lin was deliberately bringing up her sore spot.
"Sister Lin, how come you and Kagel are back together? Was it at the ball the other day?" Gongsun Yao asked deliberately, her jealousy barely concealed.
Since learning about Gongsun Lin and Kagel's marriage, she was devastated. She never expected that Gongsun Lin, that fool, would actually benefit from the misfortune and rekindle her relationship with Kagel. If she had known it would turn out this way, she would definitely have stopped Julie's actions.
"Yes, I really should thank the person who drugged me. If it weren't for her, Kagel and I would never have cleared up our misunderstandings after all these years!"
Gongsun Lin spoke through gritted teeth, her eyes icy cold. Gongsun Yao felt guilty and dared not meet her gaze. She gave a few dry laughs, then excused herself to attend to the guests and left.
"Yao'er, have fun for a few more days. Once I'm done with my work, I'll definitely spend more time with you!"
Gongsun Lin gritted her teeth and smiled, saying that she would play along with this bitch.
"OK!"
Gongsun Yao had a bad feeling, but she thought she was overthinking it. Gongsun Lin, that idiot, couldn't possibly know about what happened seven years ago. She probably just wanted to play along, since that idiot had always treated her like a younger sister.
Gongsun Lin stared coldly at the doorway as Gongsun Yao's figure slowly disappeared. Just wait and see!
The wedding was a lively affair, with everyone enjoying themselves. Many Chinese and foreign journalists also attended. The marriage of the heir to the Andorra Consortium to a mysterious young lady from the Gongsun family was a big gimmick, enough to attract journalists from all over the world.
Gongsun Yao and Qian He sat together, smiling shyly and obediently. They seemed to be having a pleasant conversation. Qian He blushed and kept stealing glances at her sweetheart, her heart pounding like a deer.
Ye Qingqing, who was at another table, frowned slightly upon seeing this. She had a good impression of Qian He and really didn't want him to be deceived by Gongsun Yao, who was just a hypocrite.
"Don't worry, Gongsun Yao looks down on Qian He." Lu Mo reassured her.
Gongsun Yao is an ambitious woman; Qian He probably wouldn't even qualify as a backup option in her heart.
Ye Qingqing scoffed, "If she can't even stand someone like Qian He, who else does she want to marry? A prince, perhaps?"
They don't even look in the mirror to see their own worth.
Lu Mo laughed, "He really is a prince."
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