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Before they knew it, it was time for Su Yifan and Feng Xin'er's wedding day.
Feng Xin'er was an orphan adopted by Uncle Feng, the old steward of the Su family. After Uncle Feng passed away, she had no relatives left in the world. So it was Mo Mo who held her hand and led her into the wedding hall.
Feng Xin'er held Mo Mo's hand and looked at Su Yifan at the other end of the red carpet. She smiled, but her eyes involuntarily stung.
Mo Mo took her hand and handed her over to Su Yifan.
The wedding proceeded smoothly under the guidance of the emcee.
"Next, please let the bride and groom exchange rings." The emcee's enthusiastic and highly infectious voice rang out.
Feng Xin'er extended her left index finger, allowing Su Yifan to put the ring on her finger. Then, she picked up the remaining ring from the ring box and put it on Su Yifan's finger.
"Now, the groom may kiss his mother!"
As the emcee's voice rang out again, suddenly the light at the entrance of the hall was blocked by something huge, and at the same time a cold, mechanical voice entered the ears of the guests present, "Congratulations to Mr. Su Yifan on his marriage! May you have a long and happy life together!"
Everyone instinctively looked toward the entrance of the auditorium from which the sound came.
"ah--"
The next instant, someone screamed, "Dead! Dead man!"
The moment the sound came out, chaos erupted at the scene.
"Call the police! Call the police now!"
"What kind of grudge could they possibly have? Sending a corpse on someone's wedding day? How utterly despicable must someone be to do that?"
"No, that's not right... Look closely at that corpse, doesn't it look familiar?"
...
Who wants to stare at a corpse without looking at it?
But after someone reminded me of this, my curiosity eventually overcame my fear.
Some people looked toward the ice coffin that was automatically sliding into the auditorium.
The ice coffin was decorated with brightly colored flowers, and amidst the vibrant blossoms, a little girl who looked to be about 18 years old stood in a white dress.
This should have been a beautiful scene, but against the backdrop of the ice coffin and the little girl's pale face, it lacked any beauty and instead became indescribably eerie.
At this moment, not only Su Yifan and Feng Xin'er, but all the members of the Su and Xiao families present walked towards the ice coffin with blank expressions. They didn't even know how they moved their feet. Others might still think that the little girl in the ice coffin looked familiar, but as brothers and relatives, they had already recognized who the person in the ice coffin was at a glance.
That was their sister, whom they longed to see again day and night!
Each of them had imagined countless possible scenarios of reuniting with Xiao Ruanruan. They had even prepared themselves for the possibility that when they met again, Xiao Ruanruan would not only forget them but also see them as enemies and want to kill them.
They can accept anything, except this one...
Su Yiqing, who was at the front, was the first to stop. He, who could usually calmly deal with any storm, was now as if possessed, shaking his head and backing away, "Impossible, it's not Xiao Ruanruan, this can't be Xiao Ruanruan, Xiao Ruanruan can't be dead!"
Su Yan couldn't resist rushing over without thinking about whether there would be any danger, and opened the ice coffin.
His hands trembled as he reached out to touch the face of the person in the ice coffin, but just as his hand was about to touch it, he jerked his hand back as if he had been electrocuted. "Impossible, this absolutely cannot be Xiao Ruan Ruan!"
"Damn it, which bastard played this prank! Step forward, or I'll kill you today, or I'm not a Su!" Su Yan kicked over a decorative item next to the red carpet.
Su Ziyuan's hand touched the face he had longed for day and night. The icy touch chilled him to the bone. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes reddened. He was helpless, but he murmured, "Impossible, how could Xiao Ruanruan be dead? This can't be..."
Su Yifan's glasses concealed the tears welling in his eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed a few times, as if he were swallowing all his sorrow, and he calmly said, "DNA test."
Those attending the wedding were so shocked they couldn't speak. At Su Yifan's wedding, someone actually presented the body of Su's beloved younger sister, who had been missing for three years, as a gift.
If this news gets out, the media will go crazy.
However, Su Yifan's wedding was not open to the public. Those present were only the old friends of the Su and Xiao families, Su Yifan's colleagues, and Feng Xin'er's friends. Everyone knew the rules, no one took pictures, and they were all aware that this matter should not be spread.
The only clueless one was the hotel staff member. When no one was looking, the staff member secretly took out his phone and took several photos from different angles, intending to sell them to the media later.
With such a big news story about the Su family, these photos in her hands are definitely first-hand information. There will definitely be media outlets scrambling to get them. If she can sell them at a high price, she might be able to afford a house and won't have to work so hard as a waitress anymore.
Before she could hide her phone back, a shadow blocked her way.
"Hand it over." Gu Chen's face was expressionless, and his voice was as cold as if it came from hell.
The waiter's hand trembled, and he unconsciously handed over the phone.
Qiu Shun quickly took it, and then someone brought a new phone of the same model to the waiter.
After Qiu Shun cleaned up everything on the waiter's phone, he cautiously looked at Gu Chen and asked, "Young Master, are you alright?"
No one knows better than him how the little master has survived the three years since the little dumpling went missing.
Since the little dumpling disappeared, he has never seen his little master's smiling face again. In fact, his little master often just holds the things that the little dumpling once gave him and stares at them for a whole night after saying just a few words.
The next day, he went back to work as if nothing had happened.
To outsiders, he seemed to want nothing to change, but only those close to him knew that the little master's silence and repression were the most heartbreaking.
Gu Chen didn't look at the ice coffin. After dealing with the waiter's matter, he turned around and prepared to leave.
Thinking that the little dumpling's body had been returned, and that this might be the last time the young master would see the little dumpling, Qiu Shun risked his life to say to Gu Chen, "Young master..."
Gu Chen gave him a cold look.
Qiu Shun felt a shiver run through his body under that cold gaze.
Although he didn't finish his sentence, Gu Chen already understood what he was going to say. He glanced at the ornately decorated crystal coffin from afar and said indifferently, "That's not her."
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