Inside the abandoned chemical plant, in a clean and tidy room, melodious piano music drifted out.
As Jiang Mo was climbing the stairs, he said to the butler walking beside him, "My second brother has only been out of bed for a few days, and he's already playing the piano?"
The butler smiled and said, "That's right! This second young master has loved playing the piano since he was a child. Playing the piano is one of the few habits he has that others don't have, besides eating and drinking, which are essential in his daily life. No one can change this habit of his. Even now, when he is injured, he still asks me to bring the piano from home."
Jiang Mo clicked his tongue in amazement. "I remember when we were kids, every time I asked him to practice boxing with me, he would just stay near that piano and never leave."
As the two talked, they reached the door.
The door wasn't closed, and Jiang Cheng, dressed in casual clothes, was playing the piano with great concentration.
His slender, fair fingers danced across the piano keys, his profile bathed in the sunlight streaming in through the window, his features sharp and handsome, like a movie protagonist.
"Second Brother! I'm here!"
Jiang Cheng remained uninterrupted by Jiang Mo and continued playing his piece.
Jiang Mo pouted unhappily. He knew that his second brother didn't respect anyone when he did things.
So I had no choice but to stand aside and wait patiently for him to play the piano. He finally stopped when he finished playing a piece.
"What do you want?" Jiang Cheng's cool voice rang out.
"Second brother! The family asked me to tell you to go there as soon as possible, because they arranged for you and Miss Song to have your wedding photos taken this evening."
Jiang Mo always acted like a devout younger brother in front of Jiang Cheng.
"Wedding photos?"
Jiang Cheng asked.
"Yeah, Second Brother, I know you're aloof from worldly affairs, but you don't even know what a wedding photo is?"
Jiang Mo looked at him curiously.
"hehe."
Jiang Cheng stood up, his tall figure standing next to Jiang Mo, a little taller than Jiang Mo.
Jiang Mo looked at his second brother, puzzled.
Song Yuwei had something urgent to attend to in the afternoon and couldn't get away.
Lin Huali bombarded her with calls and messages incessantly, as if the universe would explode if she didn't go soon.
"Yuwei! Come back quickly! The Jiang family's car is waiting outside! If you don't come back soon, you'll really anger them."
Song Yuwei lifted her eyelids and glanced at her phone screen. This Lin Huali really knows how to bend and stretch for money. Now he acts like the Jiang family is his father.
"Yuwei! You need to leave a good impression. You can't let people think you're someone who has no sense of time before you're even married. How can they treat you well in the future if that's the case?"
Song Yuwei sneered and ignored him.
When Song Yuwei finished her work and returned to the Lin family home, a long line of cars was already waiting for her.
Lin Huali looked displeased, but no matter how much he gritted his teeth, he still said, "Yu Wei! Why are you so late?"
Song Yuwei said calmly, "It's normal for me to be busy outside. I can't possibly listen to your arrangements every minute, Uncle. Everyone has the freedom to live their own life, right?"
Ren Yuran couldn't listen anymore; what happened this morning was enough to make her angry!
"Song Yuwei! As your older sister, I have to say, you've been far too arrogant in our family these past few days! No matter what, there should be a bottom line, instead of taking advantage of our kindness!"
A row of luxury cars belonging to the Jiang family had been waiting for a long time. The door of one of the cars opened, and a man in a black suit walked over.
"This must be Miss Song, right? Hmm?"
Song Yuwei replied, "Yes, that's me. What's wrong?"
The man in the suit stepped forward and said, "We've been waiting for quite some time, almost an hour. Your uncle kept saying you'd be here soon, but you're only showing up now."
Song Yuwei retorted confidently, "Is there a problem? I also have my own things to do. Just because I'm engaged to your young master doesn't mean my life will revolve around him and your family."
Lin Huali's face turned pale and then dark. He said stiffly, "Yuwei... how could you say that to her? After all, you're the one at fault. I already told them you would go home early today, which is why they came. You should apologize to them!"
Song Yuwei disagreed, "It's not that I never apologize, it's that I've never done anything wrong."
Seeing the two locked in a stalemate, the man in the black suit couldn't help but chuckle and waved his hand. "Alright, alright, Miss Song and Mr. Lin, there's no need to argue. More than an hour is indeed quite a long time, but you're back now, so it didn't really delay anything. We just hope that you can be a punctual person in the future."
Song Yuwei wheeled herself to his car, opened the door, and pretended to struggle to get into the car from her wheelchair.
The man in the black suit couldn't waste any more words and quickly ran up to help.
When they arrived at the bridal shop, it was already surrounded by a group of people.
This is the Jiang family's style: wherever they go, they occupy their own space and don't allow others to disturb them.
After all, they dislike gossip and disputes, so they try to avoid crowded places and keep a low profile.
However, their strength is too high-profile, so no matter how low they try to keep a low profile, people still know what kind of influence the Jiang family has in China.
"Miss Song, I have to make something clear to you."
After the man in the black suit got out of the car, he spoke to Song Yuwei, who was in a wheelchair.
Song Yuwei looked up. "Okay, go ahead."
He hesitated for a few seconds, "Our young master is sick, so he may look a little different from normal people. I hope you can be understanding."
Hearing this, Ren Yuran, who was behind her, almost burst out laughing!
She could finally see what it was like when Song Yuwei was with that mentally ill person!
"Oh, it's nothing." Song Yuwei nodded.
Seeing her expressionless face, the man in the black suit couldn't help but worry. "What I mean is, I hope you can be mentally prepared. No matter what happens when you see our young master, don't show anything unusual, because he's a bit sensitive, otherwise..."
Song Yuwei understood; this was a warning from them to protect Young Master Jiang.
It means he can't feel any rejection or bad feelings from others towards him, otherwise it might trigger his emotions.
Riots broke out?
“Okay,” she replied again.
This wedding dress shop is now the best in the entire city of A. Every wedding dress in the shop is a high-priced, custom-made, and unique piece.
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