"Then what about my marriage with Zhou Jing..."
"The marriage isn't even set yet, why are you worrying about it?"
Song Nuan immediately understood and wisely refrained from disturbing him. She tidied up the table, prepared a fruit platter, and placed it within easy reach of Ouyang Ren.
The service was impeccably thoughtful.
Standing at the hospital entrance, Song Nuan called Ouyang Zhoujing, "When are you going to the wedding banquet?"
"Seven o'clock, what's wrong?"
"I'll go with you."
The man on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds. "Nuan Nuan, do you want to see him?"
Although it was a question, the tone was inexplicably confident.
His words made Song Nuan feel uncomfortable, as if her husband had caught her cheating. A huge accusation had been inexplicably and unjustly placed on her head.
Song Nuan is not without a temper.
“Zhou Jing, since I’m with you, it means I’ve already let go of all my past feelings and emotions towards Li Jingchen. There’s no need for you to keep bringing it up.”
"If you really mind, you don't have to force yourself to marry me."
What could Ouyang Zhoujing say?
He chuckled softly. "Just kidding, don't be angry. Give me your seat, I'll come pick you up later. Do you need me to prepare some formal wear or jewelry for you?"
Song Nuan's tone was slightly cold, "No need, I'll prepare it myself."
The call ended.
Song Nuan was forced to attend the wedding banquet, so she dressed very modestly in a simple black dress without any decorations, and wore a diamond necklace around her neck.
Her long hair was unstyled and draped over her shoulders.
From head to toe, the word 'low-key' is written all over it.
Despite all her calculations, she hadn't anticipated that her male companion would be Ouyang Zhoujing. Just by standing there, he could easily attract countless gazes.
Those gazes naturally fell on Song Nuan.
Who is the woman next to Zhou Jing?
"Is she his sister? I saw Ouyang Chengyi once a few years ago, and she didn't look like this. She wasn't as pretty and elegant... Could she be his girlfriend?"
"This isn't a banquet, so there's no need for female companions. Why bring your girlfriend?"
The guests invited by the Li and Zhong families were all wealthy and influential. After chatting for a while, they realized that no one recognized Song Nuan and immediately deduced that Song Nuan was not from their circle.
"Probably a secretary or something."
They chatted without restraint, not only in the content but also in the volume.
These words were naturally overheard by Ouyang Zhoujing.
Looking around, Ouyang Zhoujing quickly spotted the gossiping group. He looked away, smiled, and said, "Don't pay attention to what they're saying. I'll announce our engagement tomorrow."
Song Nuan parted her lips slightly, but didn't manage to utter the words "It's nothing".
A voice filled with laughter rang out.
"Why wait until tomorrow?"
Song Nuan and Ouyang Zhoujing turned around at the sound, their movements perfectly synchronized.
Zhong Qingya looked stunning in her black wedding dress, holding a bouquet of red roses in one hand, and her other hand lightly linked with that of her groom, who was dressed in a suit and tie.
Li Jingchen.
Song Nuan gradually tightened her grip.
Their eyes met in mid-air, and sparks seemed to fly as they met. In just a moment, Song Nuan couldn't stand his burning gaze and turned her head away to avoid his eyes.
Zhong Qingya smiled generously and calmly, "Today is a rare and auspicious day, Zhou Jing, why don't you make it official together?"
Li Jingchen's face darkened.
"Anyway, you and Jingchen have been best buddies since childhood, so just take some of our good luck and you and your girlfriend can get married soon, right?"
There is a support underneath.
Upon hearing this, they immediately cheered, "That's right! This is double happiness!"
Ouyang Zhoujing raised an eyebrow and looked at Zhong Qingya meaningfully. Even before attending the banquet, he had a rough idea of what kind of trouble Zhong Qingya was going to cause.
He asked with a smile, "Miss Zhong, aren't you afraid I'll suck all your good fortune away?"
Zhong Qingya's expression changed slightly.
Song Nuan casually chimed in, "My business with Zhou Jing is a small matter. Today is your day. If you miss the auspicious time, it will really bring bad luck."
"Liangcheng is very particular about auspicious dates; even a minute earlier or a second later makes a huge difference."
She spoke with such conviction that Zhong Qingya was somewhat taken aback.
Not daring to waste any more time on them, she quickly turned her eyes and stuffed the bouquet into Song Nuan's hands.
Song Nuan instinctively wanted to throw it back.
“You can’t throw this away,” Zhong Qingya smiled. “Passing the bouquet is part of the wedding etiquette in Liangcheng. If you throw it away, I’ll blame you for any unhappiness in my marriage.”
Song Nuan: "..."
What a smooth example of applying what you've learned to other situations.
Song Nuan laughed, but there was nothing she could do about it. She could only hold the flowers, but they were wet and uncomfortable to hold. So Song Nuan only held them for a short while before handing them to Ouyang Zhoujing.
The man asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
"It's leaking, and my clothes are a little wet. Could you help me carry this?"
"Throw it away if it leaks."
A deep, magnetic, and pleasant voice resonated throughout the banquet hall via the microphone.
Song Nuan felt a chill run down her spine. She looked up at the stage, her eyes filled with terror.
The host and emcee were stunned. They were reciting the vows when the groom interrupted them, saying the same incoherent thing.
The host whispered a reminder, "Mr. Li, we are reciting an oath now, and we cannot interrupt."
Li Jingchen seemed not to hear.
Holding the microphone, his eyes were fixed on the woman in the black dress below the stage, cold yet tender and affectionate.
"It's just a bouquet of flowers. The meaning is all given by people; it has no inherent meaning," he said calmly. "There are no clothes for you to change into. If you don't want to catch a cold, just throw it away."
Song Nuan remained silent.
Ouyang Zhoujing frowned.
Zhong Qingya's eyes were practically spitting fire.
As for the guests in the audience, Li Jingchen's words were too pointed; there was only one bouquet of flowers, which was in Song Nuan's hands.
Those who were initially slow to understand didn't immediately look at Song Nuan upon hearing the crucial clue of the bouquet.
Zhong Qingya smiled, but gritted her teeth, "Mind your own business and do what you're supposed to do."
Li Jingchen didn't even bother to glance at her.
He strode straight toward Song Nuan, each step firm and resolute, completely disregarding Ouyang Zhoujing beside her.
The guests erupted in cheers.
"Can anyone tell me what's going on?"
"Is Li Jingchen going to call off the engagement? My God, I actually encountered such a bizarre thing that only happens once in a thousand years."
"Keep your voice down, aren't you afraid of dying?"
"But how romantic!"
Song Nuan silently watched the man getting closer and closer, wishing she could run away as fast as she could.
romantic?
Perhaps she's overly romantic; in her eyes, the man approaching her at this moment isn't a wealthy, handsome, and charming man, but rather a source of trouble.
Ouyang Zhoujing set up a cordon.
"Ah Jing, don't do anything reckless, your bride isn't here."
Li Jingchen glanced at him coldly and sneered, "Zhou Jing, you stole my love, and now you still have the nerve to talk back to me?"
"you……"
Song Nuan grabbed Ouyang Zhoujing, her voice trembling slightly, "Let him speak."
Li Jingchen noticed, but he couldn't tell whether it was from excitement or anger.
"Will you tell me?" Song Nuan asked expressionlessly. "If you won't, I'm leaving."
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