Lin Qiong glanced at Fu Jinghong, who had fallen into the bushes outside the church wall.
It's finally quiet.
Then, with his head held high in pride, he leaped back into the church grounds.
I am noble, and you are not worthy of me.
Lin Qiong bent down and picked up the wildflowers that had been scattered all over the ground. She chose a relatively elegant white flower with yellow stamens and pinned it to the pocket of her dress on her chest.
White petals swayed gently in the wind, and green leaves clung to the fabric, creating an unexpectedly harmonious effect against the white dress.
He looked down, his eyes half-closed, his thick, fine eyelashes casting small shadows in the sunlight, and the stray hairs on his forehead fluttering slightly in the wind.
I never imagined he would get married one day.
Lin Qiong has lived in an orphanage since she can remember. She has no close relatives, only a good brother who has been with her since childhood.
Who knew that while he treated the other person like a brother, the other person treated him like an idiot.
Once, after much pleading, Lin Qiong reluctantly became a guarantor. The other party patted his chest and swore, "Don't worry, Qiong! I will definitely pay back the money. Do you think I'd take advantage of you?!"
However, men's words are deceitful. Not only did the other party not repay the money, but they also used the money to borrow money from loan sharks. When the debt collectors came to their door, the other party had already disappeared without a trace.
It wasn't until Lin Qiong recovered that she realized the other person had been telling the truth.
Lin Qiong had no parents and no family background. After graduating from university, he worked in the theater industry, playing only minor roles. How much money could he earn? Soon, a huge amount of high-interest loans emptied his pockets. It was an amount he never dared to imagine in his life.
There were more zeros than he had ever eaten eggs.
Even O-Pao Fruit Milk can't produce that many zeros.
Lin Qiong cursed herself for being an idiot in her heart as she took the pillow she had snatched back from the debt collector and went to the overpass.
Lin Qiong has always been ambitious since she was a child. If she's going to do something, she wants to be the best. Even if she has to sleep on the street, she'll be the most destitute. At least the old man next door has a quilt, but he only has a pillow.
The old man, seeing his pitiful state, kindly advised, "It's getting cold, cover him with more soil."
Lin Qiong: ...
He knew before that he wasn't a good match and never dared to date for fear of dragging someone down; now it's even more out of the question.
He was just a reincarnated frog.
Alone, alone, alone, alone...
Looking at that door, Lin Qiong, who was now turning back, couldn't help but feel uneasy. After all, who wasn't afraid of a ruthless villain? If he couldn't change the plot of the book, he would be courting death.
At this moment, two little figures appeared in Lin Qiong's mind, engaging in a tug-of-war like uprooting a willow tree.
Conscience: "If we don't go back, how pitiful it will be for Fu Xingyun to be all alone at the wedding."
"He's already escaped, there's no reason for him to go back. Instead of pitying him, you should pity yourself more, who knows when you might lose your life."
Conscience: "Go back. She's paralyzed from the waist down. How can she complete a marriage on her own?"
Donkey liver and lungs: "Isn't the book something I did myself? Sister, boldly move forward and don't look back!"
Conscience: "This outfit is really expensive!"
Donkey liver and lungs: ...
Conscience: "It must have cost a lot of money; in the past, you couldn't afford it in your entire life."
Conscience: "How many zeros is that? Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands... My God! So much money!"
Lin Qiong took a deep breath.
This outfit is so good it's worth wearing as a funeral garment!
Recalling the plot of the book, Fu Xingyun actually had a tough time. When reading the novel, Lin Qiong sometimes paid more attention to Fu Xingyun's passages than the main character, perhaps because the cannon fodder by the villain's side had the same name as him. But no matter what, she was still a fan of his.
Looking at her pristine white dress and the little white flower swaying in the wind, Lin Qiong smiled and rubbed her head, surprised that he was getting married.
I'm really nervous.
He then straightened his clothes, knowing that Fu Xingyun had paid for the clothes, and that he was getting married today.
Lin Qiong stepped forward and pushed open the door that seemed to radiate the holy light of Jesus. What came into view was a 1,000-meter running track decorated with white roses and expensive ribbons.
Lin Qiong: ...
It seems like it doesn't matter whether we get married or not.
The ceremony was about to begin, and the guests gradually entered the hall under the guidance of the master of ceremonies. The Fu family and the Lin family naturally sat in the seats of honor.
Fu Xingyun is no longer the darling of the business world who once commanded respect. The Fu family no longer values him, and today's wedding was attended only by their youngest son, Fu Jinghong.
However, there is no one in the Fu family's position now.
Although not many people from each family attended the wedding, they still sent a few idle and dissolute younger members because of their long-standing friendship with the Fu family. Naturally, they didn't take Fu Xingyun's wedding seriously.
It was precisely because the guests were all spoiled brats from prominent families that Fu Xingyun suffered humiliation and ridicule at the wedding.
In the past, Fu Xingyun was full of vigor and was a favored son of heaven, unmatched by anyone. Those young masters were often compared to Fu Xingyun by their elders at home.
After hearing it so many times, hatred naturally arose in my heart.
Now that Fu Xingyun is in trouble, there are naturally many people who want to laugh at him.
The news spread like wildfire, becoming known throughout the city.
The guests took their seats one by one, each with a different expression.
Mocking, mocking, gloating, waiting to see the joke...
It was as if this wasn't a wedding but a circus.
They cheered and applauded the animals' tamed behavior, leaving behind a wad of cash and a trail of humiliation.
Now Fu Xingyun is like a lion chained up, his sharp teeth covered with iron shields, and everyone is looking forward to his performance.
What could be more gratifying than a prodigy falling into the mud?
Chen Han and Lin Huafeng took their seats. They didn't care that no one was from the Fu family's side. As long as the goal of the marriage alliance was achieved, everything else would be easier to discuss.
Fu Xingyun pushed his wheelchair with both arms to the entrance where the newlyweds were about to enter. The seat next to him was empty; there should have been another person there.
But the man didn't care at all. His life had been ruined in the fire six months ago. He stared blankly at the tall, white gate in front of him, carved with Cupid, the angel of love. His dark eyes were like a stagnant pool.
Li Hanyang and several friends took their seats in the auditorium. They were all brothers who had grown up with Fu Xingyun. Even though their families advised them to have less contact with Fu Xingyun, no one listened.
Even if Fu Xingyun were to beg for food one day, they would still give him a clean bowl.
Otherwise, you'll get an upset stomach.
"I'm feeling uneasy. Do you think Lin Qiong might run away?" Ji Yao was anxious. She was quite happy to receive the news that Fu Xingyun was getting married, but who knew that she would see Lin Qiong's face today.
"Don't overthink it," Li Hanyang reassured him.
Although Li Hanyang said those things, he was also a little scared, but then he laughed at himself for being overthinking.
In such a grand setting, even if Lin Qiong were completely lacking in manners, she wouldn't run away.
After calming himself down, Li Hanyang leaned back in his chair.
I don't know how much time passed before I suddenly sat up.
That idiot who was laughing and running out of the corridor just now...
Could it be Lin Qiong?
The priest came up with the Bible, but instead of quieting down, the noise below grew even louder.
Lin Huafeng frowned, seemingly quite dissatisfied, but no one cared about his receding hairline.
The priest glanced down and began talking to himself.
Just as the priest was praying, a waiter hurriedly made his way through the crowd toward Lin Huafeng.
The waiter looked hurried and walked with a brisk pace. His eyes held nothing but Lin Huafeng's Mediterranean Sea reflecting the sunlight.
For a moment, it resembled love.
The waiter crouched down and approached Lin Huafeng. "Lin Qiong ran away."
That sound was like a devil's whisper, with the force of an explosion.
Lin Huafeng's already small eyes widened suddenly, almost popping out of their sockets. "What did you say?!"
The deep male voice was so loud that many people in the auditorium immediately turned their attention to Lin Huafeng.
The priest also frowned as he looked at him.
He had only prayed for half a day when...
Annoying.
Lin Huafeng immediately shut his mouth, feeling as if a thousand alpacas were galloping through his mind, spitting at him as they passed by.
"You little rascal!" Lin Huafeng gritted his teeth. He knew Lin Qiong wouldn't behave herself.
However, even if Lin Huafeng wanted to shut up and let things go, it was too late. The curious young men were all craning their necks to ask questions, and some even grabbed the waiter to ask him.
They would not let go of any opportunity to humiliate Fu Xingyun.
The waiter was just a poor working man; he couldn't afford to offend any of the people in front of him.
"Lin Qiong ran away!!!"
A sudden shout rang out from the auditorium, like water droplets splattering instantly in a hot oil pan.
"Worth it! This trip was totally worth it!"
"Damn it, Fu Xingyun's wife ran away! What's the point of having a wedding then?!"
"Why are you leaving? The wedding is still going on. I want to see how Fu Xingyun will get out of here."
"Damn it!" Li Hanyang clenched his fist, grabbed a spendthrift in front of him, and was about to hit him when Ji Yao pulled him down. His other friends also rushed to pull him away.
"Han Yang, you're insane!"
Li Hanyang struggled to break free from their restraints, shouting, "Who's the one who's gone mad? They're speaking human language! Even dogs have cleaner mouths than they do!"
"Fu Xingyun! They're talking about Fu Xingyun!"
The spendthrift son, whose collar was being grabbed and who was taking advantage of having someone holding Li Hanyang back, continued to provoke him recklessly: "What's wrong with me saying he's like that?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the spendthrift saw the person who had been holding Li Hanyang slowly back away.
spendthrift:?
Why did you let go of my hand?!
Chaos erupted in the hall; everything seemed out of place in this solemn setting. Only the priest was sincerely praying in the pure white, sacred hall.
The priest looked at the chaotic scene below, holding the Bible steadily in his hands.
"There is a ray of light in everyone's life."
In the quiet, white corridor, faint, rapid breathing could be heard from time to time.
Someone was silently chanting the name of their loved one as they ran along the 1000-meter track, propelling themselves forward for love.
Someone on the 1,000-meter track was shouting, "Wow... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to die..." in a chorus of Chinese folk songs.
Lin Qiong looked at the long corridor in front of her and exhaled a breath of stale air.
Fu Xingyun,
Dad's here!
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