"You—" Song Qingyang frowned, wanting to say something, but in the end said nothing.
Today was her wedding, the most important day of her life. Even though the man standing beside her was the wrong one, she was married now—this was a fact that could no longer be changed.
She turned her eyes slightly, looking toward where Song Yansheng was, and her heart sank, again and again.
...
After the wedding came the buffet lunch, but Shi Nuan really didn't have much of an appetite.
Yao Ziwan tried to persuade her: "Eat something, at least a little. Otherwise if Mr. Song finds out, he'll probably feel bad…"
Shi Nuan finally nodded. Even though she was in a bad mood, she still had to eat.
Yao Ziwan said, "Nuannuan, honestly, whether it's Yu Dou or Song Qingyang, right now they both count as people who aren't exactly on good terms with you. Whatever they're like, whether they marry or not, you really don't need to take it to heart…"
