Chapter 125: Call Off the Wedding
Translator: _Min_
Feeling the shift in Song Ling’s demeanor, Jiang Yue grew increasingly anxious.
Song Ling, deeply disappointed in Jiang Yue, finally said coldly, “Jiang Yue, let’s call off our wedding.”
Jiang Yue was stunned. She couldn’t believe that Song Ling would say such a thing. “But you promised that you’d agree to any request 1 made,” she protested.
“I did say that,” Song Ling admitted, “but the promise is void now.”
After uttering these words, he got into a nearby car.
Jiang Yue came to her senses and ran after Song Ling’s car, but it sped away, soon vanishing from sight.
She fell to the ground, her face swollen and marked with several handprints. Her once immaculate and elegant wedding dress was now stained with mud. Overwhelmed by the day’s events, she buried her face in her hands and began to sob.
After some time, Jiang Yue lifted her head and took out her phone to make a call.
The call was quickly answered, and Jiang Yue said plaintively, “Aunt, it’s over for me. They found out everything, and Song Ling just said he won’t marry me!”
Jiang Lin yawned, responding nonchalantly, “1 watched your wedding live stream; it’s not a big deal.”
Wiping away her tears, Jiang Yue continued, “But they saw those old videos of me, and that wicked Wang Lan is adamantly against Song Ling marrying me.”
Jiang Lin’s eyes darkened as she said, “Wang Lan is nothing but a defeated foe of mine. I was able to steal her husband; as my niece, you can certainly win over her son. Don’t worry, 1’11 guide you. You’ll still become Mrs. Song.”
Hearing Jiang Lin’s words, Jiang Yue felt immediately reassured.
Yes, her aunt had even managed to seduce Wang Lan’s husband; solving her problem would be a piece of cake.
Jiang Yue smiled, saying, “Thank you, Aunt. I don’t know what 1 would do without you.”
Jiang Lin acknowledged this, then said, “For now, avoid the reporters; 1’11 send someone to pick you up.”
Reporters had already stationed themselves on the mountainside. When they saw Song Ling’s car, they swarmed it.
Zhao Xuan, seeing the situation, had no choice but to hit the brakes and said, “Mr. Song, if I keep driving, I’ll hit them.”
Song Ling looked at the throng of reporters surrounding the car and ordered, “Run them over.”
Zhao Xuan, scared witless by Song Ling’s words, stuttered, “Mr. Song, I’m too young to go to prison. Maybe 1 should resign.”
Song Ling glanced at him and exited the car.
As Song Ling stepped out, reporters shoved their microphones in his face, peppering him with questions.
“Mr. Song, what’s your take on the inappropriate videos of Miss Jiang revealed at the wedding?”
“Mr. Song, did you really not know that Miss Jiang’s hand isn’t actually injured?”
“Mr. Song, will you still marry Miss Jiang in the future?”
“Mr. Song, Mr. Song…”
Listening to their incessant chatter, Song Ling’s face darkened further. His eyes grew colder and an icy aura enveloped him.
When the reporters met Song Ling’s icy gaze, their voices gradually diminished until none dared to speak.
Seeing this, Song Ling declared, “I expect that none of your outlets will report today’s events. Otherwise, you’ll be making an enemy of the Song family. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Though it was still spring, the reporters felt as if they were standing in an ice-cold chamber. A chill ran down their spines.
Song Ling swept his eyes over them and said dismissively, “Now move. Don’t block my way.”
Without a word, the reporters parted, clearing a path for him.
Song Ling returned to the car and lowered his eyes, instructing Zhao Xuan, “Have the company’s PR team ready. Deal with any discoveries immediately.”
Zhao Xuan wanted to say it was pointless, especially since Wang Lan had live-streamed the entire debacle. Still, as Song Ling was his boss, he could only nod and say, “Understood, Mr. Song.”
Getting his reply, Song Ling closed his eyes, attempting to rest. However, the next second, his mind was invaded by images of Gu Dai.
He remembered how, when he was ill, Gu Dai would take care of him tirelessly, only leaving once he was fully recovered.
During his bouts of drunken misery, Gu Dai would silently endure his drunken rages and even prepare hangover remedies for him to drink..