Meanwhile, Song Xi, who was also a daughter of the Song family, was completely dumbfounded when she heard these words, and for a moment, she even forgot to react, her face was completely filled with disbelief, and so was Ning Wan.
This was absolutely explosive news.
Only Xi Mohan’s face was indifferent, showing no clear emotion.
The guests who came to the wedding had not expected that they would hear such sensational news today when they were just attending the wedding of the CEO of CK Corporation. Many had previously envied Song Qiao for being able to marry Lu Jingchen, but at this moment, everyone’s gaze towards Song Qiao began to change.
Song Xi’s father did not attend the wedding because he had just started chemotherapy, so he could not be present at the wedding. Moreover, his relationship with Song Qiao had not yet eased; they did not have a good expression when facing each other.
However, some relatives of the Song family did come, and nobody expected such a thing to happen; for a while, everyone did not know how to react.
No one present had a pleasant expression on their face, including Xu Qian and Lu Tianming. However, they did not stand up to stop Murong Rui.
"Enough, Rui!" Murong Rui was coldly watching Song Qiao, waiting for her reaction when Lu Jingchen’s voice suddenly interjected sternly.
Murong Rui shuddered upon hearing this cold voice and looked at Lu Jingchen with a touch of disbelief, her voice trembling, "Brother, are you actually being fierce to me for this woman? Have you forgotten how our parents died?"
Song Qiao pressed her lips together, silent. At this moment, she could only hear the words exchanged between Murong Rui and Lu Jingchen. The color was draining from her bridal makeup, and a chill was spreading up from her feet, leaving her whole body cold, making her shudder and fighting the urge to crouch down and hug herself.
Right then and there, she felt extremely unsafe, as if danger lurked everywhere, ready to claim her life at any moment, and she could not help but seek the safest position to protect herself.
"Qiaoqiao!" Ning Wan was the first to notice that something was wrong with Song Qiao. Seeing Song Qiao swaying as if about to faint, Ning Wan’s heart leaped into her throat. She wrenched free from Xi Mohan’s hand and immediately rushed to Song Qiao’s aid.
When Lu Jingchen heard Ning Wan’s voice, he instinctively looked towards Song Qiao and saw the pallor of her face, as if she was about to collapse at any moment. His eyes darkened and he stepped forward to support her.
However, just as his hand was about to touch Song Qiao, the woman stepped back abruptly, and with a repressed voice said, "Don’t touch me... please, don’t touch me..."
Her gaze was clearly fixed on Lu Jingchen, but it was lifeless, as if she wasn’t really seeing him.
Lu Jingchen’s throat constricted, his breath tightened, but he did not dare to reach out to her again.
Ning Wan dashed onto the stage and instantly supported Song Qiao. As her hand touched Song Qiao’s skin, it felt ice cold, as though Song Qiao’s body had lost all its warmth. Ning Wan’s heart skipped a beat, and her eyes focused on Song Qiao’s pale face as she said, "Qiaoqiao, don’t be , don’t believe her words, she is lying to you, don’t..."
Song Qiao’s state reminded her of Qiaoqiao from several years ago, making her feel like her blood was starting to freeze, fearing that Song Qiao would revert to the Qiaoqiao from four years before. Follow current novels on novᴇlfire.net
All eyes turned to the woman in the wedding dress, and some seemed to sense her distress. The murmurs from below grew louder, but no one dared to discuss loudly.
It seemed that Ning Wan’s voice calmed Song Qiao slightly. After a while, she looked up steadily at the man before her, her voice returning to a calm, devoid of emotional fluctuations. Her face wore a faint smile, but it appeared forced, and she said clearly, word by word, "Lu Jingchen, are you sure you still want to marry me now?"
"Brother Jingchen, you can’t marry her!!" Before Lu Jingchen could reply, Murong Rui was already frantically stamping her foot, her teeth gritted as she said, "This woman’s parents caused the death of my mom and dad, you can’t marry her."
Song Qiao did not speak again; she continued looking at Lu Jingchen as if waiting for his response.
The man’s gaze stayed firmly on her, his lips lightly pursed, not speaking, his deep eyes reflecting only her image.
Seeing the man’s silence, Song Qiao’s gaze fell on a gigantic poster not far away. The photo on it was her wedding portrait with Lu Jingchen, with smiles on both their faces, seemingly very happy.
But at that moment, as Song Qiao looked at that wedding photo, it seemed unbearably glaring. After a low chuckle, as if she had anticipated this outcome, her voice was cool, "I don’t know if what she said is true, but looking at your reaction, it seems to be pretty much the same. You don’t really want to marry me, do you? It just so happens that I suddenly don’t want to marry you either."
With that, she raised her hand to the veil on her head and began to pull it off sharply.
However, before she could forcefully pull, her hand was caught by a large hand, and a low voice sounded overhead, "Song Qiao!"