Below, Song Xi, also a daughter of the Song Family, was dumbfounded upon hearing these words. For a moment, she forgot to react, her face full of disbelief, just like Ning Wan.
This was completely explosive news.
Only Xi Mohan’s face remained indifferent, showing no discernible emotion.
The guests attending the wedding didn’t expect that today would bring such shocking news at the CK Group CEO’s wedding. Earlier, many envied Song Qiao for being able to marry Lu Jingchen, but now everyone’s gaze on Song Qiao had started to change.
Song Qiao’s father wasn’t present at the wedding because he had just started chemotherapy, so he couldn’t come to the wedding. Moreover, his relationship with Song Qiao hadn’t yet improved, and meetings between father and daughter didn’t go well.
However, some relatives from the Song Family had come, and they also didn’t anticipate such an event. For a moment, no one knew how to react.
No one present had a good expression, not even Xu Qian and Lu Tianming, but they didn’t get up to stop Murong Rui.
"Rui, that’s enough!" As Murong Rui coldly watched Song Qiao for her reaction, Lu Jingchen’s voice suddenly interrupted, cold and stern.
Murong Rui shivered a bit at this cold voice, then looked at Lu Jingchen with disbelief, saying shakily, "Brother, you’re scolding me for this woman? Do you forget how my mom and dad died?"
Song Qiao kept her lips pressed tight, silent, only hearing Murong Rui and Lu Jingchen’s dialogue. Her bridal makeup was slowly losing color, a chill spreading from her feet throughout her body, making her feel unbearably cold and wanting to crouch down and hug herself.
At this moment, she felt extremely insecure, as if danger lurked around her, threatening her life at any moment, making her want to find the safest gesture to protect herself.
"Qiaoqiao!" The first to notice Song Qiao’s odd state was Ning Wan, who had been concerned for her all along. Seeing Song Qiao swaying as if about to faint, Ning Wan’s heart leaped to her throat, she broke free from Xi Mohan’s hold and rushed forward.
Upon hearing Ning Wan’s voice, Lu Jingchen instinctively looked at Song Qiao, seeing her face completely devoid of color, as if she could collapse at any moment. His gaze changed, and he moved forward to support her.
However, just as his hand was about to touch Song Qiao, the lady suddenly stepped back, a voice suppressed with strain emerging, "Don’t touch me... I beg you, don’t touch me..."
Her gaze was clearly focused on Lu Jingchen, but it seemed vacant, as if she wasn’t truly looking at him.
Lu Jingchen’s throat rolled, his breath tightening, yet he dared not reach out to touch her.
Ning Wan quickly ran up to the stage, supporting her. Upon touching her skin, she indeed felt a coldness, as if her body had lost its warmth, causing Ning Wan’s heart to halt for a moment as her eyes landed on Song Qiao’s bloodless face, she said, "Qiaoqiao, don’t be like this, don’t believe what she says, she’s lying to you, don’t be like this..."
Song Qiao’s current state was exactly like Qiaoqiao from years ago, making Ning Wan feel her blood turn cold and afraid Song Qiao might turn back into Qiaoqiao from four years ago.
Everyone’s eyes naturally fell on the woman in the wedding dress. Some seemed to notice her abnormality, and the murmuring below became more frequent, yet no one dared to voice it loudly.
It seemed Ning Wan’s voice calmed Song Qiao a bit. After a while, she raised her eyes, steadily watching the man in front of her. Her voice restored a calm tone, utterly devoid of emotion, though her face bore a faint smile that seemed forced, word by word she spoke clearly, "Lu Jingchen, are you sure you still want to marry me now?"
"Jingchen Brother, you can’t marry her!!" Before Lu Jingchen could respond, Murong Rui, impatient to the point of stomping on the spot, said through gritted teeth, "This woman’s parents killed my mom and dad, you can’t marry her."
Song Qiao remained silent, still gazing at Lu Jingchen, seemingly awaiting his answer.
The man’s eyes fixedly watched her, lips gently pressed without a word, his deep gaze only reflecting her image.
Seeing him silent, Song Qiao’s eyes shifted to a large poster not far away, showing a photo of her and Lu Jingchen’s wedding picture, where they had smiles on their faces, appearing happy.
But now, looking at that wedding photo, Song Qiao found it stinging her eyes, after a long moment she chuckled lightly twice, as if having anticipated this result, her voice cool, "I don’t know if what she said is true, but judging by your reaction it seems likely. You don’t truly want to marry me, do you? It’s good, I suddenly don’t want to marry you either."
Speaking this, she raised her hand to the veil on her head, intending to pull it off directly.
Yet before she could apply force to remove it, her hand was gripped by a larger one, as the man’s deep voice echoed above her head, "Song Qiao!"