The Big Shot is Also Crazy About Me Today

Song Qingyang took a deep breath and said nothing.

The man continued to smile and said, "But speaking of which, I am quite familiar with you, Miss Song. I often follow matters regarding the Song Family and TK. Oh, and your husband, Mr. Yu, he’s my idol. I have always wanted to learn from him!"

Song Qingyang frowned and said, "Why do you want to learn from him? If we’re talking about successful people in T City’s business sector, shouldn’t my Second Uncle be the most outstanding one?"

The man nodded, "Maybe, but I’m someone who looks beyond just success. It’s the fierce spirit that someone carries within. Your Second Uncle is great, but he always comes across as mild and cultivated. Yu Dou, on the other hand, is different. Although he seems very gentlemanly and graceful, he has a ruthless streak in his bones, an essential difference..."

Song Qingyang bit her lip and didn’t reply.

The man looked at Song Qingyang and after a moment said, "Miss Song, you truly are beautiful, much more so than how you appear on the internet and in newspapers and magazines. Mr. Yu has really struck gold this time!"

Song Qingyang smiled faintly, "Then I thank you for your compliment!"

"No, Miss Song, you don’t have to be so polite, but if you really want to thank me, Miss Song, it’s not that there’s no way..."

As he spoke, he clinked his glass against Song Qingyang’s.

The moment the glasses touched, his fingers brushed over and lightly touched Song Qingyang’s hand.

Song Qingyang was taken aback, "What are you doing?"

The man didn’t hold back, continued smiling slightly, and said, "What’s wrong, Miss Song? Such a frightened expression is not good, beautiful people should smile more, it’s more charming!"

Song Qingyang gritted her teeth, "Mr. Jia, please have some self-respect!"

"Self-respect?" The man shrugged, "Alright, then I will inform everyone right now that today’s bride arranged for someone to dig up her own younger brother’s grave a few months ago..."

"How dare you—" Song Qingyang gritted her teeth.

The man raised an eyebrow, "Whether I dare or not, doesn’t it all depend on Miss Song’s choice?"

As he spoke, his eyes locked meaningfully on Song Qingyang.

Song Qingyang was about to get angrier when she caught sight of Shi Nuan sitting in a corner not far away.

Her eyes flickered and she smiled, "Mr. Jia, actually such a matter wouldn’t be good for you either if it got out. You see, today is my wedding, at least it’s supposed to be a happy event, and isn’t my husband your idol? Even to give him some face, you shouldn’t treat me this way, right?

Actually, if I think about it, today is the first time we’ve met, you may not truly like me, at most you just think I’m attractive... but there are plenty of women here who are more beautiful than I am, you’re just fixating on me, that’s a bit shallow!"

The man squinted slightly, "Miss Song, you have a point, I do value your beauty. I attended today’s wedding on behalf of my family’s elder. Initially, I had a date to sing with a beautiful woman and didn’t want to come, but once I learned the bride was Miss Song, I reluctantly decided to attend. You see, I’ve made a big loss here, Miss Song, you should at least make up for it..."

Song Qingyang smiled more enchantingly, "In that case, how about I introduce you to a beautiful lady, Mr. Jia? She just graduated from college, very fresh, guaranteed to be much more interesting than I am..."

The man smiled, "Is that so? I arrived at the wedding late today, there are indeed a few beautiful women here, but the only one who caught my eye is you, Miss Song!"

Song Qingyang wished she could curse this man’s ancestors thoroughly but she knew she couldn’t.

Although she just met this man today, she had already seen that he wasn’t easy to deal with.

Old Jin had previously mentioned that this person had some influence on the black market in T City, and that matter should have been handled without leaving any traces.

And indeed, it was.

But who would have thought it would lead to this situation today!

Taking a deep breath, Song Qingyang lifted her chin, "Look over there!"

...

Shi Nuan had finished her juice but couldn’t be bothered to get more.

Sitting in this secluded corner, the staff occasionally ignored her.

So she just sat and watched Song Yansheng from afar.

This man, in every gesture, was like a painting, so handsome it made people afraid to look at him directly.

Shi Nuan still couldn’t quite believe that she actually married Song Yansheng, that Song Yansheng actually became her husband.

A warmth involuntarily rose in her chest, and the smile on her lips softened considerably.

This wedding may be lacking in love, but even if the bride and groom don’t have it, she and Song Yansheng do.

Many of the couples present probably do as well.

Love is something that was never meant to be lonely, and it never will be.

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