The Big Shot is Also Crazy About Me Today

Shi Nuan smiled and said, "Don’t worry, it’s fine, you go ahead!"

Yao Ziwan nodded and finally turned to leave.

Shi Nuan watched Yao Ziwan’s figure, feeling quite emotional actually.

She thought that if Shi Jiaojiao’s character was like Yao Ziwan back then, perhaps she wouldn’t have reached this point today.

But how could that be? After all, she has a mother like Li Guirong...

Of course, if she didn’t have a mother like Li Guirong, perhaps her family wouldn’t have ended up like this, her mother wouldn’t have left, and she herself wouldn’t have reached this point...

Shi Nuan felt a bit tired and found a slightly quiet corner to sit down.

Watching the bustling crowd while sipping her hot juice alone.

...

Yu Dou and Song Qingyang had disappeared for about half an hour, but finally came back hand in hand.

Handsome man and beautiful woman, and they are the protagonists of tonight. Their appearance naturally attracted the attention of those around.

Song Qingyang smiled at the corners of his mouth, greeted everyone, his words elegant and appropriate, indeed living up to the title of socialite.

After making a round in a few minutes, Song Qingyang’s gaze fell again on Song Yansheng, who was currently accompanying Yu Yao and Xu Ling.

As for Shi Nuan...

She barely cast a glance, yet at that moment failed to spot her.

Finally, she saw her in a secluded corner in the southwest.

Speaking of today’s wedding banquet, Song Yansheng and Shi Nuan hadn’t spoken a word to each other, maintaining a careful distance.

But Song Qingyang wouldn’t foolishly think that Song Yansheng had ignored Shi Nuan.

No, that man could overlook everyone present but surely wouldn’t overlook Shi Nuan.

Bit her lip, a surge of anger rose again in Song Qingyang’s heart.

"I am a bit tired, you go ahead and greet the guests, I’ll rest somewhere nearby!"

She looked at Yu Dou and said.

Yu Dou narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "What’s wrong? Not adjusted yet?"

Song Qingyang replied with a cold smile, "Yes, I’m not as cold-blooded as you!"

Cold-blooded?

Yu Dou faintly curled his lips, "Alright then, warm-blooded Miss Song!"

After speaking, he raised his glass to clink with hers and took a sip of his red wine before leaving.

Song Qingyang held back her temper, not wanting to have any unpleasantness with Yu Dou on such an occasion.

Song Qingyang did need to find a place to rest, but she is, after all, the bride, so she couldn’t sit too far away.

Thus, she found a relatively empty spot to sit down.

Her gaze still fell on Song Yansheng from time to time.

Song Yansheng is indeed a filial son, at this moment he was serving Yu Yao food. Yu Yao loved eating fish.

Looking at him now, he should be picking fish bones.

The grand CEO of a listed company, in such a setting, picking out fish bones for his mother, and doing it so casually, almost as if it’s a routine task. How could anyone not be moved?

And in fact, Song Yansheng did this often. Song Qingyang remembered when she was young, whenever she went to the Song Family Mansion for meals and there was fish, Song Yansheng would always pick the bones for Yu Yao.

She even asked Song Yansheng why once.

Song Yansheng said, "Mother loves eating fish but hates fish bones. Previously, Father used to pick the bones for her, but Father is busy with work, and I happen to have the time, so it’s perfectly suitable for me to do it!"

Back then, she thought Song Yansheng was truly the best man she’d ever known.

"Miss Song, hello!"

At this moment, a teasing male voice drifted over, interrupting Song Qingyang’s thoughts.

Song Qingyang squinted slightly and turned to look at the man, after all, she was the bride of this wedding.

She immediately smiled and greeted the man, "Mr., hello, welcome to my wedding... but there are too many guests, may I know your surname Sir..."

The man smiled, "My surname is Jia without further ado, Jia Haoceng, Miss Song, do you remember?"

Song Qingyang queried, looking puzzled, "Sorry Mr. Jia, do you mean... we’ve met before?"

The man shook his head, "Not really, but I did call Miss Song once if you recall a few months ago, did Miss Song not ask Old Jin to find me, to arrange two people to visit your brother’s grave..."

"Stop—" Song Qingyang hurriedly interrupted him, her face suddenly turned pale.

She bit her lip and said, "...Mr. Jia, I think you might be confused, I don’t know any Old Jin, nor have I arranged for anyone to go anywhere, please be cautious!"

The man paused, then smiled slightly, nodding, "Ah yes, Miss Song never contacted Old Jin, nor called me, and certainly never asked me to arrange anything, it’s my faulty memory, I must have been mistaken..."