The Big Shot is Also Crazy About Me Today

Ji Xiangling did this intentionally, but it was also her most direct and genuine expression.

This man, from the moment he appeared in her life, became the focal point, and now, both nearing their thirties, he remains the focal point.

Today, Song Yansheng wore a black three-piece suit, exuding an elegant and noble aura. Although he made small talk with many, his innate disposition still gave people a strong sense of aloofness.

In the crowd, he was the focal point, completely overshadowing today’s groom, Yu Dou.

And Yu Dou was indeed an outstanding and handsome man, yet in front of Song Yansheng, his handsomeness noticeably dimmed.

Song Qingyang exchanged a few simple words with Ji Xiangling before going to find Yu Dou to toast with Song Yansheng.

In fact, Song Qingyang particularly disliked standing with Yu Dou to face Song Yansheng.

Yu Dou had planned to toast earlier, but Song Qingyang stopped him.

Song Qingyang said, "Second Uncle is a guest of honor, and the guest of honor should be toasted last."

That’s how it was delayed until now.

With her arm linked with Yu Dou’s, they walked up to Song Yansheng, not very far, but with each step Song Qingyang felt she was walking on shards of ice.

Having loved someone for twenty years, wanting to forget is too difficult, far too difficult.

Though difficult, she still stood in front of him.

At such a close distance, she looked directly at Song Yansheng, unsure of what to say.

It was finally Yu Dou who spoke up, saying, "Mr. Song, you are the guest of honor. Qingyang said you should be toasted last, so we came late. I hope you don’t mind... I toast to you!"

Song Yansheng appeared calm. He clinked glasses with Yu Dou, smiling, "No problem. It’s just that the ’Mr. Song’ from Mr. Yu would be better replaced with ’Second Uncle’!"

Yu Dou was startled; he’s three years older than Song Yansheng and really couldn’t bring himself to call him ’Second Uncle’!

"Second Uncle, stop joking with him, let’s drink, I toast to you!"

Song Yansheng smiled, clinked glasses with Song Qingyang and Yu Dou, and drank all the wine in his glass.

Seeing this, Song Qingyang also tilted her head back and drank all the wine in her glass. Yu Dou wanted to stop her but couldn’t.

Song Qingyang, shaking her empty glass, smiled and said, "Second Uncle, see, I’m considerate, right?"

Song Yansheng raised an eyebrow, saying nothing.

Song Qingyang continued to smile, "Second Uncle, you haven’t wished us a happy marriage yet!"

Song Yansheng said, "En, happy marriage!"

Then looking at Yu Dou, he advised, "Take good care of her!"

Yu Dou nodded, "Don’t worry, I will!"

Though Song Qingyang’s capacity for alcohol wasn’t bad, downing a glass all at once was indeed too much, making her feel unwell afterward.

Yu Dou took her to the restroom in the lounge, standing at the door watching her unable to vomit, with no change in his expression.

Eventually, Song Qingyang had to make herself vomit by gagging.

She rinsed her mouth, and her long hair, previously styled, now appeared a bit disheveled, making her look somewhat unkempt.

In contrast to the beautiful and noble bride she was in the hall earlier.

"Are you pitying me?" Song Qingyang asked softly.

Yu Dou smiled, "Why would I pity you?"

"Because of my helpless and hopeless love, destined never to be..."

Yu Dou’s eyes dimmed for a moment before he said, "What’s there to pity?"

"Of course there is..." Song Qingyang said, "You like Shi Nuan; you could actually fight for her, you might even have a chance with her, but now you’re just giving up on her yourself... But I, I like Second Uncle, and it’s because no matter what I do, there’s no chance between us, no chance at all, no chance at all... Isn’t that pitiable enough?"

Yu Dou said, "Not pitiable, because your liking itself was wrong from the start. You knew it was wrong from the beginning yet persisted for twenty years. Someone like you doesn’t deserve pity!"

Song Qingyang was momentarily stunned, then broke into a smile, "Really? So you mean it’s all my fault? Yes, it’s all my fault, but I don’t want it either. I just like him uncontrollably, besides him, I can’t take a liking to any other man, what can I do, what can I do..."

Song Qingyang’s tears fell, one after another, ruining her delicate makeup a bit.

Yu Dou turned away, his expression still very indifferent.

He said, "We’ll need to send off guests later, it’s our wedding today. No matter how unwilling or sad you are, you can’t show it in front of others... Clean up quickly, I’ll get the make-up artist to touch-up for you..."

After saying this, Yu Dou turned and walked away.

————This Chapter is 4083 characters long————