In the 12th year of the Republic of China, Jin garden—
Song Qingwan was wearing a red T-shirt, which was a festive occasion. Her phoenix crown was covered with a piece of red gauze.
She sat by the bed and clenched her fists tightly.
Bang.
Song Qingwan's heart skipped a beat when she heard the door being kicked open.
It seemed that there was a gust of cold wind, which made her shiver for no reason.
In the wedding room, the only source of light was the red candles on the table.
Through the red veil, she could only vaguely see a tall figure approaching step by step.
After Jing Mo lifted the veil, would they have a cup of cross-cupped wine? Would he kiss her...
Thinking too much, Song Qingwan felt hot all over and sat there as if he was sitting on pins and needles.
However, the black shadow in front of her did not seem to make another move. It just stood in front of her and looked straight at her.
Song Qingwan only felt a strong sense of oppression. She swallowed her saliva and moved her lips. "You..."
The man took a step forward and pinched her chin tightly with his two cold fingers, forcing her to raise her head.
Song Qingwan was in so much pain that he couldn't say a word. He heard the man say, "Song Jingyu, didn't you spend the night with your lover? Why are you back?"
His voice was cold and low, with a hint of sarcasm.
He was injured and had been in a coma in the hospital for half a month. She didn't even look at him once. He even heard that she had run away with someone else. He was very angry at the moment. He asked the Song family for help, but the Song family was annihilated before he saw her.
Unexpectedly, in just three days, Song Hongming came to him in person and said that he had been sent to Jin garden. When he heard that Song Jingyu had gone abroad, he came back with doubts.
"Oh, I didn't expect him to really be here!"
After hearing the man's words, Song Qingwan was shocked and frowned.
Why didn't she understand?
"You're mistaken, I'm not Song Jingyu..." Song Jingyu was her big sister, and wasn't she married to the second son of the Lu family, Lu Jingmo?
But this man's voice was obviously not from Jing Mo!
Song Qingwan was in a hurry to explain, but he couldn't care less about the rules. He reached out and pulled down the red veil.
"You..."
The man in front of him was wearing a dark green military uniform and a pair of black boots. Against the well-cut military uniform, his whole person was full of seriousness. He pursed his thin lips, and there seemed to be no focus in his fierce eyes.
It was empty.
"Your eyes..."
Song Qingwan asked almost subconsciously. In an instant, she noticed that the man's aura had become furious, and her hair stood on end.
She said something wrong!
As expected, the man suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed her neck harshly. His tone was sinister as he said, "Song Jingyu, I'm blind, but wasn't it you who shamelessly wanted to marry me back then?"
"Why didn't you run away and think of another move? Show me your acting?"
Song Qingwan shook his head desperately. He wanted to say something, but the man threw her onto the bed and pushed her over. "Since you're back, why don't you make up for the bridal chamber half a month ago?"
"No! No!" After being able to speak, Song Qingwan screamed and stepped back. Her body was meant to be left to Lu Jingmo. "I told you, I'm not Song Jingyu! You bastard, let me go!"
The man couldn't see it, but his hearing was unusually sharp. He accurately grabbed her waving hands and firmly held her under his body. His thin lips curled up. "Song Jingyu, we exchanged rings in front of the priest. The bridal chamber is what we should do."
The newly-dressed dresses were stripped off one by one, and Song Qingwan trembled all over. "Please don't, I'm not going to marry you..."
The man held a gun in his hand for a long time, grinding out a rough cocoon. Every time he touched it, he felt numb and numb.