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(I)
Song Miaoli’s wedding took place during the transition between spring and summer.
Chi Suisui, of course, was no longer a bridesmaid, but Su Mian still was. She had been picked up by Song Miaoli the night before.
The bridesmaid dresses were chosen by Song Miaoli—elegant, beautiful, and with a touch of subtle sensuality.
She wasn’t worried about being outshone; after all, it was her wedding day, and no one could overshadow her. Besides, if her friends looked good, it only reflected well on her.
Although Su Mian usually dressed in a fresh, youthful style, she looked stunning in the gown, her figure rivaling anyone else’s without effort.
Her naturally fair skin complemented any color.
When Chi Suisui got married, the dress she wore didn’t suit her as much, so this time, Song Miaoli was pleasantly surprised.
“You’re full of surprises,” Song Miaoli teased.
“Dr. Song, what are you talking about?” Su Mian sat on the edge of the bed. “Shouldn’t we focus on what’s coming next? What if we can’t block the door later?”
She was nervous.
Song Miaoli reassured her. “It’s fine. We’ll get through it eventually. Just pretend to make an effort.”
Su Mian chuckled.
She wasn’t the only bridesmaid, but she didn’t know the others well. Still, even if some thought her family background was modest, no one dared to look down on her.
With both Chi Suisui and Song Miaoli claiming her as their best friend, who would dare treat her poorly?
Su Mian never intended to force her way into high society. Knowing the young ladies of wealthy families hadn’t changed her life much—she still lived freely.
The only difference might have been how easy her job had become.
And the food was pretty good too.
Su Mian didn’t lack money. The salary Chi Suisui gave her was generous. Though she had two wealthy friends, their tea gatherings were always at ordinary places.
Splitting the bill was something she could easily afford.
Of course, Chi Suisui and Song Miaoli didn’t often accept, but Su Mian had her pride.
As Su Mian zoned out, someone called out, “They’re here!”
The bridal suite erupted in excitement.
Though the ladies present were usually poised and refined, they couldn’t help but let loose now, teasing the groom in roundabout ways.
By the time everything settled, Su Mian was exhausted.
She leaned against the corner by the door, watching people come and go. Then Song Chengrui appeared, dressed in a sharp suit, ready to carry his sister out.
Su Mian had seen him before, though from afar. They’d never spoken, and her impressions of him came solely from Song Miaoli’s stories.
After the bride got into the car, Su Mian lingered.
Today was her first time wearing such high heels, and she was tired from walking. Catching her breath, her chest rose and fell slightly when she heard a voice beside her.
“Tired?”
She turned to see Song Chengrui standing next to her.
Su Mian shook her head. “No.”
Song Chengrui hummed, his dark gaze sweeping over her briefly before nodding and saying nothing more.
The wedding venue remained grand and dazzling, much like Chi Suisui’s had been.
Song Miaoli tossed her bouquet to Su Mian.
Holding it, Su Mian was momentarily stunned. By the time she snapped out of it, she was standing alone on the grounds, holding a glass of wine and lost in thought.
A group of wealthy heirs stood nearby, chatting.
“The bridesmaid today is Miss Song’s friend, right?”
“I’ve heard of her but never met her. Her name’s Su Mian, I think. Honestly, her figure beats most people—curves for days.”
“What about your ex-girlfriend? Wasn’t she great?”
“How does she compare to Miss Song’s friend? Look at her—do you think she has a boyfriend?”
Song Chengrui frowned and interrupted, “Enough.”
The conversation halted abruptly.
These guys spent their days indulging in excess, but Song Chengrui was somewhat more serious, dedicating most of his time to work these days.
After half a minute of silence, someone spoke again. “Hey, Chengrui, do you know if she has a boyfriend?”
Another chimed in teasingly, “If not, Chengrui should go for it.”
In their circle, Song Chengrui was known for his clean reputation. Even when they brought girls along for drinks, he kept things strictly professional.
Still, jokes inevitably found their way to him.
Taking a sip from his glass, Song Chengrui glanced at Su Mian in the distance and smirked. “Even rabbits don’t eat the grass around their burrows.”
Everyone chuckled, tossing a few more light-hearted jabs before moving on.
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(II)
After the wedding, Su Mian returned to her normal life.
Though she appeared young, she handled news assignments with the same competence as veteran employees—if not better.
Chi Suisui had always intended to nurture her, and now she valued Su Mian even more.
So when a submission arrived at the news agency—a tip-off about a family in another district of Nan City—Chi Suisui handed the task to Su Mian, reminding her, “I’ll arrange a bodyguard for you.”
Su Mian skimmed the letter.
The submission accused a family of owing money. Though they had planned to sell their house to repay the debt, the lender had already forced their daughter into working at a bar.
Su Mian was shocked that such things still happened in 2020.
But hearsay wasn’t reliable. She needed to investigate herself.
The address in the letter matched a club called Renjian , which she, Chi Suisui, and Dr. Song had visited before. Su Mian wasn’t worried.
Still, Chi Suisui assigned a discreet bodyguard to ensure her safety.
To avoid drawing attention, the bodyguard stayed hidden, pretending not to know her.
Su Mian initially thought the letter exaggerated, but reality proved far more shocking. She nearly froze in disbelief.
After gathering evidence, she decisively intervened.
A strange girl suddenly barging in caught the attention of the beer-bellied leader, who sneered, “Little girl, did you walk into the wrong place?”
His eyes roamed appreciatively over her. Clearly, this newcomer was quite the catch.
Su Mian yanked the girl off the floor. “This is exactly where I meant to be.”
Understanding dawned on the man, and he winked. “You—want to take her place? That works too.”
Su Mian scoffed. “Dream on.”
Without hesitation, she splashed a drink in his face, leaving him stunned.
She relished the moment, feeling the same satisfaction Chi Suisui must have felt when she once poured water on a scumbag. Experiencing it firsthand was even better.
Wiping his face, the man snarled, “Close the door!”
Before his henchmen could move, Chi Suisui’s bodyguard stepped in, blocking them while Su Mian stood safely behind.
The commotion drew Song Chengrui’s attention from nearby.
Just as he approached, he saw Su Mian brandishing a thin arm, glaring fiercely. “Say another word, and I’ll have someone break your jaw.”
Adorably fierce.
Song Chengrui spoke up. “What’s going on here?”
No one in Nan City failed to recognize Song Chengrui.
At his voice, the room fell silent. The beer-bellied man’s arrogance vanished instantly, knowing full well he couldn’t act recklessly in Nan City.
“Mr. Song…”
Standing in the dim corridor, half-lit by the room’s glow, Song Chengrui cut an imposing figure.
“He tried to force her,” Su Mian explained matter-of-factly, unfazed by his presence. “So I had someone beat him up.”
This was Song Chengrui’s second encounter with Su Mian since his sister’s wedding.
Su Mian hadn’t worn formal attire, opting instead for a knee-length dress that accentuated her youthful appearance.
Song Chengrui raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
The beer-bellied man stammered, clearly guilty.
With Song Chengrui there, the situation resolved quickly. Su Mian achieved her goal and thanked him sincerely. “Thank you.”
Before Song Chengrui could respond, the girl Su Mian had saved blushed and spoke up. “Thank you, Mr. Song.”
“…?”
Su Mian was stunned. Hadn’t she been the one to save her?
She watched in disbelief as the girl bypassed her to thank Song Chengrui, accidentally bumping into her in the process.
Song Chengrui steadied her.
Though slender, Su Mian’s frame carried unexpected softness, leaving an impression.
He couldn’t help recalling her appearance at the wedding.
Rolling her eyes, Su Mian quipped, “Mr. Song sure has his share of luck with women.”
She had gone out of her way to save someone, only to be ignored.
Glancing at Song Chengrui, she noted his handsome face and elegant demeanor, realizing once again that it was a world ruled by appearances.
Song Chengrui, however, remained indifferent.
He’d seen it all before and found it tiresome.
In a low voice, he said, “Don’t tell my sister about this.”
Su Mian blinked. “I won’t.”
Later, Song Chengrui arranged for a car to safely send her home. In the group chat, she recounted the incident, inevitably mentioning him.
By the time Song Chengrui received Song Miaoli’s call, he knew his request had been futile.
Fortunately, Su Mian had praised him, bringing him slight relief.
The next day, he saw the beer-bellied man’s name plastered across the news. The article was scathing, filled with biting words.
The video omitted the scene of Su Mian ordering someone to beat him up, but Song Chengrui remembered it vividly. She hadn’t seemed like the type—sweet and innocent at first glance.
First impressions were indeed unreliable.
Song Chengrui had once formed a stereotypical image of Su Mian based on Song Miaoli’s descriptions. Now, he was glad he hadn’t offended her.
Otherwise, who knew when he might end up in the headlines?
He certainly didn’t want to be the first playboy of Nan City to make the front page.
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(III)
In Nan City’s social circles, everyone played together.
Chi Suisui had grown up pampered, attending top-tier schools and mingling with elite friends.
In He Xingwang’s memories, the person he saw most often was Song Miaoli.
He found her lively personality intriguing, wondering how she and Chi Suisui got along—though, upon reflection, he realized he was the quieter one.
Chi Suisui’s world revolved entirely around herself.
In elementary school, they attended the same school. Every day, as He Xingwang walked her to and from school, he’d see boys delivering love letters to her.
Chi Suisui always smiled politely while rejecting them.
He stood by, watching her interact with others. Though she was turning them down, he felt oddly unaffected.
He Xingwang received love letters too.
Blushing girls would stand before him, but his mind invariably drifted to Chi Suisui—proud, spoiled, and every bit the little princess.
Chi Suisui spoke to him without reserve, often ordering him around for trivial tasks.
Carrying her was perhaps the most frequent chore.
He Xingwang still remembered the sensation of her warmth in his arms.
When they moved in together in college, he knew they would marry someday, but he hadn’t expected their parents to have arranged it long ago.
Half-reluctantly, half-eagerly, He Xingwang began cohabiting with Chi Suisui.
He even felt a flicker of anticipation.
At first, nothing extraordinary happened. Over time, he grew accustomed to having Chi Suisui around.
He adjusted to making breakfast and waiting for her to come downstairs.
Chi Suisui remained as polished as ever, though she had become livelier, her smile radiant and her interactions with him as carefree as always.
Her life brimmed with vitality, while his remained unchanged.
Yet, marriage followed naturally.
Occasionally, Chi Suisui felt guilty for not contributing more, so she learned to cook fish for him, carefully remembering the seasonings.
Though the dish didn’t look impressive, he genuinely enjoyed it.
At first, the taste wasn’t great.
He Xingwang didn’t know what he was eating—perhaps it was Chi Suisui’s effort or simply the flavor itself.
Unbeknownst to him, he had fallen for her long ago.
Having grown accustomed to her presence, he cherished everything about her, from the meals she prepared to every aspect of their shared life.
He Xingwang’s life was irrevocably tied to hers.
From childhood to adulthood, nothing had changed. Chi Suisui remained the same, unwavering as they grew up together and eventually married.
-----The End-----
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