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It was Song Qing Lan's voice.

Fu Yanting rushed in.

Song Qing Lan sat on the floor, and her delicate feet turned red. There were broken bowls and hot soup all over the floor. Fu Yating carried Song Qing Lan in his arms and rushed to the tap to wash the swelling with cold water.

One could only imagine how serious it was when it spilled such a hot soup.

Seeing how concerned Fu Ting was for Song Qinglan, Song Wanqing bit her lips and did not say anything. She secretly put her hand behind her back. The back of her hand was also red, and the area on it was larger than Song Qinglan's.

Fu Yating wanted to bring Song Qinglan to apply the medicine, but he was stopped by the Old Master of the Fu Clan.

"Xianqing is your wife. I think that her injuries are not light. Go take a look."

Due to the authority of the Old Master, Fu Yating rudely grabbed Song Wanqing's hand. The large blisters on the back of his hand were extremely shocking.

"Yan Ting, you should know what to do."

Fu Yating clenched his teeth as he pulled Song Wanqing out of the kitchen. A trace of resentment flashed across Song Qinglan's eyes as she watched the two of them leave.

The blister on the back of Song Wanqing's hand was larger, so she needed needles and bandages. The servant hurried upstairs to look for these things.

Under the supervision of the Old Master of the Fu Clan, Fu Zhaoting helped Song Xianqing recover from her injuries. Since her hands were bandaged, Song Wanqing naturally could not continue cooking. She left the other dishes to Mama Zhang. As for the two or three dishes that she had prepared previously, they were all served at the same time.

After a simple dinner, the Old Master of the Fu family went back home. However, no one had expected that something bad would happen that night. Old Man Fu suddenly entered the hospital.

The moment the Song Family received the news, they immediately went to the hospital to see the Old Master of the Fu Family.

After rushing to the hospital to learn about the old man's condition, it turned out that the old man had eaten a little too much and had caused his stomach to feel unwell.

The next day, after the old man woke up, he set the date for the wedding for a week.

The old man stayed in the hospital for three days before he was discharged. These few days, Song Wanqing would visit the old man in the hospital every day, and the old man was getting more and more satisfied with her.

Because of the Old Master's request, Fu Yating announced the news to the media. As for the wedding, Fu sent invitations to most of the media.

Song Xianqing did not even dare to think about marrying Fu Yating. Now that it had finally happened, she was not happy at all.

The wedding was only a few days away, and there were still a lot of things to prepare. Naturally, the Song Family would not be so kind as to re-order the goods. Many of the items were prepared for Song Qinglan. As for the wedding dress, it was too late to purchase it temporarily. In the end, she took the one Song Qinglan wore earlier and changed it to instead.

"Mom, those things are mine, how can you give them to that bitch Song Xianqing?"

"Silly girl, since when did your mother not side with you?" "She will definitely not be able to smoothly marry to Yan Ting."

Hearing He Wanping's words, Song Qinglan let out a sigh of relief.

There was supposed to be a photo shoot, but there wasn't much time left for the wedding. Fu Yanting had many other matters to attend to, so he naturally didn't bother taking pictures of his wedding dress.

Soon, it was the wedding day.

The venue for the wedding was the one that Fu Yating had arranged with Song Qinglan. However, the scene was bigger than before. Because the Old Master of the Fu Family was present, many of the Fu Family's elders were present as well.

Song Qinglan sat in a corner as she looked at the guests with hatred.

Even though she knew that these people were here for the Old Master of the Fu Family, Song Qinglan still felt uncomfortable in her heart. The last time she had married Fu Yanting, these people had not been present.

He really didn't know what was so good about that b * tch Song Wanqing. How did she get into the old man's eyes?

Fortunately, she knew that the next wedding wouldn't be so smooth. Otherwise, wouldn't that slut's tail end up in the sky?

"Mom, is the item ready?"

"Don't worry, it's already been prepared." I've already asked Mama Zhang to carry it in. Let's just wait and see a good show. "