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Song Qinglan only felt relieved when she heard He Wanping's words.

Song Wanqing had already put on her makeup in the dressing room. Her facial features were not ugly to begin with, so wearing the wedding dress made her look even more beautiful.

She had longed for this day to come, but when it really did come, she couldn't be happy at all.

As she sat in front of the makeup mirror thinking, a knock sounded on the door.

"Come in."

Zhang Ma walked in with a warm water container in her hand, a big smile on her face.

"Eldest Miss, it will take a long time before you eat anything. Drink this bowl of soup first."

"Mrs Zhang, thank you, but I can't eat."

"Miss, it's better to eat it. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain myself."

Seeing Zhang Ma's awkward expression, Song Wanqing sighed and finally took the thermos. She poured out the soup inside and drank a few mouthfuls.

Only then did Mrs Zhang leave.

There was still an hour before the wedding.

After the makeup artists finished dressing Song Wanqing's face, they left. Right now, there was only Song Wanqing in the dressing room.

Song Wanqing did not continue to drink the soup. It was time to go to the resting room. As soon as she got up, she felt dizzy and she could not stand up and fell backwards.

"What's going on, why hasn't the bride come out yet?"

The wedding was about to begin, and the bride was supposed to be standing at the other end of the red carpet, waiting for the wedding to begin.

However, Song Wanqing hadn't appeared yet, and there were already discussions among the guests.

Old Man Fu frowned.

"Yan Ting, go and see what's going on?"

Fu Yating was wearing a black suit today, which highlighted his tall and slender figure. Most of the women present were enthralled by Fu Yanting's handsome features.

Song Qinglan's fingers turned white from pinching her fingers together when she saw Fu Zating's attire. If it wasn't for that plan, she would have long since been unable to hold it in.

When Song Qinglan saw Fu Yating get up, she knew that Fu Yating was going to look for Song Shiqing. She quickly gave He Wanping a look.

"Yan Ting, let's go find elder sister together."

Fu Yitian stared at Song Qing Lan as a dark light flashed in his eyes. However, he did not reject Song Qing Lan's suggestion.

The three of them walked towards the resting room.

Within the resting room.

Song Wanqing was leaning on the sofa, not intending to wake up at all. There was a man standing in front of her. The man was looking at her with lecherous eyes, and his hands were trembling as he reached out for the wedding dress.

The man's hand finally touched the edge of the wedding dress and he was about to tear it apart.

The door was pushed open. The first person who saw it was a naked man.

"Oh my god, how can sister do such a thing?"

Song Qinglan covered her eyes, but she was still observing the situation on the other side through her fingers.

At this moment, the unconscious Song Wanqing woke up and pushed the man away. Before she could react, a figure rushed up and five finger prints landed on her face.

"You bitch! "Our Song Family's face has been completely lost by you."

The one who rushed up was He Wanping.

This slap woke Song Wanqing up from her stupor.

She hastily tidied up her wedding dress and looked at Fu Yating and Song Qinglan standing at the entrance. Song Qinglan was still in shock, but she couldn't hide the glee in her eyes.

"Yan Ting, don't blame your elder sister." "I heard before that elder sister had a boyfriend when she was at school. This man should be it."

Fu Yanting's cold gaze landed on that man. The man's body trembled as he knelt on the ground. He pointed at Song Wanqing and said, "Mister Fu, this has nothing to do with me. It's her. She's the one who called me here!"