toilet, cafe, and courtyard house were always places for gossip.

Song Ci really wanted to tell Han Zhan: I saw your little niece messing with Jiang Bi.

But she was also afraid of scaring Han Zhan’s little heart, so Song Ci could only hold it in. Moreover, Song Ci also didn’t know the relationship between Han Wangwang and Jiang Bi. If she rashly concluded, she might hurt Han Wangwang’s heart.

From a different perspective, Han Wangwang could like whoever she liked. Why did Song Ci care so much? Wasn’t the reason why Xiaoming’s grandfather could live to 98 because he never interfered?

Dong!

Dong!

Suddenly, a solemn bell sounded from the speaker.

The emcee stood below the stage and reminded everyone loudly, “Everyone, please be quiet. The auspicious hour has arrived. Let the bride enter!”

Hearing this, everyone quietened down.

Yan Jiang’s back was facing the door as he stood on the small circular stage in the middle of the red carpet.

Yan Jiang’s hair was too short and not suitable for styling, so the stylist put on a wig for him. Today, Yan Jiang was wearing a black gentleman suit with a swallow-tail suit. Two letters were pinned to the bottom two buttons of the jacket: F and J.

A silver chain was connected to two letters. His love for Song Fei was exposed everywhere.

Yan Jiang’s hands were draped over his chest. He was holding a bouquet of flowers and taking deep breaths. He was about to see Song Fei in a wedding gown and was so nervous that he didn’t know where to put his hands and feet.

Song Fei strode into the venue.

She was wearing a neck-length light V-neck wedding gown that revealed her sexy and beautiful back. Her curls were all rolled up and she was not wearing a veil. Instead, she was wearing a lacy wedding gown that covered half her face.

She walked up to Yan Jiang and patted his shoulder gently.

Yan Jiang slowly turned back and took a glance, carefully engraving Song Fei’s appearance today in the depths of his soul. Seeing Song Fei in a wedding gown, smiling at him, Yan Jiang suddenly supported his forehead with his hand, lowered his head, and cried.

Everyone was speechless.

Indeed!

Song Fei did a shocking thing. She pulled Yan Jiang’s head down, pressed him into her arms, and patted his back gently. “Why are you crying? Don’t cry.”

Yan Jiang hugged Song Fei and cried. “Ah Fei, I... I am so happy. I finally married you.”

Yan Jiang was sobbing non-stop, but the audience roared with laughter. After attending so many wedding ceremonies, this was the first time they saw the groom crying so exaggeratedly in the bride’s arms.

Song Ci laughed so hard that she fell into Han Zhan’s arms. “Oh my, this crybaby is indeed a coward.”

Yan Jiang had maintained his arrogant image in the entertainment circles for so many years. At this moment, his image suddenly collapsed.

The leaders of Yan Jiang’s fan club, who had been invited to attend the wedding, looked at each other when they saw him crying.

Who would have thought that a seemingly frivolous and unruly boy who dissed the entire entertainment circle actually had a crying baby in his heart?

Is this the true face of an idol?