I Was Seduced Into a Marriage After Failing to Charm the Tyrannical Bigshot

Shen Hanyu and Sang Qianqian's wedding was extremely low-key, and the guests invited this time were all familiar relatives and friends.

Not even the media knew about it.

It stands to reason that Xie Shi'an, who is far away in the capital, cannot know.

But thinking about the relationship between Ruan Xiaoshuang and Xie Shi'an, it seemed normal for Xie Shi'an to know that she was going to get married.

However, it was not normal for him to come all the way on the wedding day.

"What is he here for?"

Sang Qianqian's heart sank slightly, "Does Han Yu know he's coming?"

"I don't know yet, Shen Hanyu is entertaining guests in the front hall. Wen Xu stopped Xie Shi'an from the door and didn't let him in."

Sang Minglang squeezed the space between his brows, "Xie Shi'an said he wanted to see you, and he had something to tell you. I see his posture, and it means that he won't leave if you don't see him."

Xie Shi'an also brought a lot of people, all carrying gifts.

In a sense, he can also be regarded as a guest who came to congratulate the wedding.

It would be unsightly and unlucky to be violent on the big day.

Sang Qianqian thought for a while, "Brother, go and ask him to come in."

Yun Li was a little nervous, "Qianqian, today is your wedding day, do you really want to see Xie Shi'an? Aren't you afraid Mr. Shen will be jealous?"

Sang Minglang also glanced at his sister who was wearing a wedding dress, "You look like this, it's not appropriate for him to come to you, right?"

"I'm not done yet."

Sang Qian smiled slightly, "Let Han Yu come over by the way. There is nothing between me and Xie Shi'an that Han Yu can't listen to."

When Xie Shi'an followed Sang Minglang in.

Suddenly seeing Sang Qianqian in a wedding dress, she was stunned.

"Shallow."

With just this cry, Xie Shi'an's throat seemed to be blocked.

The hand hanging by her side was tightly clenched into a fist, and then, a little red appeared at the end of her eyes.

If he hadn't left at that time, he would have been the one who married her today.

She should have been his bride.

Sang Qianqian walked towards him.

Xie Shi'an froze all over, and even his breathing seemed to be stagnant.

However, the girl passed him straight, and walked behind Xie Shi'an. The man standing at the door spoke softly, "Han Yu."

Shen Hanyu hugged the girl, narrowed his eyes and glanced at Xie Shi'an, and lowered his sharpness.

"Xie Shi'an, didn't you say that you must see me and tell me something?"

Sang Qianqian said lightly: "Now we can talk."

Xie Shi'an turned around and looked at Shen Hanyu and Sang Qianqian's eyes, which were strangely complicated.

They stood together half-embracing, the girl was pretty and well-behaved, the man's aura was reserved and cold, and the way he looked down at the girl was gentle and affectionate.

Even Xie Shi'an had to admit that they were indeed a good match.

Xie Shi'an's eyes hurt a little from being stabbed, and so did his heart.

His lips moved, and what he wanted to say seemed to be blocked by something, making him unable to speak.

In the end, after settling his mind, what he said was another rhetoric.

"Actually, there's nothing to say. I just heard that you're getting married, so I came here to give you some congratulatory gifts. I remember you said that you liked Tasmine's cherry blossom crystal vases in the early years, but those are out of print and can't be bought."

Xie Shi'an's voice sounded warm and peaceful, just like when he spoke to her in the hospital back then, "I managed to get the manufacturer to re-produce a complete set, and there are matching crystal tableware, I hope you will like it."

Sang Qianqian was silent for a while, feeling a little complicated.

Tasmine is a well-known high-end home furnishing brand abroad. Although Xie Shi'an said it lightly, there must have been a lot of hard work behind it.

No matter how embarrassing she was when he suddenly broke up and disappeared.

But in those four years, he treated her really well enough.

Warm, but not too close, with a sense of propriety, just like today.

"Thank you." She said softly, "I also hope to hear good news from you soon."

It was clearly a word of blessing.

However, Xie Shi'an only felt that his mouth was bitter, like coptis, until it reached his internal organs.

However, he still didn't say anything, he raised his foot and walked out, when he passed by Shen Hanyu's side, his footsteps paused.

"Shen Hanyu, you are really lucky."

Xie Shi'an smiled at Shen Hanyu's gloomy black eyes, but his smile was a bit miserable, "Congratulations. Treat her well."

Shen Hanyu had no expression on his face, and his tone was indifferent: "I will."

After Xie Shi'an left, Wen Xu and Sang Minglang who were outside the door came in.

"This man also left a check on those gift boxes."

Wen Xu handed it over to Sang Qianqian, and his tone was a little strange, "The amount is quite large, sister, do you want it? If you don't want it, I'll give it back to him."

The amount is indeed quite large, four six, followed by tens of millions.

"What he gave was a wedding gift, so it would be inappropriate to return it."

Sang Minglang twitched his lips, and took the check, "I'll have someone register it later. When he gets married, Qianqian, ask Shen Hanyu to send back the original amount. If he doesn't send it, the Sang family will pay the money." .”

"Don't bother big brother."

Shen Hanyu's deep voice sounded slowly: "I will double the gift for Qianqian."

"Qianqian, take good care of your husband from now on."

Sang Minglang frowned, "If you have money, you can't be such a prodigal."

Give it away at every turn, even if you give it to his sister, and if your rival gets married, he will double the gift.

What a prodigal son.

Sang Qian smiled, "Understood. I will take care of him."

When the wedding sonata sounded.

Sang Qianqian took the arm of her father Sang Pengcheng, walked on the magpie bridge paved with hundreds of flowers, and walked to the other side step by step. Wearing a neat black suit, she stood tall and stared at the man she approached with a smile.

Seeing Shen Hanyu, she was inexplicably nervous, and finally relaxed a little.

Sang Pengcheng held his daughter's hand tightly, the smile on his face was so crowded that the wrinkles appeared better.

Finally, they walked in front of Shen Hanyu.

"Han Yu, my daughter, I will leave it to you in the future."

Sang Pengcheng put his daughter's hand into Shen Hanyu's big palm, feeling relieved and reluctant at the same time.

The moment Shen Hanyu held Sang Qianqian's hand.

Against the background of the lavender starry sky, thousands of stars twinkled and hundreds of flowers suddenly bloomed. The venue was as beautiful as a fairyland.

And they, like a pair of people in a fairyland, are a match made in heaven.

The host read out the wedding vows emotionally, and then the bride and groom exchanged rings.

Shen Hanyu's dark eyes had a deep smile, he gently held the girl's ring finger, and put the "Pink Love" on her.

All the guests at the venue looked at them intently, waiting with bated breath for this exciting moment.

When the rings were finally exchanged and they clasped their fingers, the audience cheered.

An extremely slight, inaudible sound was drowned in the excited cheers.

There was a ray of icy cold light that quickly sank into Shen Hanyu's back on the magpie bridge, as fast as the stream of stars flashing across the sky above his head.

Shen Hanyu snorted and staggered suddenly.

Sang Qianqian hugged him subconsciously, and when she touched his back, she felt sticky and warm blood.

Sang's shallow face turned pale in an instant.