Fang Panpan thought Qin Xiaorou was a beautiful and gentle girl.

Her face was small, her eyes were big, and her nose was delicate and straight.

Qin Xiaorou was wearing a white wedding dress, shining brightly in the light.

In terms of face, Qin Xiaorou was not the most beautiful.

But her temperament was extraordinary.

The members of the Qin family had been high-ranking officials for generations, so Qin Xiaorou's temperament was much better than that of ordinary girls.

Even Fang Panpan had to admit that in terms of temperament, Qin Yu was much inferior to Qin Xiaorou.

After all, Qin Yu was just a common girl while Qin Xiaorou was just like a princess of the ancient royal family.

Fang Panpan was filled with jealousy.

No wonder Qiao Shaoting married Qin Xiaorou, who was outstanding.

Fang Panpan guessed that Qiao Shaoting must have fallen in love with Qin Xiaorou.

"Men were all jerks. They change the one they love so quickly," Fang Panpan thought.

Later, Fang Panpan went out of the bathroom.

In order not to be discovered by Qin Yu, Fang Panpan had hidden in the bathroom and watched the wedding with her mobile phone just now.

However, as soon as Fang Panpan came out, she saw Qin Yu staring in a certain direction.

That was the leisure seat area on the first floor of the shop.

Fang Panpan didn't know when two female customers came.

The two women were holding their phones and discussing excitedly.

"Oh my God! What a grand wedding! But why can't we see the inside of the wedding? I want to see what the banquet looks like."

"Don't even think about it. After all, it's the wedding of the president of the North. It's not that easy to see it. But since the outside is luxurious and beautiful, the inside must be very amazing."

"The bride is so beautiful and elegant. I don't know what the president looks like. I didn't see him in the camera."

"It's not easy for us to see the president. The reporters can't take pictures of him. But I heard that he is very handsome. Some media said that the current president of the North is the most handsome president in history."

Fang Panpan was taken aback.

She was afraid that Qin Yu would be sad again, so she was about to drive away from the two women but was stopped by Qin Yu.

Qin Yu looked away and said in a low voice, "They are our customers. Let them chat there."

"Xiaoyu," Fang Panpan asked worriedly, "are you okay?"

"I am fine. Don't worry about me," Qin Yu forced a big smile and said. "Maybe I scared you yesterday. That was because I was out of control. I have recovered since this morning."

Qin Yu pointed at her mouth and said, "See? I can still smile."

Looking at the forced smile on Qin Yu's face, Fang Panpan felt terrible.

This morning, Qin Yu seemed fine, and she came to the shop as usual.

But Fang Panpan thought Qin Yu was just pretending as if nothing had happened. Qin Yu must still be sad.

"Xiaoyu, why don't you go home and have a rest? I can stay in the shop alone," Fang Panpan said.

Qin Yu shook her head and said, "I am really fine. Don't worry. It's all over. Do you think I'll be sad when I hear Qiao Shaoting's wedding today? I'm not sad at all. On the contrary, I want to congratulate him on his happy wedding."

Fang Panpan was speechless.

After a moment, Qin Yu said in a low voice, "Fortunately, I..."

Fang Panpan was stunned. "What?"

Qin Yu looked a little absent-minded. "Nothing."

Fortunately, when Qin Yu rushed out last night, Qiao Shaoting was no longer there.

If Qiao Shaoting were still there, she would have done something terrible.

Maybe Qin Yu couldn't control herself and told Qiao Shaoting not to get married.

Fortunately, Qiao Shaoting left.

Although Qin Yu didn't see today's wedding, she could feel that it must be the grandest and most beautiful wedding from the two female customers' narration.

How great it was!

Qin Yu and Qiao Shaoting lived their own lives.

Qiao Shaoting got married and had a new wife. He must be happy.

Qin Yu thought she would continue to run her bakery happily.

...

At a residence in City A, a man was dissatisfied with the woman bringing a little girl here.

He said in a voice dripping with sarcasm, "You came here with a little girl. What the hell is that? Why don't you give that girl to your husband?"

The woman smiled awkwardly.

Because the man was ten years younger than her, she had to fawn on him.

She didn't dare to tell the man about Chen Yue. If she did, the man would be suspicious and afraid, and even she would be abandoned.

The woman leaned against the man and said softly, "Honey, the girl will be with us for the time being. Sooner or later, she will be sent away. Don't worry."

The man looked at the frightened girl and asked, "What's her name?"

The woman tried to please the man, "Honey, your surname is Lin, so from now on, her name is Lin Diudiu."

"Lin Diudiu," the man said and then strode towards the girl. He walked up to her and kicked her hard. "She is a bastard that no one wants."

The girl felt pain. If it were other children of the same age, they would have cried loudly.

But the girl didn't dare to cry,

She could only close her mouth tightly, and her black, big eyes were filled with tears.

The man gave her a kick to vent his anger.

Then he said to the woman, "You have to discipline her. Don't make me unhappy, or I will throw her away at any time."

Then the man turned around and walked into the bedroom.

The woman glared at the girl and said, "Did you hear that? Don't make any trouble for me, or I'll teach you a lesson."

The girl lowered her head and didn't dare to say a word.

At the same time, in the villa of the Pei family, the life that should belong to the girl was possessed by another girl.

She was wearing a beautiful dress and drinking milk sent by air from Japan, looking arrogant and willful.

In Qiao Palace, it was the first night of the wedding between Qiao Shaoting and Qin Xiaorou.

However, the bride stayed alone.

It was getting later and later, but Qiao Shaoting hadn't come back yet.

Qin Xiaorou was sitting on the bed. She had waited for a long time.

Finally, she stood up, walked to the window, and looked out.

Qiao Shaoting had already told her everything, but she still had a glimmer of hope.

On the first night of their wedding, at least Qiao Shaoting should come back.

But Qin Xiaorou didn't expect that Qiao Shaoting would completely ignore her.

Qin Xiaorou sat at the desk in the bedroom.

She took out the paper and pen and began to draw.

The painting was Qiao Shaoting's face.

When Qin Xiaorou was fourteen, she saw the man she had never forgotten since then.

Old Mrs. Qiao couldn't help but call Qiao Shaoting.

It was such a good day. Old Mrs. Qiao didn't want to scold Qiao Shaoting, but she couldn't help it.

It was so late, but Qiao Shaoting still hadn't come back. He had gone too far.

The phone was quickly connected.

(to be continued)