Chapter 532
Mr. Nian, Your Wife Refuses To Be The Substitute
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532 My son has liked ning Qing for so many years!
Forget it.
She would not make things difficult for her son.
She thought that everything was going well, but the wedding ceremony was about to start, and the bride was still not here.
What was the meaning of this?
Stood their entire family up?
Mother Yanâs favorable impression of ning Qing suddenly dropped a lot.
After waiting for a while, the banquet father couldnât sit still anymore and left the guests to look for Yan Sichen.
Si Chen, everyoneâs here. Whereâs the bride? why isnât she here yet? â
Yan Sichenâs eyes flew out. Although there was still a smile on his face, the color of blood gradually faded.
something must have happened on the way, â he repeated. sheâll come.
Mother Yan was extremely anxious. Iâll call and ask.
Yan Sichen reached out and took it from her. He looked calm. mom, I told you that Qingqing will be here. Donât rush her. Sheâll be unhappy.
Mother Yanâs eyelids twitched and she exchanged a glance with father Yan. She finally saw that something was wrong with her son.
Si Chen, â she probed carefully, â did you have a fight with Qingqing? is she doing this on purpose because sheâs angry? â
The banquet father snorted coldly. He was already very unhappy.
no matter how unhappy she is, she should look at the occasion. Everyone is waiting. Does she not want to get married? â
âMom, dad, stop talking.â Yan Sichenâs expression did not look good and his eyes were filled with seriousness.
âI donât like you guys talking about her like that. Please donât say such things again.â
âIf you donât want us to say it, tell her to come quickly.â After saying this, the banquet father turned around and entered the banquet hall.
Not long after, the wedding emcee also came out.
He also felt strange when he saw the few of them looking around at the door.
The guests in the hall were already discussing the matter. The groomâs family was still waiting for the bride. They didnât know what they were doing.
He smiled and went forward. master Yan, the ceremony is about to start.
Yan Sichen was stunned. why is it so fast? â
âIâve set the time with you in advance. Itâs not good to miss the time.â
Yan Sichen pursed his lips. wait a little longer.
The host thought that this person was still not in a hurry even at such a critical moment.
He was about to say something when mother Yan pulled Yan Sichen to the side.
This time, she could not hold it in any longer. With a straight face, she asked, â explain to mom properly. What happened? whereâs ning Qing? â Is she not going to come at all?â
âSheâll come!â Yan Sichen immediately retorted:
Mother Yan was even more certain of her own conclusion. She felt that either ning Qing had gone crazy or her son had gone crazy.
âSince sheâs not coming, why did you still request for this wedding?â she said angrily. If she didnât come, it would have been canceled long ago!â
Now that so many people were laughing at the Yan family, where would she put her face in the future?
The more Yan mu thought about it, the angrier she got. When she turned around and saw the ning familyâs parents, the anger in her heart suddenly rushed up.
She quickly stepped forward and gave mother ning a hard push.
your ning family is really good at returning kindness with ingratitude. I donât know what kind of bewitching medicine my son has taken. He knows that your daughter wonât be coming, but he still wants to hold a wedding. Isnât this letting everyone come and laugh at us? â
Mother ning stumbled, but father ning caught her in time. He turned around and glared at her coldly. why did you hit me? â
your family played us like a fool. Shouldnât I have done it? â
The banquet mother had long lost her noble ladyâs demeanor and was so angry that her heart trembled.
my son has liked your ning Qing for so many years, and he has come all the way from abroad to get her back here. He is sincere to your ning Qing. If she doesnât like him, donât accept him. After she accepted him, she played us like this and trampled on my sonâs true heart. Is this the inexplicable sense of superiority that you poor people have? â