Song Yansheng's "not quite right" made Ji Xiangling pause for a moment. She looked at him, her eyes full of disbelief.
"How is that possible? If it's not right, then why did you marry Shi Nuan, especially when Shi Nuan was your nephew's fiancée? I don't believe it..."
The smile remained on Song Yansheng's lips, his gaze was calm, but undoubtedly, he was more handsome than he was six years ago.
And much more mature.
Xiangling first liked Song Yansheng because of his looks, but she wasn't a woman who only judged men by their appearance.
More than looks, she valued feeling. She first saw Song Yansheng when she was ten years old. A ten-year-old girl might not yet understand what love is.
But after that day, his image often appeared in her mind.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't forget it.
Because her mother was busy with work, she rarely had the chance to go to the Song Family Mansion, and she rarely had the chance to see Song Yansheng.
