He Is My Husband

Wu Chenjin's grip stiffened, and he actually broke the pen. The gloominess on his body could not be suppressed.

"He is my husband," Song Nuanyi continued.

With a thud, the notebook and pen fell to the ground. The doctor and Song Nuanyi could clearly see that the pen had been broken in two.

He coughed lightly and quickly picked it up. He put the broken pen into his pocket casually and complained, "The quality of the pens in your hospital is too poor."

Song Nuanyi chuckled and reached out her hand to him. "Carry me."

Wu Chenjin muttered, "So troublesome." However, he squatted down to let her come up.

The doctor watched the young couple leave and sighed while shaking his head.

Downstairs of the Song family residence, Song Nuanyi looked speechlessly at the man who was still smiling foolishly. She shook her head and got out of the car. If she stayed any longer, she might not be able to resist punching him.

Wu Chenjin put away the smile on his face and began to think about what could have caused this abnormal behavior of Song Nuanyi.

He made a phone call. "Help me investigate what happened to Song Nuanyi recently. Also, help me investigate Cao Yuhan's whereabouts."

He knew how much Song Nuanyi liked Cao Yuhan, so he could not bear for her to be sad. However, her sudden change must be because of what Cao Yuhan had done. If he knew what Cao Yuhan had done to her, he would go to the Cao family to settle the score.

Song Nuanyi had left for a long time, but he did not leave. He sat in the car, lit a cigarette, and looked at the brightly lit room on the second floor.

Through the window, he could vaguely see a figure swaying inside, he bit the cigarette and laughed. "It's so late at night, and you don't even know how to close the curtains. What if someone sneaks in? Fortunately, this young master is watching over you."

Young Master Jing was not aware that he was being a creep. He peered at her window in the name of protection.

The next day, she was woken up early in the morning and started to prepare for today's wedding banquet.

She put on the same wedding dress as in her previous life, looked at the things in her hands, and smiled. "Cao Yuhan, I'll do you a big favor."

Elder Song, who had not appeared all this while, suddenly appeared in her room and said, "After you get married, you'll be an adult. Don't be willful anymore. I'm old, and I can't control you anymore. You'll have to rely on yourself for the rest of your life."

Song Nuanyi looked at the man in front of her who seemed to have aged a lot. A complicated look flashed across her eyes. He was not a good father, but he had given her a home. She shouted impulsively, "Father, do you... love me?"

Elder song's body stiffened. He turned his back and said in a low voice, "Get ready. I'll wait for you outside."

Song Nuanyi's eyes stung as she held back tears. She tried hard to smile on her pale face. She really wanted to ignore it, but... she could not.

...

The car slowly drove on the way to the wedding banquet. No one spoke in the car, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. Even the driver could not help but turn around to look. They were obviously father and daughter, but they kept a straight face and did not say a word. It was as if there was a huge gap between them.

When they reached the hotel, Elder Song said, "Remember, don't cause trouble."

He knew his daughter very well, so of course, he noticed that she had changed.

Song Nuanyi did not answer. She was afraid that she would disappoint him today. She would not be pushed around by others anymore.

She raised her head as if she was going to the battlefield. With a fearless and desperate aura, she arrived at the banquet entrance and was welcomed into a room. She listened to the music outside and the voice of the emcee.

The emcee said, "Let's invite the bride in!"

She quickly sent out a message. Her heart was a little nervous, and her palms were sweating.

Someone knocked on the door, and she followed them out. She held Elder Song's hand and walked to the hall. She walked step by step toward Cao Yuhan, who was standing on the stage. There was music coming from the surrounding speakers.

Cao Yuhan was wearing a white suit. He stood in front of her with a cold gaze. There was not even a trace of a smile on his face. He looked at Song Nuanyi who was walking toward him without a trace of emotion. It was not like he was looking at his wife, but instead, it was like he was looking at a stranger.