C2 It's a Funeral and It's also a Wedding

"Bride, please change into a wedding dress. "

This sentence pulled Ning Xia back from the abyss of despair to a more cruel reality.

Ning Xia's entire body was trembling, Soong Yichen that madman. . .

These people in front of her who were busy pretending for her clearly knew about this absurd thing, but they were numb to it as if it was normal.

Crazy, they were all crazy!

She suddenly pulled her crown, but in the next second, her hands were tightly held by someone. "Miss Ning, please cooperate. "

Ning Xia could not move and could only be at her mercy. Her entire body was cold.

Raising her head, she looked at the flaming red lips and watery eyes in the mirror. The exquisite jewelry and wedding dress made her look even more beautiful like jade.

She smiled sadly. Her face was full of sadness.

The sky was drizzling.

This was probably the most low-profile wedding ceremony in S City. There was no wedding procession, no bridesmaids, no guests.

The car drove on the empty road and Ning Xia could vaguely hear the cries of pain coming from not far away. Her body stiffened and when she thought of the portrait Soong Yichen asked her to hold, her face instantly turned pale.

This was not a wedding, this was Soong Qingchen's funeral!

When they got out of the car, four security guards surrounded Ning Xia, as if they were afraid that she would run away.

This gloomy atmosphere and the bleak and depressing atmosphere in the surroundings made Ning Xia on the verge of breaking down. She concentrated her footsteps and looked at the people who were not far away with painful expressions and mourning.

Even though they were so far away, she still saw Soong Yichen in the crowd.

He was wearing a black suit. His expression was solemn and solemn as if he had sunk into ice. He stood alone in the middle. Even so, it could not hide his handsome and straight face.

Ning Xia suppressed the despair in her heart and stared at his back. As if he had sensed something, he turned around and coldly swept a glance at Ning Xia.

"Miss Ning, please. " The security guard felt the signal from his eyes and immediately escorted Ning Xia to the mourning hall.

Ning Xia was pushed so hard that she could not keep up with the pace. The sound of crying and mourning music intertwined and she felt dizzy in front of her eyes.

"Bitch, who let you in!" Suddenly, a sharp and angry voice came from behind.

Before Ning Xia could recover her senses, her face was fiercely slapped. She did not stand up for a moment and was beaten to the point of half-kneeling on the ground.

She lifted her head and faced Liang Muying's face that was filled with hatred and hatred.

The pain of losing a son made this exquisite middle-aged woman who had taken good care of herself in the past instantly aged ten years. At this moment, all of her grief turned into hatred towards Ning Xia.

"You. . . You unpardonable sinner, it is all you who caused my son's death. I want you to pay with your life!"

As she spoke, Liang Muying ruthlessly slapped Ning Xia's other side of the face.

Ning Xia's head did not seem to belong to her and there was a sweet smell in her nose. She did not doubt that Liang Muying's two slaps had used up all of her strength.

"Auntie, it is not me. I do not know what happened to Qingchen. . . "

The bride's headwear had been scattered and Ning Xia was lying on the ground in a sorry state. She lifted her head and stubbornly explained.

"Shut up, you wicked and dirty woman. You are not qualified to call Qingchen by his name!" Liang Muying's entire body trembled violently and her voice was hoarse as she scolded with a sharp voice that sounded like she was crying.

The commotion on this side attracted many eyes. One by one, they looked at Ning Xia with surprise and disgust, making her feel as if she was being dismembered.

The complicated dispute and Liang Muying losing control were undoubtedly big news that shocked the hearts of people. A reporter who was watching from the side took the opportunity to secretly take pictures of everything.

Ning Xia moved her mouth but found that her entire body was so weak that she could not utter a single word. The rain and tears blurred her eyes and there were only unfamiliar and blurry faces scolding her.

She was like a rat crossing the street in their eyes. Everyone wanted to step on her.

The abyss was getting deeper and deeper, no one would be her salvation.

Until a deep and slightly hoarse male voice came from above her head. It was him. Ning Xia's heart rose and fell. She wanted to raise her head but was stabbed by the following words.

"Mom, Qingchen really likes her. Let's finish the wedding procedure and let him rest in peace. " Soong Yichen walked in front of Ning Xia and expressionlessly looked at the woman on the ground and pulled Liang Muying away.

Unexpectedly, Liang Muying pushed Soong Yichen away. The lines at the corner of her eyes were full of resentment. "It's all because of you. You don't have good intentions at all!"

"When you were young, it was not enough for you to disable his legs. When you grow up, you still need to find a jinx to stay by his side and harm him for the rest of his life!" Finishing, Liang Muying covered her face in pain.

Talking about Soong Qingchen's childhood experience, Soong Yichen's face stiffened and his thin lips tightly pursed. For a moment, he was speechless and seemed to be somewhat dejected.

Ning Xia curled up together and tightly hugged her knee. Her consciousness was somewhat scattered and she covered her ears blindly, but how could she not hide the insults and cries.

How could it be like this?

She had only been unconscious for a night but when she woke up, everything was different.

The big boy who always loved to laugh had disappeared overnight. The man who always had a cold expression but lived in her heart wished for her to die. Everyone wanted her to die. . .

When her hair was grabbed by someone, Ning Xia felt a tearing pain coming from the top of her head. It was as if her scalp was about to be lifted.

"You killed my son. Don't think about living a good life in this lifetime!" Liang Muying suddenly seemed to have lost her reason. She fiercely grabbed Ning Xia's hair and pulled her half way to Soong Qingchen's memorial tablet.

"Kneel down!" Liang Muying kicked Ning Xia's knee and the sharp heels seemed to want to separate her bones.

A cold chill came from the ground and Ning Xia's hands tightly held onto the ground. This was the first time in her life that she knelt down.

She had been the daughter of the Ning family since she was young. She had lived a life of arrogance and wildness. Even though the Ning family had fallen from grace, no one had ever made her kneel down. . .

It was as if she was trapped in a dense fog. She had no evidence or conditions to resist, and was forced to suffer all of these injuries.

"Kowtow to Qingchen!"

Ning Xia stubbornly straightened her neck. Very soon, two tall men behind her roughly pressed her head and forcefully pressed her to the ground.

Soong Yichen stood not far away. His gaze was very light, but it was still locked on that thin back that was unwilling to compromise. There was a trace of complexity in his eyes.

"Qingchen, it's not me. . . " A dull sound came from his forehead touching the cold porcelain tile. Along with Ning Xia's weak choking sound, it was very sad.

"Qingchen, it's not me. . . " The man's strength was heavier and Ning Xia's voice was outrageously hoarse.

"It's not me. . . "

At this time, the sound of police sirens could be heard, and the heavy footsteps were as gloomy as the weather.

"Please come with us. " The cold shackles locked Ning Xia's thin and thin wrist.

Her world was completely dark. . .