Chapter 650
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As Su Zhinian thought about it, he tore open the envelope, and a red card floated out to land on top of the pile of documents on the bed.
When Su Zhinian bent down to pick up the card, he tossed the envelope to the side.
The design of the card was intricately designed. It had the word 'invitation' written in black, a red heart, and a gilded 'double happiness'. It was romantic and festive.
So, Song Menghwa had sent him an invitation, and it was an invitation for a wedding …
Who's having a wedding in the Song family?
Su Zhinian's hand that was drying his hair stopped. He stared at the 'double happiness' emotionlessly for a long time before his eyelids fluttered twice. He tossed the towel on the bedside table and pulled on the red string.
The first thing that entered his eyes was a picture of Song Qingchun and Qin Yinan.
In the picture, Song Qingchun was leaning against a wall filled with flowers, her eyes lowered with a smile. Qin Yinan had one hand beside her ear and the other holding her hand, his head slightly lowered as he stared at her.
Su Zhinian's lips twitched unnaturally, and his gaze slowly moved down the picture.
"Present, a wedding ceremony for my daughter, Song Qingchun, will be held on January 9th, 2017, December 12th, 2016, Chinese calendar. The wedding banquet has been prepared, and Su Zhinian is invited."
"Venue: Beijing World Hotel."
"Time: 12 pm."
Below the invitation were the words that had been designed by the special effects. "Holding your hand, growing old with your child."
There were only a few words on the invitation, but Su Zhinian read them more than ten times without blinking before his eyes landed on the words' Song Qingchun's wedding ceremony '.
Song Qingchun's wedding ceremony, wedding ceremony, wedding ceremony, wedding ceremony …
It was not until the word 'wedding' appeared in Su Zhinian's vision that his brain started to react. Oh, so Song Menghwa had sent him an invitation for Song Qingchun's wedding …
Su Zhinian felt like he had walked into a dream. He subconsciously reached out to pinch his arm. It was not until the sharp pain drilled into his heart that he realized he was not dreaming; Song Qingchun was really getting married.
There was obvious panic at the bottom of Su Zhinian's eyes. In his panic, he forgot to loosen his grip on his arm.
He stood beside the bed in a daze, like a statue, holding the wedding invitation motionlessly.
Outside the window, the warm afternoon sun slowly slanted to the west. It was not until night fell and the church bell rang that Su Zhinian pulled his gaze away from the invitation.
He stared blankly out the window and stared at the lights not far away for a moment before nodding slowly. He told himself in his heart that it was getting dark and it was time for him to eat dinner.
Su Zhinian put down the invitation, turned around calmly, and went downstairs.
He didn't look any different from his usual self. He calmly walked into the dining room, slowly opened the fridge, took out eggs, tomatoes, and a bag of noodles, and went into the kitchen.
After cutting the tomatoes, he realized he had forgotten to wash them.
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