Chapter 875
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Night had just fallen, but the entrance to City Clubhouse was already filled with reporters from various media outlets. The guests hadn't even entered the venue yet, but the cameras were already flashing non-stop.
Song Qingchun arrived with Song Menghwa. The car had just stopped at the end of the red carpet, and before the door even opened, the reporters, who had already received the news, rushed toward the car.
Song Qingchun lifted the hem of her dress and bent down to get out of the car. She was immediately surrounded by the flashing lights and clicking noises.
She maintained her natural smile as she supported Song Menghwa. Under the glare of the cameras, they gracefully stepped on the red carpet and stepped into the glittering venue.
The whole City Clubhouse had been booked by Song Empire. The venue was organized by Fang Rou, and it was decorated like a crystal palace.
The venue was about one hundred meters wide, and half of Beijing's rich and powerful families had already gathered.
Everyone was dressed to the nines, and they gathered together with smiles on their faces as they chatted happily.
After entering the venue, Song Qingchun didn't stay long with Song Menghwa before the butler arrived to accompany Song Menghwa to meet his old friends.
Song Qingchun, who was free, held a glass of water as she slowly walked toward the group of socialites.
Song Qingchun stood there and chatted with the young ladies when a commotion came from the entrance. She and the other ladies turned subconsciously to see Su Zhinian in a black suit, surrounded by reporters from various media outlets, step into the venue.
Some of the reporters chased after him for an interview, but they were stopped outside the venue. They did not give up and pointed their microphones at Su Zhinian's back.
Su Zhinian seemed to have gotten used to this kind of attention. He walked calmly into the venue. It was not until he reached the light in the middle of the hall that he started to look around like he was looking for something.
It was not until his eyes met Song Qingchun's that he stopped looking. He nodded slightly at her before starting to chat with the nobles who had surrounded him to greet him.
There was still half an hour until the anniversary celebration. Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian both had their own social circles to deal with, so they didn't run into each other.
Among the socialites who were close to Song Qingchun, there were two whose babies had just turned one month old. They stood together, and as new mothers, they couldn't stop talking about their babies. Even when their babies peed on the bag that they had bought for hundreds of thousands of RMB, they would talk about it happily.
Song Qingchun stood to the side with a smile on her face. She maintained her silence and didn't respond, but her hand unconsciously moved to touch her stomach.
In another ten or so hours, she and her baby would be separated forever.
Song Qingchun lowered her eyes to hide the sadness at the bottom of her eyes, and her mood plummeted.
She barely managed to steady herself and stood there to listen for a while. Then, she quietly pulled away and found a seat in the corner to sit down.
Song Qingchun sat there alone for less than half a minute when the phone in her purse vibrated. She pulled it out and saw it was a message from Su Zhinian.
She turned around unconsciously and saw Su Zhinian surrounded by several men in leather shoes. He leaned elegantly against the bar counter, and his head was lowered as he played with his phone while the group of people conversed with each other.
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