Fortunately, Gong Shiheng is a measured person. If Xiao Sheng were alone, he would definitely not let it go easily.
Song Xiang blushed and ran back, followed by Xiao Sheng. Gong Shiheng and Yan Han went to the reception building.
"Don't worry, I won't tell you." Xiao Sheng said outside the main house.
Not three minutes after going upstairs, Song Xiang went to the next door to get some snacks. As soon as he entered the door, he heard a lot of joking voices, "My dear~"
Song Xiang: "..."
Too embarrassed to go in, I covered my face and hid, the laughter inside was loud.
The guests outside were almost here, and it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon.
Song Xiang walked to the stairs and heard movement on the third floor. She stood there and waited for a while.
Sure enough, it was Rong Boye who came down.
A man who has gone through years of development, he is wearing a silver suit, well-tailored, and the wedding ring on his finger is shimmering. The sunlight comes in from the back window and falls on the side of his face, making his brows and eyes as calm as a deep pool.
The door behind him opened, and Song Xiang heard Wang Zheng click her tongue, seemingly sighing.
"Dad." Song Xiang came closer.
Rong Boye walked down the stairs and stretched out an arm to her.
Song Xiang understood and took his father's arm.
Downstairs, Rong Zhe came up and said, "Sir, everything is ready."
Rong Boye responded lightly and led Song Xiang down.
The weather is very good and sunny.
The reception building is a Western-style building with a large grassy area outside. Song Xiang followed Rong Boye and slowly walked through the crowd, looking at her with probing eyes all the way. But no matter what her attitude was, all she heard was a respectful sound.
Respectfully, "Miss Rong".
Keep your back straight and respond politely and appropriately.
Behind him, there were countless lamentations and comments.
When we arrived at the reception building, two heavy doors opened, and melodious music came from inside.
The grand space has a platform in the middle leading to the second floor. The big lights on the top are shining, making the platform sacred and noble. There are stairs on both sides of the platform, leading to the second floor respectively. Song Xiang looked up,
Yan Han was standing on the second floor.
Breathe a sigh of relief, no tension at all.
Rong Boye took her hand and walked up, and the place was silent.
He was concise and concise, saying only that after many years of separation, he finally found his daughter, and he wanted everyone present to bear witness.
After speaking, he handed over the right to speak to Song Xiang.
Song Xiang stepped forward and scanned the entire audience.
There were too many people. She only vaguely felt that there were one or two acquaintances, and their faces were all shocked at the moment. The others were all strangers. She felt neither kindness nor malice.
Simply introduce yourself: "Hello everyone, I am Rong Yi."
He was still unfamiliar when he mentioned his name. He raised his head and met Yan Han's eyes.
He seemed to be thinking about her new name, and when he caught her gaze, he raised his eyebrows slightly.
Song Xiang raised the corners of his lips and said two more words according to the original plan.
When the words fell, there was thunderous applause.
The sound of music followed, and the middle was opened. Rong Boye led her down and did an opening dance.
Their father and daughter cooperated tacitly and danced perfectly.
Some people in the crowd lamented that this Miss Rong didn't look like she had grown up outside.
After the opening dance, other people entered the dance floor one after another. Rong Boye led Song Xiang down, preparing to introduce her to meet people.
The first one was the mayor of the imperial capital. Song Xiang politely called Uncle Ke.
Unexpectedly, the other party brought his son. During the conversation between the two parties, he took the initiative to ask Song Xiang: "Miss Rong, would you like to dance for me?"