After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him-Chapter 647 - 645: Isn’t She Already Dead?

How could she ever forget that face?

It was Feng Xiran, Song Gu’s deceased wife!

Wasn’t she already dead?

Why did she reappear?

During her affair with Song Gu, she had secretly met this woman.

She even haughtily sought her out, but this woman was completely indifferent toward her.

It was as if no matter what she did, it wouldn’t affect her at all.

Xiao Jinglan thought of the way that woman had looked at her back then, as if seeing some unclean trash, and a rage welled up within her.

Only after Feng Xiran’s death had she spent so much time to make Song Gu agree to marry her. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

And now, the position she had been yearning for might very well have been something Feng Xiran had discarded.

She even suspected that the accident that had happened to Feng Xiran years ago was orchestrated by herself.

Thinking this way, the initial panic that Xiao Jinglan felt upon seeing "Feng Xiran" subsided.

She had thought that it was very likely that Feng Xiran had voluntarily left the Song Family, and now she was back to reenter the Song Mansion.

But why?

Surely it was because the life outside couldn’t satisfy her desire for luxurious living anymore, right?

Xiao Jinglan was already vexed by the Song Family slipping out of her control.

She was thinking of finding a way to visit Old Master Song during this time, to brush up on her presence and return to the Song Mansion.

But now, Feng Xiran’s appearance had instantly set off her alarm bells.

Being Song Sinian’s biological mother, she had an advantage over her, the stepmother, when compared to Feng Xiran.

Xiao Jinglan, nervous, nibbled at her fingernails beside her, looking quite mad—Song Keren found it hard to ignore even if she wanted to.

Her brows furrowed, and when she looked at Xiao Jinglan, she couldn’t help but follow the direction of her gaze.

Across from them was a well-maintained woman, whose every move suggested she was a wealthy lady.

Keren couldn’t fathom why her mother bore such animosity toward this woman.

She gently tugged Xiao Jinglan’s sleeve, "Mom, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Song Keren was discreetly inquiring, only to see Xiao Jinglan forcefully smile and struggled not to look at "Feng Xiran" again.

"I am not unwell, just wondering what kind of clothes to buy for you, which is a bit troubling." Song Keren, of course, knew Xiao Jinglan was lying, but she couldn’t call her out on it.

She changed the subject and whispered while looking at the woman nearby, "Mom, look at that lady’s clothes, they look so pretty. Do you want to get something in a similar style?"

"Why would I want to wear the same as her?!" Xiao Jinglan almost reflexively retorted, her voice raised with anger.

Song Keren was visibly startled by her tone, and even Feng Xixi, who was inside the shop, was drawn by it.

She glanced instinctively at a woman not far away, feeling a sense of familiarity.

But Feng Xixi couldn’t remember who this person was at the moment, yet that person’s gaze suggested they knew each other.

Feng Xixi pursed her lips, pretending as if she hadn’t noticed anything, and continued trying on clothes nearby.

Previously she had thought that there would indeed be people in her homeland who knew her, but after so many years, she felt that any impression they had of her must have long since faded.

She had never expected such a coincidence, being able to bump into an acquaintance just by going out to buy a dress.

Feng Xixi felt a bit panicked too, but she forced herself to stay calm and took her dress to the fitting room. After pondering for a long time, she couldn’t figure out how to deal with the situation.

Now, she could only wait for the person who recognized her to leave before she made her exit.

Meanwhile, Xiao Jinglan inside the store had other thoughts on her mind.

She was unsure why "Feng Xiran" had shown up, but to prevent any unforeseen issues, she had to be cautious.

With that in mind, Xiao Jinglan immediately made a phone call.

After that, she stayed inside the store, waiting until a stranger approached not far from the store and nodded at her. Only then did Xiao Jinglan pull Song Keren along and said, "Let’s go, Mom will take you to buy some other things..."

Of course, Song Keren had noticed the interaction between Xiao Jinglan and the strange man.

It seemed that this person must be the one Xiao Jinglan had arranged to tail that woman just now.

Song Keren’s eyes narrowed slightly, and even though she didn’t know why Xiao Jinglan was wary of this woman, she was sure that the person must be of interest.

After all, a woman who could make Xiao Jinglan cautious must have some leverage to be taken hold of!

When Xia Wenmo received this message, the wedding of Lu Zhaozhao and Song Sinian had just begun.

In the morning, when they went to receive the bride, they wore traditional Chinese wedding attire, and by midday, during the wedding ceremony, they had changed into Western-style wedding gowns.

Song Sinian looked at Lu Zhaozhao’s flushed little face, gently squeezed her hand, and asked softly, "Are you tired?"

Because they couldn’t meet before the wedding, Song Sinian could only relieve his yearning for her by sending messages and voice notes to Lu Zhaozhao.

It was just a few short days, yet he felt like it was as unbearable as a century.

Therefore, when he went to pick up the bride in the morning, Song Sinian wished he could immediately see Lu Zhaozhao as soon as the clock struck noon.

Fortunately, the groomsmen by his side were reliable, firmly holding him back.

Their excuse, of course, was the same old one, that it was bad luck to leave before the auspicious time.

Thinking about all these wedding customs made Song Sinian, who usually didn’t show much expression, frown slightly.

Lu Zhaozhao thought Song Sinian must be tired from the hectic past few days and looked at him worriedly, "I’m not tired, but you, I heard from my fourth brother that you haven’t been resting well. Is it because you’re not used to the bed here? Should we go rest a while?"

Song Sinian pursed his lips, "It’s not that I’m not used to the bed, I am..."

His gaze circled her little face, and his handsome face started to look a bit aggrieved.

Lu Zhaozhao seemed to immediately get his point, and her little face turned red all at once.

"Tonight, tonight we can, we can get some proper rest," Lu Zhaozhao muttered under her breath, looking away guiltily.

But she hadn’t expected that when Song Sinian heard her words, his eyes curved into a smile, and he leaned in closer, saying, "We really can’t get a proper rest tonight, because it is our wedding night."

"..."

Good heavens, Mr. Song of their family really kept a low profile until he didn’t—when he did, it was earth-shattering.

Where did her innocent little cutie from before go?

How did he turn into a big bad wolf that devours without spitting out the bones?

Two blushes drifted onto Lu Zhaozhao’s pretty little face, and her hand, which had been holding onto Song Sinian’s, pinched down hard on it twice as if to punish him.

But since she didn’t really have much strength, and the way she bashfully pinched him was like she was coquettishly throwing a fit, it made Song Sinian’s heart itch.

Indeed, his Zhaozhao treasured him the most; even when pinching him, she couldn’t bear to use too much strength...