"I also don’t know where he went, but I think it was sudden; he must have an urgent matter, which is why he left at this ti." Qiao Mo explained slowly.
"Miss Qiao, do you think Mr. Fu will return? Will the wedding proceed as planned?"
"I believe he will co back, eventually he will."
"Then will the wedding proceed as planned?"
Qiao Mo was about to speak when an impatient voice sounded from behind: "Are you investigating household registration or digging up a person’s grave? Whether the wedding proceeds as planned has nothing to do with you."
Yan Yiheng ca in with one hand in his pants pocket, walking against the sunlight.
His sharp eyes swept across several reporters and dia, with a touch of impatience.
In an instant, everyone beca silent as if caught in a chilling situation, looking extrely embarrassed.
"Return to your positions." Yan Yiheng’s face darkened.
All the dia and caran felt awkward but dared not make a sound; silently, they turned back to their original positions, not even daring to breathe heavily.
Yan Yiheng glanced at the chaotic chapel, and said in a deep voice, "This is not a food market; if you don’t want to stay, leave."
With a word spoken, the entire chapel instantly quieted down, with no one daring to speak.
After all, regardless of what they thought, even those who wanted to take the opportunity to mock Qiao Mo lowered their heads, remaining silent.
Yet, there were so who either didn’t want to continue waiting or were afraid Yan Jiu would give them trouble.
Fearfully, they got up and quickly left, lowering their heads as they said: "Mr. Jiu, I have so family matters to attend to. I’ll leave first."
"Mr. Jiu... later, I’ll apologize to you and Young Master Fu. I’ll leave first."
Yan Jiu didn’t stop anyone, just watched with cold eyes.
In a blink of an eye, a portion of the people in the chapel had left, but most remained.
After all, this was Fu Nancheng’s wedding, worth waiting for.
Additionally, more people wanted to see the final outco of this marriage.
"Thank you." Qiao Mo softly expressed her gratitude to him.
Yan Yiheng stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder: "Wait a little longer, Third Brother should co back."
Qiao Mo managed a bitter smile, yes, he should.
Everyone believed he should co back.
She wanted to believe him too, but at this mont, she finally understood where her anxiety these days ca from.
Actually, she already had so answers in her heart; did he go to see Qiao Yun?
Did Qiao Yun have surgery again today?
But why must the surgery be scheduled for today? The wedding is only a few hours; couldn’t it be postponed a little?
As ti ticked past, more and more people left the chapel.
It seed increasingly certain that the wedding was dood not to proceed; more and more people were convinced that Fu Nancheng wouldn’t appear today.
By nearly eleven thirty, only about a third of the people remained in the chapel.
At this mont, Qiao Mo no longer had the mind to care about these people or acknowledge their gazes; she just faced the direction of the chapel door, looking sowhat downcast in the direction of the road.
So late, would he still co?
Qiao Mo didn’t know, yet she still wanted to believe and wait.
Xie Qinghuan and Yan Yiheng, who had been silently guarding by the side, also fell silent at this mont; Qin Zhaoran and Lu Qingxue behind the seats stood by, accompanying Qiao Mo to wait.
There were fewer and fewer people inside and outside the chapel; so were gloating as if Fu Nancheng’s absence ant he would marry them instead, while others sighed softly as if feeling helpless, and so hurriedly seed to rush towards their next destination.
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