Chapter 20: Scoundrels and Vile Women, Sealed Away

Jiang Shiye quickly stepped in front, shouting loudly at Lu Jingchen, “Lu Jingchen, what are you doing? You dare to bully my sister right in front of me? Do you think there’s no one in the Jiang family? Has Ji Chen filed a lawsuit? They’re just a couple; a little quarrel between lovers—does it have to be called attempted murder? Are you taking personal revenge?”

“That’s right, that’s right! He’s just taking revenge,” Jiang Wanning poked out her small head. It was the first time someone had stood up for her, protecting her, and she felt an inexplicable surge of emotion.

Jiang Xinwan leaned against Lu Jingchen’s chest, biting her lip, tears welling in her eyes. “Brother, Chen just can’t bear to see me hurt. After all, I’m a celebrity. If such a video spreads, even if we know it’s fake, outsiders won’t. How will I face anyone? My career will be destroyed. Wanning really went too far this time. I know you grew up with her, so you’re closer to her, but it’s my fault for being taken away since I was little. Sniffle…”

Jiang Shiye’s expression faltered, and the hand blocking Jiang Wanning gradually relaxed.

“If you’re unwilling to bless me, then please leave,” Jiang Xinwan said stubbornly, standing like a delicate white flower bravely weathering the storm—fragile yet resolute.

The emcee, sensing the tension, quickly grabbed the microphone and opened his mouth to speak.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open again. The emcee’s composure nearly collapsed; he had hosted countless weddings but never encountered such chaos. What seemed like a good gig was turning out to be a nightmare—hard to swallow, hard to earn.

“I do not consent to this wedding. The video is real…”

Like a thunderclap, a middle-aged woman with voluminous curls made a dazzling entrance.

She was regal and opulent, exuding the aura of a pampered wealthy matron, her pigeon egg-sized diamond ring flashing painfully in the light.

Jiang Wanning staggered back, nearly choking on her own saliva when she saw the woman’s face.

The world is a small circle; after going round and round, you inevitably meet your... enemy.

The wealthy matron arrived with a formidable entourage—dozens of black-clad bodyguards flanking her, resembling a mafia parade.

Everyone panicked, trying to flee, only to find the doors locked tight by the bodyguards.

No, they were just here to witness the wedding, though they seemed thoroughly entertained by the spectacle. Gossip was indeed risky business.

Once inside, the bodyguards moved swiftly and decisively, targeting Lu Jingchen’s men before they could react.

One of the bodyguards quickly reopened the large screen, continuing to play the unfinished video.

Gu Qiyu looked back and realized, to his horror, that he was the star of the footage, entangled with Jiang Xinwan in an utterly disgraceful scene.

He finally understood why everyone had given him those weird looks when he entered.

But he wasn’t too rattled. He was a man, after all. At worst, he could marry Jiang Xinwan. He never wanted her to marry Lu Jingchen anyway. Why should he be the hidden lover?

Public or not, he didn’t want to be the side piece forever.

What he never expected was that the video would capture what came after.

Another figure appeared in the footage.

Everyone’s gaze quickly shifted to Lu Jingchen, the groom of the day.

Though reluctant to indulge in gossip, the scene was too riveting to ignore.

What a battlefield of chaos—so thrilling, so tempting to witness firsthand.

The video showed Lu Jingchen pulling Gu Qiyu off Jiang Xinwan with calm composure, as if this was all routine.

Jiang Xinwan lay by the bathroom sink, smiling like a blooming flower. Her pose was seductive, inviting him to indulge.

No one had ever seen Jiang Xinwan, the delicate “little white flower,” like this before. Everyone was stunned. At this moment, she was a captivating enchantress.

Lu Jingchen seemed bewitched, leaning in toward her.

Jiang Xinwan pressed tightly against him, her clothes gone, face full of satisfaction, while Lu Jingchen remained impeccably dressed.

Some female guests couldn’t help but gag.

Disgusting! Absolutely disgusting!

How could such debauchery exist among the elite? A respected director and a triple award-winning actress—simply unbearable and sickening.

Fans of Lu Jingchen and Gu Qiyu now shot hateful looks at them both. They couldn’t believe they had ever admired such scoundrels, mourning so long over their hero’s impending wedding.

Now, they were relieved these scumbags were locked away, hoping they’d never harm anyone else.

Jiang Xinwan screamed and clutched her head, collapsing dramatically to the floor.

“Wanwan…” Gu Qiyu rushed forward to catch her.

Lu Jingchen’s face darkened. He lunged toward the screen, ready to destroy it, but a bodyguard, seemingly anticipating this, blocked his way.

The delay allowed everyone to watch most of the video. Some clever guests secretly recorded it on their phones. If this got out, it would shock the entire world.

Lu Jingchen snatched the stunned emcee’s microphone and slammed it toward the screen.

Silence finally fell over the room.

Lu Jingchen’s expression turned grim. With such glaring evidence in front of everyone, there was no way to deny it.

“Mother, do you know what you’re doing?” Lu Jingchen hissed at the middle-aged woman by the door.

Who would have thought his own mother would expose his secrets publicly? And such damning secrets—a lifetime of ridicule and a tarnished reputation. His position as director was surely over.

Lu’s mother lifted her leg and stepped onto the stage, but thinking of her high-slit cheongsam, she reluctantly withdrew her foot and licked the back of her hand.

“I am revealing the truth. Such a promiscuous woman does not deserve to enter the Lu family. You still intend to give the Lu Group to her? Do you even respect me, your mother?”

Jiang Wanning recognized that rude yet familiar gesture instantly.

So, indeed... she was their enemy!

Heh, the situation was becoming ever more intriguing.

“Just because you don’t want me to marry Jiang Xinwan, you’re willing to fabricate videos and ruin your own son in front of everyone?” Lu Jingchen was quick to deny the authenticity of the video.

But Lu’s mother abandoned all maternal affection, coldly snorting, “I had experts verify the video—it’s 100% authentic. Anyone here can verify it anytime.” She was well prepared.

“Besides, you’re not even my son.”

Oh, what a scandalous secret, what a shocking twist in this wealthy family drama!