The person who said this was Jiang Shifan.
He seemed to have just emerged from the banquet hall restroom, looking at Wen Tingyan and Luo Yucheng with an inexplicable gaze.
Both Wen Tingyan and Luo Yucheng visibly changed expressions, especially Wen Tingyan. Since university, he had been a student leader—talented, spirited, and never before faced such embarrassment.
But his panic was fleeting. He quickly composed himself and smiled with impeccable grace. “Yes, so for the past five years, my wife has rarely gone out. She has been persistently undergoing Kang Fu Training, and now we’re finally seeing some results. However, she remains very sensitive, afraid others might look at her differently, which is why she seldom appears in public. Convincing her to attend today’s banquet took tremendous effort. I repeatedly assured her that Mr. Wu only invites refined guests who would never offend her.”
His words were masterful—implying that if Jiang Shifan continued down this line of questioning, he would be rude and offensive to Luo Yucheng.
But Wen Tingyan, so you do know this is offensive? Then what were you doing when your friends offended me? What were you doing when Awen mimicked my walk?
So this is how far human double standards can go…
Jiang Shifan smiled, clearly undeterred by Wen Tingyan’s remarks. Instead, he bowed to Wen Tingyan.
One had to admit—dance students bowed with extraordinary elegance.
“My apologies, Mr. Wen,” Jiang Shifan said with sincere expression. “I meant no offense. I genuinely came seeking advice because I have a friend who also suffered an injury five years ago, but unlike Mrs. Wen, she hasn’t been fortunate enough to achieve full recovery. She’s a dancer—a foot injury is like having half her life taken away. I truly want to help her. If you know any excellent doctors, could you refer them to me?”
Following Jiang Shifan’s lead, Teacher Zhao added, “Indeed, Mr. Wen, Mrs. Wen, please rest assured we mean no offense. We only admire those who brave adversity. Such resilience makes Mrs. Wen all the more respectable. It’s just that Xiao Jiang’s words resonate with me—we have such a friend and would also like to find medical help for her.”
“Well, this…” Even someone as quick-witted as Wen Tingyan couldn’t fabricate a doctor’s name on the spot.
It was Luo Yucheng who reacted nimbly. “I received treatment abroad,” she interjected.
She had assumed mentioning foreign treatment would make Jiang Shifan and Teacher Zhao drop the matter, but Jiang Shifan pressed further: “Abroad isn’t a problem either. We frequently tour worldwide—no country is too distant if it might help our senior’s leg.”
Luo Yucheng was stunned. How could someone be so persistently tactless?
Facing the expectant gazes of Jiang Shifan and Teacher Zhao, Luo Yucheng turned to Wen Tingyan for help.
Steeling himself, Wen Tingyan scribbled the name of a random Swiss hospital on a piece of paper and handed it to Jiang Shifan with a smile. “It was this hospital. But every injury case differs. My wife began her Kang Fu there immediately after her accident. I’m not sure how long your senior has been injured—if it’s been several years, the results might not be as effective.” His thought was: just get through today’s situation first—they could deal with consequences later.
“Thank you. No matter what, we have to give it a try,” Jiang Shifan said with a smile, then waved toward the entrance. “Senior Jian, you’re here.”
Jian Zhi had already approached. Under the gaze of everyone, especially Wen Tingyan and Luo Yucheng, she walked unsteadily toward the center of the banquet hall.
The expressions on Wen Tingyan and Luo Yucheng’s faces were truly spectacular.
Jian Zhi had always been afraid—afraid of revealing her limping awkwardness in public, afraid of people discussing her foot. But she had told herself she couldn’t remain hidden in the shadows like a light-fearing mouse forever. Especially now, seeing Wen Tingyan and Luo Yucheng’s expressions, she had even less reason to retreat.
“Jian Zhi!” Teacher Zhao’s heart ached for her, personally coming over to take her arm, giving her both physical and psychological support.
Yet her dearest, closest husband at this moment was holding Luo Yucheng’s hand, supporting her unsteady stance…
The guests were all friends of Mr. Wu and Teacher Zhao, cultivated people who wouldn’t look differently at Jian Zhi’s foot, but her limp remained an undeniable fact.
Jiang Shifan then came to Jian Zhi’s side, flanking her with Teacher Zhao like escorts guarding her.
“This is my senior. Teacher Zhao and I found a doctor for her,” Jiang Shifan said with a smile. “Mr. Wen, are you curious about how my senior got injured?”
Wen Tingyan maintained a stiff composure and smile. “I believe this is the lady’s private matter. We need not know. Perhaps she wouldn’t want others reopening old wounds.” Yet his eyes remained fixed on Jian Zhi, as if warning her not to speak recklessly.
Jian Zhi pretended not to notice, while Jiang Shifan continued, “No, I believe everyone will feel proud of my senior once they know.”
Jiang Shifan’s gaze swept meaningfully past Wen Tingyan’s face. “She was injured while saving someone.”
As soon as these words fell, exclamations rose among the guests, their eyes regarding Jian Zhi with newfound warmth.
“Five years ago, my senior was hit by a car while saving someone, sustaining severe injuries—especially to her foot. She could never dance again.”
Teacher Zhao tightened her grip on Jian Zhi’s hand, both firm and emotional. “She was once one of my most outstanding students.”
Turning to Jian Zhi, she gently smoothed the stray hairs at her temples. “I thought I’d never see you again—your number changed, no messages in the group. Now we’ve finally found you. Don’t be afraid. Shifan learned about the hospital where Mrs. Wen received her Kang Fu. I’ll help you make arrangements first. Once everything’s settled, go for treatment. No matter the outcome, our Little Swallow will always be just as beautiful.”
The entire table of guests sighed in sympathy, offering genuinely kind comfort. The girls who had earlier envied Wen Tingyan’s campus-to-wedding journey now had tears in their eyes. “Senior, may I call you senior? I dance too. I know how magnificent you are—truly, I admire you so much.”
Jian Zhi felt a lump form in her throat.
Teacher Zhao was truly too kind. But she knew it was incurable because Wen Tingyan had provided completely fake hospital information.
Of course, Jiang Shifan knew this too.
So Jiang Shifan continued, “After my senior left the stage, she got married. I heard her husband was the very person she saved. His name is…”
As Jiang Shifan was about to speak the name, Wen Tingyan grew genuinely anxious and was just about to interrupt when Jiang Shifan frowned, “I can’t remember the name…”
Wen Tingyan visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
Jian Zhi even found such behavior from Wen Tingyan utterly ridiculous.
Then Jiang Shifan suddenly pulled out his phone to look at it. After staring at the screen for a while, he fixed his gaze on Wen Tingyan, “Hey, why does the groom in this wedding video of our senior look exactly like Mr. Wen?”