Everyone couldn't help but start discussing.
The Shen family was also a prominent family in the capital, so Song Wantang's decisive refusal really surprised everyone.
Everyone had seen how much Song Wantang had fawned over Shen Mozhou back then.
But now that the two were about to achieve a positive outcome, Song Wantang refused.
It was truly puzzling.
"Song Wantang! What madness has possessed you? How has Mozhou wronged you? Now you say you won't marry just like that? Where will the Song family put their face?"
"It was you who insisted on marrying Mozhou back then, and now you break off the engagement. Do you treat marriage like a child's game? Can't you be as sensible as Yurou?"
Song Changfeng saw his daughter breaking off the engagement and started scolding her on the spot.
Song Wantang glanced at Song Changfeng, then looked at Song Yurou beside him. She saw the corners of her lips slightly raised, hiding a hint of smugness.
Song Yurou met Song Wantang's gaze and spoke hypocritically, "Sister, don't be willful. Brother Mozhou has been so good to you. How can you make him lose face in front of so many people? Hurry up and apologize to everyone and finish the ceremony."
As she spoke, she walked towards Song Wantang.
Song Wantang immediately noticed the dazzling diamond ring on her hand, so bright it practically blinded the eyes.
"Mom, it was this bad woman who drugged you. Oh, and her diamond ring was bought by that scumbag. Your wedding ring is fake."
Song Wantang looked and sure enough, the two rings were the same style, but her own ring was dull in color, obviously a fake.
In an instant, Song Wantang understood. So these two really were in a relationship, plotting against her.
Nearby, a guest chimed in, "That's right, it's normal for a young couple to argue. Don't make it too ugly."
"Song Wantang used to like Shen Mozhou so much. How could she suddenly change her mind?"
"Probably pre-wedding jitters..."
"Really, she's not even as sensible as the second young miss. The Shen family is unlucky to have a daughter-in-law like this."
Song Wantang listened to these voices and only found them laughable.
But it didn't matter anyway; her reputation had long been ruined.
In the past, she was the eldest young lady of the Song family, well-educated, gentle and elegant. But ever since Zhou Huiru and Song Yurou entered the Song family, her reputation began to deteriorate.
Of course, it was the credit of these two.
Song Wantang took a deep breath.
She walked towards Song Yurou, looked at that face that seemed worried but was actually smug, raised her hand, and with a "smack," slapped her hard across the face.
"My dear sister, how many months along is the child in your belly?"
Song Wantang's slap was fast and fierce. The crisp sound instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Song Yurou was struck so hard that her head turned aside. One side of her face instantly swelled up, and tears quickly filled her eyes. "Sister, what are you saying..."
That pitiful look was exactly like a frightened little white rabbit.
"Song Wantang!" Song Changfeng was almost hopping mad, veins bulging on his forehead. "Are you crazy? Hitting your sister in front of so many elders!"
Song Yurou's mother, Zhou Huiru, pointed at Song Wantang's nose and cursed.
"You little slut! Yurou kindly tried to persuade you, and not only are you ungrateful, but you dare to throw a punch? I'm telling you, this isn't over today!"
Song Wantang slowly withdrew her hand, her palm a bit numb, but she felt very satisfied inside.
Shen Mozhou frowned. "Wantang, how could you hit someone?"
Song Wantang gave a cold laugh. "What? Feeling bad for her? But you two better stay tied together and not go harm others."
Song Yurou's face stiffened. "Sister, you've misunderstood."
"Misunderstood? Then let me ask you, how many months along is the child in your belly?"
The whole venue quieted down again.
Everyone's gaze turned to Song Yurou.
Song Yurou's complexion turned from white to green, then from green to red.
She instinctively covered her lower abdomen, her lips trembling. "Sister, you... don't slander me... I'm not married yet, how could I possibly have a child..."
"Is that so?" Song Wantang said lightly. "Then why are you covering your belly?"
Song Yurou's hand jerked away as if burned.
Zhou Huiru shielded her daughter. "Song Wantang! Have you gone mad? You don't want to marry, but you also want to drag your sister down? What did she do to offend you?"
"She didn't offend me," Song Wantang looked at her. "She just slept with my fiancé."
"You!"
Song Yurou's face completely lost all color.
Shen Mozhou's complexion also turned extremely ugly.
"Wantang!" He rushed over, trying to grab her. "Don't talk nonsense—"
The whole venue was in an uproar.
Shen Mozhou's expression completely changed.
He grabbed Song Wantang's wrist with astonishing force, his eyes full of gloom and warning. "Song Wantang! Do you know what you're saying?"
"Of course I know."
Song Wantang looked at him, her gaze terrifyingly calm.
Five years.
She had imagined countless times what she would look like standing before him in a wedding dress, imagining him gently lifting the veil and kissing her lips.
But at this moment, she only felt that the man before her was frighteningly unfamiliar.
She said word by word, "Shen Mozhou, did you think I didn't know? Three months ago, you tricked me into coming to Qifeng Club, drugged me, wanted to find someone to ruin my chastity, so you could control me for a lifetime."
Shen Mozhou's pupils suddenly contracted.
"But you didn't expect that I went to the wrong room," Song Wantang let out a light laugh. "So the person you hired came up empty, and I spent that night in another room."
"You—how do you know..."
Song Wantang interrupted him, "How I know doesn't matter. What matters is that you schemingly deceived me, and you hooked up with Song Yurou, and now she's pregnant."
Song Yurou stood to the side, her complexion as white as paper.
She wanted to say something, but Zhou Huiru held her tightly.
Zhou Huiru, after all, had been through things. At this moment, she knew not to speak carelessly, as it would only make things worse.
But Song Yurou couldn't hold back.
Watching Shen Mozhou's gaze fixed on Song Wantang, she felt a fire burning inside.
"Sister!" she suddenly spoke, her voice sharp. "What gives you the right to slander me? Brother Mozhou and I are pure and innocent. On the other hand, you're carrying some other man's bastard and want Brother Mozhou to be the fall guy—you're the disgusting one!"
"Shut up! You say you're innocent? Do you dare go to the hospital for a test right now?"
"Mom, just go head-to-head with this filthy pair, especially your green tea sister. She's the one spreading bad rumors about you everywhere," Little Dumpling said angrily.
Song Yurou was rendered speechless by the question.
Song Wantang didn't want to argue with them any further.
The place was a mess; she wanted to leave immediately.
So Song Wantang pulled off her veil and turned to leave.
But Shen Mozhou blocked her way. He lowered his voice and said, "You want to leave? No way. You better cooperate and finish the process, or don't blame me for being rude."
Song Wantang let out a cold snort of anger. The fox's tail had finally revealed itself.
She ignored him and tried to go straight ahead, but two men who looked like bodyguards closed in.
Little Dumpling cried out loudly, "Mom, quickly find my dad for help. They've already made preparations. After the wedding, they'll lock you up and torture you. Hurry!"
Upon hearing this, Song Wantang's heart tightened involuntarily. Her gaze immediately turned to Lu Shaodong.
Perhaps it was too noisy here; that man was about to leave.
In her panic, Song Wantang ran towards the man.
Seeing this, the two bodyguards moved to grab her.
Song Wantang directly overturned a table, then pushed through the crowd and rushed over.
The whole venue seemed to have been pressed with the pause button.
Song Wantang crashed into an embrace that carried the cold, crisp scent of cedar.
The embrace stiffened slightly.
But Song Wantang couldn't care about that. Her fingers clutched the lapels of his suit, like a drowning person grabbing the last piece of driftwood.
"Please take me away." Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke.
✦✦✦