The girl clung to the man’s lean waist, tilting her small face upward as she pressed her soft lips forward, meeting his equally soft mouth.
She gently rubbed against them twice, then pursed her lips and mumbled, “Uncle, your lips aren’t hard at all. Why are you always so stiff? It’s so annoying.”
The man’s breath brushed against the girl’s ear, carrying a light, teasing laugh. “Maybe it’s because our Little Moon kissed the wrong place?”
Wen Yue blinked in confusion, straining to see the man’s face clearly.
But no matter how hard she tried, she could only make out a blurry outline.
Yet his voice was so captivating—magnetic and gentle—making her heart flutter with a tingling sensation.
She tightened her arms around his waist, lowered her head, and nuzzled her cheek against his neck with deep affection. Her voice was soft and naive as she asked, “Then where should I kiss?”
He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against the tip of her ear, warm and damp, moving in a slow, intimate caress, his voice husky and tender~
But before Wen Yue could hear what he said clearly, she was startled awake by the ringing of her phone.
She opened her eyes, rubbing her throbbing temples as she answered the call.
Before she could even process the strange, ambiguous dream, she heard Gong Chen’s voice on the other end. “Yueyue, Xi Bao just attempted suicide by taking sleeping pills. There’s something I need to discuss with you.”
Wen Yue slowly sat up. “What is it?”
Gong Chen hesitated slightly. “I’ll come over now. It’s better to talk in person.”
He hung up.
Frowning, Wen Yue opened the trending topics.
The hashtag #WenXiWasOnceExploited# had already been trending for a while.
In the video, laughter mixed with a girl’s desperate pleas. A balding middle-aged man held a scantily clad young woman on his lap, forcing alcohol into her mouth.
“Please, let me go~”
“Why pretend to be innocent after coming to a place like this? If you don’t want to drink from the glass, do you want me to feed you with my mouth?”
Even though the faces were blurred and the voices altered, it was still easy to understand what was happening.
No wonder Wen Xi had taken sleeping pills.
Following this trending topic, #WenXiAttemptedSuicide# also surged to the top.
Her fans were going wild.
Comments like “My heart aches for Xi Bao,” “Don’t cry, Xi Bao,” and “Xi Bao, you still have us” flooded Weibo and various forums.
Wen Yue looked at all this without much reaction. What she really wanted to know was what Gong Chen wanted to discuss with her.
She got up to wash up, and as she looked at herself in the mirror, the dream suddenly came back to her.
In the dream, she had called him “Uncle,” hadn’t she?
Wen Yue was startled.
There was only one person she would call “Uncle”—her fiancé Gong Chen’s uncle, Gong Hengye, a man of immense power but known for his cold and unapproachable demeanor.
Wen Yue felt like she must have been pushed to the brink of madness lately.
Otherwise, why would she dream of actively clinging to that man, even kissing him, and daring to say such outrageous things to him?
Lost in her chaotic thoughts, Gong Chen arrived quickly.
True to her expectations, what he wanted to discuss was utterly absurd.
“So, you want me to admit that I’m the woman in the video and take the blame for Wen Xi?”
Wen Yue had thought that nothing could shock her anymore—that she could, as her psychologist suggested, try to let go and free herself.
But she realized it was truly difficult.She smiled, “Gong Chen, I won’t admit it. The person in the video isn’t me.”
Gong Chen looked pained as he held her hand, “Baby, you know better than I do what state Xibao was in at the time. This wasn’t something she wanted, and besides, she wasn’t actually violated.”
Wen Yue pulled her hand away, “Of course I know. But do you remember that I was the one who saved her back then? Gong Chen, I never stopped you from clearing her name. You could have just clarified the truth—why did you have to make people think it was me?”
Gong Chen was also frustrated, “Ordinary clarifications won’t convince anyone. Someone has to step forward and take responsibility.”
He didn’t want it to be this way either, but right now, there really was no better solution.
That’s just how this industry works—clarifications are rarely believed, and the stain always remains, leaving room for malicious speculation.
The best approach is to make everyone believe the person in the video is someone else.
After all, Wen Yue’s reputation has never been good. There have been plenty of dubious videos and photos in the past that were falsely attributed to her.
In Gong Chen’s eyes, a little more or a little less didn’t make much difference. This video was no different from the fake ones before.
As long as he believed in her and continued to love her, wasn’t that enough?
“Gong Chen, I’m your fiancée. We’re getting married tomorrow. What good does it do you to let the whole world think your future wife is that kind of person?”
“Because I love you, and I don’t care how others see you. But Xibao is different. She hasn’t been in a relationship yet, and she still has to get married someday. Men who don’t know her will assume the video is real—what is she supposed to do then?”
Gong Chen rubbed his temples, suppressing his irritation, “Besides, your parents agreed to this. We’re already about to get married, but Xibao still has her whole future ahead of her. Wen Yue, as her older sister, can’t you be a little more understanding?”
“Making me sacrifice myself and admit to something like this—is that what you call understanding?”
Wen Yue completely broke down, unable to control her emotions, “If the person in the video were me, I wouldn’t hesitate. But she isn’t me—why should I admit to it?”
Gong Chen’s expression turned cold, “Xibao is your sister. She tried to take sleeping pills because of this. If her assistant hadn’t found her in time, she might not be here anymore. This is the best solution right now.
Wen Yue, I hope you understand—this is something we owe Xibao, and we have to make it up to her.
Think it over carefully. I’m going to the film studio to check on her and will be back as soon as possible.”
He stopped arguing with her, slamming the door on his way out.
Wen Yue closed her eyes, tears streaming uncontrollably.
Letting go? Moving on?
How was she supposed to do that?
Then, her mother called, speaking gently, “Yueyue, I know this is unfair to you, but you also know how much Xibao has suffered…”
It was the same thing she had heard countless times before. Wen Yue felt numb.
She didn’t say anything more because she knew it was useless.
She pulled herself together and went to the bridal shop alone.
While trying on her wedding dress, the trending topics Gong Chen had arranged began to climb.
#The Girl in the Video Is Wen Yue#, #Wen Yue Relied on Underhanded Deals to Debut After Running Away from Home#.
The internet exploded.
Fuck, I knew it was that bitch Wen Yue!
Does she have no shame? How dare she frame Xibao for something she did herself?
Damn plague-ridden slut, just die already!-“So damn hypocritical, acting all innocent in the video. Honestly, others are right—why pretend to be pure when you go to places like that? If you didn’t want it, you shouldn’t have gone.”
-“Thinking I once supported her and even voted for her makes me sick to my stomach.”
-“Plague bitch, just die.”
The comments were filled with foul language, unbearably harsh.
Meanwhile, Wen Yue had changed into her wedding dress and was looking at her reflection in the mirror.
With black hair and red lips, her delicate features stood out on her petite oval face. Her bright eyes were clear, gentle, and captivating.
The simple, snow-white mermaid-style wedding dress cinched her waist, making it appear exceptionally slender. Her shoulder and neck lines were as graceful as a swan’s, and the dress accentuated her skin, which was as pale and cool as jade.
The store staff were both amazed and secretly disdainful.
So beautiful, but such a shame about her character.
Wen Yue knew what these people thought when they looked at her, but she felt unusually calm at that moment, focusing only on her reflection.
Suddenly, she thought of last night’s dream.
It was so nice.
In the dream, she was still so naive and innocent.
She curved her lips into a faint smile, changed out of the wedding dress, and left an address with the store manager. “Please deliver the wedding dress here.”
The manager was puzzled. “But we agreed to bring the dress to the hotel tomorrow morning, didn’t we?”
Wen Yue replied softly, “No need.”
There would be no tomorrow.
Shortly after returning to her apartment, the wedding dress was delivered.
Wen Yue poured herself a glass of red wine, sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, and opened her phone.
In just a few hours, the trending searches were filled with her name, as well as Wen Xi and Gong Chen’s.
#Gong Family’s Third Young Master Gong Chen Spotted at Hospital.#
#Gong Family’s Third Young Master Carries Wen Xi Out of Hospital, Sparking Romance Rumors?#
On the trending page, fans’ worries had turned into excitement, with screams of delight flooding the comments.
Wen Yue gently scrolled through the photos in the trending searches.
From Gong Chen striding into the hospital to him carrying someone out shortly after.
The tall, slender man held the petite woman in his arms, his gaze tender as he looked down at her. Even without filters, the screen was filled with romantic vibes.
However, such trending searches also raised doubts.
-If I remember correctly, Gong Chen is Wen Yue’s fiancé, right? Weren’t they about to get married? This whole brother-in-law and sister-in-law thing seems unlikely, doesn’t it?
Soon, the hashtag #Wen Xi Suspected of Being the Other Woman# appeared.
But this trending topic was quickly flooded by Wen Xi’s fans. Clicking on it, all you could see were insults directed at Wen Yue.
-LMAO, calling our Xi Bao the other woman? Who is she supposedly stealing? Wen Yue? Is she even worthy?
-She’s just a fake heiress who sleeps around. The video of her using underhanded tactics is still trending, and she still thinks she can marry Gong Chen?
-She’s already been seen being fed drinks mouth-to-mouth in public. Marrying her? Is Gong Chen trying to make himself a laughingstock? Hahaha.
-If it weren’t for Plague stealing Xi Bao’s life, the one who grew up with Gong Chen should have been Xi Bao. Does Plague even deserve it? Hah.
-She climbed her way up by selling herself, yet she still dreams of becoming the young mistress of the Gong family.
-Even if there’s an other woman, it’s Plague who stole from our Xi Bao. She’s shameless.
-Support Xi Bao rising to the top! A true heiress should act like one!
Wen Yue’s fingers trembled slightly, and her eyelashes fluttered.
Just as she was about to exit the trending page, her mother called again. “Yueyue, your father, brother, and I are heading over to Xi Bao’s place now. You don’t need to come back to the Wen family tonight, okay?”
Wen Yue replied softly, “Okay.”
Her mother hesitated before asking, “By the way, that trending topic about the other woman… you didn’t buy it, did you?”
Perhaps because of the video, they now suspected she wanted revenge?Wen Yue smiled, gazing at the red wine in her glass. “It wasn’t me.”
Her mother seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. “That’s good. I was just telling your father and brother that whoever bought that trending topic is utterly malicious. I told them to have the legal department at Wen Corporation clarify things—we can’t let those who cursed our Xibao get away with it.”
Wen Yue simply hummed in response, saying nothing more.
She lowered her lashes, a single tear falling into the red wine and splashing crimson ripples.
She wanted to say: But Mom, the one who’s been constantly cursed on the trending topic is me.
After hanging up, Wen Yue drained the glass of red wine, then let the goblet shatter on the floor.
She leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, quietly gazing outside.
The city lights were dazzling, bright and brilliant.
After what felt like an eternity, Gong Chen called again. Hesitant due to their earlier argument, he asked, “Yueyue, are you asleep?”
Wen Yue replied with a faint hum.
Her eyes remained fixed outside, distant and almost shattered.
Hearing her tone, Gong Chen sensed she might no longer be angry and explained, “I just saw the trending topic with Xibao. Don’t misunderstand.”
Wen Yue curved her lips, her voice so light it seemed to float away. “So, you still worry about me misunderstanding?”
Gong Chen’s voice deepened again. “Wen Yue, you know I only see Xibao as a sister. She’s terrified of hospitals and refuses to stay in one, so I had to carry her back to the hotel. Speaking of which, her fear of hospitals is because of you.”
Wen Yue smiled. “I know.”
Because when she was eighteen, she pushed Wen Xi into the water.
In the dead of winter, Wen Xi nearly froze to death, running a fever and staying in the hospital for seven days and nights, leaving her with a lasting fear of hospitals.
And, of course, it was also how the Wen family discovered she was their long-lost biological daughter, making her Wen Yue’s sister.
Seeing her calm, Gong Chen relaxed. “Your parents have arrived, but Xibao still has a fever. You know how she is—every time she gets a fever, it drags on for days. I can’t leave her like this.”
He paused before finally getting to the point. “I discussed tomorrow’s wedding with your parents. Given the situation, they’ll need to stay here to care for Xibao and won’t be able to return in time.”
“So we’ve decided to postpone the wedding for a few days, until Xibao fully recovers.”
They had discussed and decided, then came to inform her.
Wen Yue tightened her grip on the phone, her voice trembling slightly. “What does it matter if they can’t make it back? You could still return, couldn’t you? Gong Chen, tomorrow is our wedding day. What difference does their presence make?”
“Or have you finally realized that the video embarrassed you, and a woman like me, seen as promiscuous by everyone, isn’t worthy of you?”
“Wen Yue, can you not make a scene right now?”
Gong Chen’s tone instantly turned impatient. “You know I don’t think that way.”
His voice grew stern. “Xibao is your sister, and your parents and brother are all here. Do you really want them to miss our wedding? Why must you always be so unreasonable?”
Wen Yue stared at her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window—a pale face, eyes filled with hatred.
Somehow, she had become the exceptionally malicious and unreasonable person in others’ eyes.
Unable to bear looking at herself any longer, Wen Yue slowly closed her eyes, feeling as though she had lost all strength in that moment.
“Fine, I understand.”She softened, and Gong Chen also became gentle. “Baby, actually this wedding was quite rushed from the start. When you suddenly said you wanted to get married before, I already felt it wasn’t quite right.
Now it’s better this way—we have more time to prepare. I promise to give you the most perfect wedding. Be good, okay?”
Wen Yue curved her lips. “Okay.”
She appeared very obedient, and Gong Chen was completely reassured. He said gently, “Baby, I love you.”
Wen Yue’s eyelashes trembled slightly as she heard him continue, “But you know, Xi Bao is just childish in temperament. She was never loved before, and now that she’s finally back, of course we all want to make it up to her.”
She knew, she knew.
Every word he said was something she already knew.
Yes, of course she knew.
They all owed Wen Xi.
Aside from Wen’s parents and brother, the one who most wanted to make it up to Wen Xi was Gong Chen.
Because when they were children, it was Gong Chen who took Wen Xi out and lost her.
Ever since then, Gong Chen had lived with guilt.
After hanging up the phone,
Wen Yue opened the trending topics again. Today’s hot searches were truly lively—they hadn’t stopped from morning till night.
Wen Corporation’s clarification had been posted two hours earlier. The Weibo content read: “Wen Xi is the biological daughter of our chairman, the legitimate young lady of the Wen family. She has always maintained a friendly and close relationship with Mr. Gong Chen, and there is absolutely no truth to the rumors of her being a homewrecker as claimed in the hot searches. We have collected evidence against all those who maliciously speculated and insulted our second young lady. We’ll see you in court.”
Ahhhhh, Wen Corporation is so domineering in protecting their daughter!
Biological daughter, legitimate young lady—do certain shameless bitches understand what this means now?
“Always friendly and close”—just how close are we talking about? Hehe.
As expected, the true heiress is the true heiress. This must be what being the center of affection feels like.
Gong Chen liked the post ahhhhh, I’m shipping them again!
So Gong Chen likes Wen Xi, right? It seems Wen Yue is the third wheel after all. She really wasn’t wronged.
If I were Wen Yue, I would have died long ago. What’s the point of living when everyone hates you anyway?
Wen Yue’s gaze fixed on this comment, unable to look away for a long time.
Then, she lowered her eyes to the shattered glass from the wine glass on the floor and slowly picked up a piece.
The feeling of cutting through a blood vessel didn’t seem as painful as she had imagined.
But before dying, as she watched the blood gushing from her wrist, she still called Gong Chen.
Gong Chen’s voice was gentle. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
Wen Yue’s voice floated, even she herself could barely hear it clearly. “Gong Chen, I’m not feeling well. My head hurts. Can you come back?”
Come back and collect my body.
Gong Chen clearly didn’t believe her. “What are you up to again? Weren’t you fine just now? How could you suddenly feel unwell for no reason?”
“Besides, even if I drive back now, it’ll take over two hours. If you’re really not feeling well, call the family doctor and have them come check on you…”
At this point, a slightly hoarse, sickly female voice interjected, “A Chen, I suddenly don’t want to eat lotus root soup anymore. Sister isn’t feeling well—you should go back and check on her. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.”
It was Wen Xi’s voice.
Gong Chen said, “It’s fine, it’s not too late yet. I’ll go out and see where I can buy some. If Xi Bao wants to eat it, A Chen will search the entire city to get it for you.”
Wen Yue’s vision was already blurring, her head heavy and dizzy, yet she heard their conversation clearly.
She didn’t say anything more and hung up the phone.Perhaps she was dying, she felt as if she had returned to last night’s dream.
The man’s strong arms supported her as he lowered his head and chuckled softly by her ear, his voice deep and husky, “Maybe it’s because our Little Moon kissed the wrong spot?”
Uncle…