Please, see me once.
An Ping stood up unhappily, her not-so-quiet voice quickly drawing the attention of many customers in the salon.
Lin Zhi’s face turned pale as she straightened up and snapped back, “Please don’t make false accusations, or don’t blame me for suing you for defamation!”
“Tch.”
Qin Mingzhu crossed her legs, idly twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.
She let out a casual chuckle. “If you’re going to sue for defamation, you need evidence. I don’t know whether Miss Lin has any proof that my friend defamed you but I do have quite a bit of evidence that Miss Lin has been seducing my husband.”
Lin Zhi’s eyes flickered as she sneered, “What evidence could you possibly have?”
“Miss Lin, do you think I’m bluffing?” Qin Mingzhu smiled, revealing two small pointed canine teeth. “I still have recordings on my phone of the calls you made to my husband a few days ago. Want me to play them? Hmm?”
At the final word, Lin Zhi visibly trembled.
She staggered back in disbelief, almost collapsing to the ground. “How is that possible… How could you steal recordings from Jingchen’s phone?!”
“Mmm” Qin Mingzhu shook her finger disapprovingly. “Between me and my husband, how can that be called stealing?”
Lin Zhi suddenly clenched her fists, her rhinestone manicure digging so hard that her nails bent, leaving purplish marks.
The outcome of the confrontation was obvious.
Qin Mingzhu flashed a bright smile at Andy. “Andy, does your salon also offer companion chat services?”
Andy immediately caught on and said politely, “Sorry, miss, seating is limited. If you’d like to get your hair done, please make an appointment next time.”
“…I understand.” Lin Zhi’s face darkened as she stormed out.
“Didn’t expect mistresses nowadays to be this brazen.”
The salon’s clientele consisted mostly of wealthy wives and daughters, many of whom had dealt with cheating in their families. Seeing this, they spoke up for Qin Mingzhu some even took photos of Lin Zhi’s back and posted them online.
Throughout it all, Qin Mingzhu didn’t stop them. She smiled and chatted with several of the ladies, even exchanging contact information.
After finishing her hair, Qin Mingzhu drove An Ping back to school.
“Mingzhu, do you really have those recordings?” An Ping asked curiously.
“Of course not,” Qin Mingzhu stuck out her tongue. “I lied to her.”
They had only met three times including the blind date there was no way she could’ve gotten access to Gu Jingchen’s phone.
An Ping couldn’t help but laugh. “You really are…”
She rubbed her forehead, then asked softly, “Mingzhu, do you really like this kind of life?”
“If I don’t, what then go back and burn the marriage certificate?” Qin Mingzhu shrugged jokingly. “Relax. I’ll just treat it like a job.”
Being a rich family’s wife was a pretty well-paid job, after all.
“…If you’re ever wronged, make sure to tell me,” An Ping said helplessly.
After An Ping’s slender figure disappeared from sight, Qin Mingzhu finally let out a sigh.
Lowering her gaze, she opened her balance it was the fifteenth. Time to transfer money to the hospital.
The wedding arrived as scheduled. Qin Mingzhu finished her makeup early in the dressing room.
The stylist admired the final look with satisfaction. “Miss Qin, it’s a pity you’re not debuting in showbiz.”
“Thanks for the blessing maybe I’ll debut in a couple of days,” Qin Mingzhu said with a smile.
Her beauty was stunning. As she stepped down in her white wedding dress, Qin Xuanjiao had to restrain herself from rushing forward and tearing it apart.
A lowborn girl like her how could she marry Brother Jingchen?!
The bride standing here today should have been her!
“Jiaojiao.”
A warning voice sounded beside her. Qin Xuanjiao turned unwillingly to her mother, Bai Ya.
“I know what you’re thinking. At the very least, nothing can happen within the Qin family,” Bai Ya said calmly.
Qin Xuanjiao’s eyes lit up as she let out a low laugh. “Mom, have you already arranged everything?”
“Of course,” Bai Ya stroked her hair, her gaze growing sinister. “Anyone who dares take what belongs to my daughter I won’t let a single one off.”
Qin Mingzhu, who was drinking water, suddenly shivered.
“What’s wrong?” An Ping asked nervously.
“Feels like something’s off,” Qin Mingzhu rubbed her arms and turned her gaze meeting Bai Ya’s precisely.
“Be careful, don’t catch a chill,” An Ping said, unaware, stepping in front of her and draping a coat over her shoulders. “Come on, get in the car.”
Qin Mingzhu narrowed her fox-like eyes, a bad thought flashing through her mind.
Those two wouldn’t be planning to sabotage the wedding, would they?
After a moment of thought, she leaned close to An Ping and whispered a few instructions.
“Can I really do it?” An Ping asked nervously. “I’ve never hosted a wedding before.”
“You just make sure all the necessary steps are there. I’ll handle the rest,” Qin Mingzhu reassured her with a gesture.
The bridal convoy was arranged by the Gu family twelve Rolls-Royces in total, symbolizing twelve months of sweetness in marriage.
Sitting in the car, Qin Mingzhu’s heart beat faster the closer they got to the venue.
It would be a lie to say she wasn’t nervous especially since she hadn’t seen the groom for over a week.
The convoy circled the city before finally arriving at Coastal Night City. As soon as the car door opened, attendants swiftly rolled out a red carpet beneath her feet.
Guests were already seated. Under countless gazes, Qin Mingzhu steadily walked toward the man at the end of the carpet.
Dressed in a pure white wedding gown, her expression didn’t resemble an angel it was more like a mischievous little devil holding a trident.
The dress perfectly outlined her graceful figure full chest, slender waist, curving hips, and long legs faintly visible beneath the fabric.
Cheers seemed to rise around her. Qin Mingzhu steadied herself, her steps growing more resolute.
Just a week ago, they had been sitting at the same table. Now, seeing him again felt like a lifetime apart.
Gu Jingchen stood under the light like a king descending from the heavens cold, composed, his features sharp and sculpted.
Her heart nearly leapt into her throat. When she was just a step away, her hand was suddenly enveloped in his broad palm.
“You’re here?” Gu Jingchen lowered his gaze slightly, his deep, dark eyes reflecting only her.
For a moment, Qin Mingzhu almost believed she was the one in his heart.
She rose onto her tiptoes, her soft lips brushing his ear. “Husband, no matter what happens today, you’re not allowed to leave me.”
Gu Jingchen casually kneaded the back of her neck. “Who said something to you?”
“Don’t worry about what others said. I only care about what you do.”
The woman before him was like a cunning little fox smiling sweetly, seemingly easy to control, yet capable of biting hard when one least expected it.
Gu Jingchen found it interesting and curled his lips slightly. “Alright.”
The two walked past the crowd and onto the stage, where the large screen behind them cycled through childhood photos.
Most of Gu Jingchen’s were from his school years, while Qin Mingzhu’s were mostly from studying abroad her childhood photos were almost nonexistent.
“Buzz buzz ”
Suddenly, static crackled through the speakers. The screen flickered twice, then switched to a live rooftop view.
Gasps erupted among the guests.
On the screen, a woman stood at the edge of a rooftop, her face streaked with tears, clutching her phone as she trembled.
The cold wind billowed her hospital gown.
Then her voice rang clearly through the wedding broadcast “Jingchen… please… come see me.”