The explosive words echoed through the venue via the microphone.
Before the crowd could process what was happening, ten fashionably dressed playboys strode into the wedding venue.
Shen Yanyan’s face turned as pale as paper upon seeing the ten men.
She had no idea how Shen Zhiyi managed to bring those ten young masters back to the capital from abroad.
But she knew one thing for certain—her wedding was about to be ruined.
Some guests in the seating area had already recognized the ten playboys.
“Aren’t those the male leads from the video?”
“If they’re here in person, that means the explicit videos and photos are real!”
“Damn, Ji Yanli’s collection of green hats is too many to count.”
…
The ten young masters paid no attention to the surrounding gossip, each holding a red envelope as a wedding gift.
They approached Ji Yanli and handed him the envelopes.
Young Master 1: “Back in our campus days, Shen Yanyan was famously known as a social butterfly. She worked hard to marry into our families. When I suggested something adventurous, she went with me to the grove without hesitation.”
Young Master 2: “What’s a grove compared to us? We’ve done it in cars and swimming pools.”
Young Master 3: “You guys are nothing! Back when I said I didn’t like using protection, she even went to get an IUD for me.”
Young Master 4: “You all are downright inhuman!”
Young Master 5: “It’s really not our fault! She said she’d do anything as long as she could marry one of us.”
…
They chattered back and forth before finally noticing Ji Yanli’s face, dark enough to drip ink.
“At the time, we were all wondering which idiot would be foolish enough to marry a woman like Shen Yanyan. We never expected it to be you, President Ji.”
They chuckled awkwardly and added, “No offense meant, President Ji. It’s just… surprising.”
“Right? Even though Shen Yanyan’s been passed around, look on the bright side—at least she’s good in bed!”
“We came specifically to wish you and Shen Yanyan a happy marriage and a long life together.”
Their blessings felt like knives stabbing straight into Ji Yanli’s heart.
“Shen Yanyan, is this what you called ‘receiving medical treatment abroad for eight years’?”
“Yanli-gege, let me explain…”
“Explain what? Your flings have already shoved these green hats onto my head, and you still expect me to believe you? Do you take me for a fool?!”
Ji Yanli shoved away Shen Yanyan’s grasping hand in fury. “What else have you been hiding from me?!”
Shen Yanyan couldn’t utter a single word in her defense, only shaking her head as she cried.
She hoped her tears would soften his heart.
Instead of softening his heart, she attracted another “fatal blow” from Shen Zhiyi!
Shen Zhiyi had no intention of leaving Shen Yanyan any way out. “Oh? How did you know Shen Yanyan has been lying to you about something else?”
Ji Yanli: “?”
Shen Yanyan: “?”
Shen Zhiyi: “The one who risked her life to save you back then—your White Moonlight—wasn’t Shen Yanyan. It was me, your grandmother.”
Her words were brief and clear.
But they struck like thunder, shocking everyone present.
Shen Yanyan didn’t even have time to react.
Ji Yanli stood frozen for a long moment before he finally found his voice again.
“How is that possible…”
Shen Zhiyi had anticipated that this fool wouldn’t easily believe her.
She clapped her hands.
Immediately, several more people walked in.
Ji Yanli recognized one of them—a middle-aged man.
Back when he was kidnapped and taken to the mountain valley, a little girl saved him while he was injured and sent him to a rural clinic for treatment. The one who saved him was that middle-aged man.
“President Ji, you mustn’t be deceived! The one who saved you back then was Miss Shen Zhiyi, not Shen Yanyan!”
A neighbor aunt from the Shen family: “President Ji, I can also testify! When you had the accident back then, Shen Yong and his family took their son and this adopted daughter on a vacation to the seaside! Who knows where they got the money.”
Scenic area hotel manager: “That’s right, I was the one who checked them in. The Shen family of four vacationed for a full half month. So President Ji, the person who saved you absolutely couldn’t have been Shen Yanyan.”
…
One witness after another came forward with solid evidence, thoroughly crushing Shen Yanyan.
Ji Yanli’s entire body trembled.
He never imagined he had been kept in the dark, deceived for so many years.
“Brother Yanli, don’t be fooled by Shen Zhiyi!” Shen Yanyan pointed at Shen Zhiyi, “She wants to ruin our wedding, that’s why she brought these people to frame me!”
The next second.
A large hand clamped around her neck.
Ji Yanli’s eyes were bloodshot, his furious voice trembling with suppressed rage.
“Shen Yanyan, do you really think I’d believe your lies now? You bitch! You don’t deserve any of what you have!”
“Jiang Cheng!”
Assistant Jiang Cheng stepped to his side.
Ji Yanli said coldly, “Reclaim all the properties, luxury cars, shares, including jewelry and bags I gave Shen Yanyan! Not a single item left!”
Jiang Cheng: “Yes, President Ji!”
“No…” Shen Yanyan still wanted to struggle, but the next moment, two female staff members approached her.
“Sorry Miss Shen, the wedding dress and jewelry you’re wearing all belong to President Ji. We need to take them back.”
“Get away!”
Shen Yanyan resisted, and the staff stopped smiling politely, directly pulling at her belongings.
Necklace, ring, bracelet, earrings… all valuable items were roughly torn off.
Finally, the wedding dress on Shen Yanyan’s body.
With disheveled hair, Shen Yanyan hugged herself, looking utterly wretched.
Her resentful eyes filled with hatred, wishing she could tear Shen Zhiyi to pieces.
Shen Zhiyi casually picked up a glass of champagne from the wedding venue, calmly raising it in a toast, returning a smile to her.
In her mind, she recalled the original host’s memories.
The original host, falsely accused by Shen Yanyan of stealing money, had once been treated the same way – stripped of clothes and pushed into the rain, with nowhere to go, forced to hug herself tightly while hiding in a corner.
“Shen Zhiyi!” Shen Yanyan snapped, charging toward Shen Zhiyi, intending to take them both down.
Shen Zhiyi saw her murderous intent but remained standing still.
The next second, a figure stepped in front of her, pushing the charging Shen Yanyan to the ground – it was Ji Yanli.
Ji Yanli had reached his limit: “Shen Yanyan, haven’t you gone crazy enough!Shen Yanyan looked up wretchedly, seeing Shen Zhiyi’s provocative smirk and Ji Yanli protecting her.
“Ji Yanli, why are you pretending to be so devoted here? Yes! I did impersonate Shen Zhiyi’s act of saving you, but how stupid are you!”
She stood up, laughing madly.
“The White Moonlight you’ve been looking for has been right beside you all along! But you? Blind and foolish, unable to recognize her, even treating her as my Substitute! Haha! How ridiculous you are!”
“Shut up!”
Ji Yanli slapped her hard across the face.
Shen Yanyan’s head snapped to the side, blood trickling down, “You hit me?”
She lunged at Ji Yanli, hitting him. “You think you’re some kind of victim! I admit I’ve schemed a lot over the years, but don’t forget!”
“All those things that hurt Shen Zhiyi were done by your own hands!”
“Shut up!”
Ji Yanli and Shen Yanyan tussled together.
The scene descended into chaos.
Guests pulled out their phones to take photos and record videos.
Madam Ji rushed between them, pleading, “Stop recording, everyone stop!”
“Don’t hit my son! You wretched woman!”
Eventually, the two-person fight turned into a three-person brawl.
Jiang Cheng brought a group of people to pull them apart.
The wedding venue, which cost millions to set up, was left in complete disarray.
Shen Zhiyi was very satisfied. She turned away with a smile.
Her slender figure stood out against the chaotic scene behind her, as beautiful as a painting.
Dark clouds covered the sky, and suddenly it began to rain.
Shen Zhiyi reached out her hand, letting raindrops fall into her palm.
She curled her lips slightly. “It’s raining.”
Not only Shen Zhiyi was pleased—Lu Junyue was too.
He enjoyed watching Ji Yanli humiliated and embarrassed.
Ten spoiled young masters obediently approached Grandma Lu.
“Madam Lu, we’ve completed the tasks you assigned us. May we leave now?”
“Go ahead.”
With a wave of Grandma Lu’s hand, the ten notoriously unruly young masters breathed a sigh of relief and fled as if running for their lives.
Night fell, and the rain grew heavier.
“How much has Shen Yong lost?” Shen Zhiyi asked, stepping out of the shower wrapped in a towel, phone in hand as she made a call.
The person on the other end replied respectfully, “He’s already lost twenty million.”
Shen Zhiyi: “Time to reel him in.”
Shen Yong was the original host’s gambling-addicted, abusive scum of a father—the one who had caused her the most pain.
To deal with him, she had invested heavily in setting up this trap.
Fortunately, Grandma had given her an 800 million betrothal gift, more than enough for her to squander.
The voice on the phone: “Understood, Miss Shen. Should we chop off one of his hands?”
Shen Zhiyi walked to the window and drew back the curtains. “No need. I’ll chop off his hands myself.”
She hung up.
Only then did her gaze pass through the window, settling on Ji Yanli, who was still kneeling in the heavy rain outside the Lu family’s entrance.