She said he looked better wearing these glasses than before, not just good-looking… but better-looking. It was as if a vast, encompassing tenderness surrounded him, bewitching his heart, making him deeply immersed and unable to extricate himself.

Fan Xia looked at Rong Xiu’s current appearance, without a trace of business acumen, dazed and stunned, and the corners of her mouth also inadvertently smiled.

“Let’s go.” She unlocked the door and went out.

The bathroom was far from the banquet hall, no one had discovered them, but just as Fan Xia stepped out, Zhuang Nian suddenly walked out of the bathroom.

Coincidentally, he ran into Rong Xiu coming out of the storage room.

“CEO, why are you here? I’ve been looking for you for a long time.” Zhuang Nian said loudly.

Zhuang Nian’s shout brought back Wen Lan Sheng, who hadn’t gone far. Wen Jing also followed. He didn’t know why he turned back when he heard someone calling for Rong Xiu, but his intuition told him that finding Rong Xiu meant finding Fan Xia.

Sure enough, as he walked back, he saw Fan Xia’s slender, graceful figure.

“Xia Xia!” He ran towards Fan Xia and hugged her in front of Rong Xiu: “Where did you go? Wen Jing and I looked everywhere but couldn’t find you. You don’t know how worried I was.”

“I didn’t go anywhere, just had an urgent company matter to discuss with Rong Xiu,” Fan Xia said with a smile.

Wen Lan Sheng looked at Rong Xiu.

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Rong Xiu didn’t speak, preoccupied with adjusting his shirt collar and tie, but the smile in his narrow eyes was unfathomable.

Only then did Wen Lan Sheng notice that Fan Xia’s hair bun was disheveled, and the iris flower pinned in her hair had disappeared, replaced by the remnants of flowers on the dirty floor of the dark storage room, almost crushed to bits.

Wen Lan Sheng’s face instantly turned deathly pale. Even though he knew Rong Xiu was Fan Xia’s lover outside, he didn’t expect Rong Xiu to be so bold.

Today was his wedding day, yet he dared to seduce his wife at his wedding!

Wen Lan Sheng bit his lip hard to control himself from slapping Rong Xiu’s face viciously.

“Xia Xia, the wedding is about to start, everyone is waiting for you. Let’s go quickly.” Wen Lan Sheng’s voice was trembling.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible.” Rong Xiu adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze challenging: “An urgent matter has come up at the company, Fan Xia and I must rush over to handle it.”

Wen Lan Sheng gritted his teeth, his gaze so horrific he seemed ready to devour Rong Xiu alive: “What urgent matter? Why must Fan Xia go? Can’t someone else go?”

Rong Xiu raised a morbidly triumphant smile: “No choice, who told Fan Xia to be my assistant? Only the two of us know about confidential company matters, outsiders can’t interfere.”

“But today is our wedding.” He spat out each word through clenched teeth.

Rong Xiu smiled arrogantly: “Although today is your wedding, I’m sorry Lan Sheng, I hope you can be understanding. You’re a house husband who doesn’t understand the hardships of women working outside. Men shouldn’t be so narrow-minded, otherwise how can they be good helpmeets?”

Wen Lan Sheng was so angry his lips quivered. He looked at Fan Xia, his gaze helpless and nervous: “Xia Xia, don’t go.”

Fan Xia shook her head helplessly: “Lan Sheng, this matter is very urgent, I must go.”

Wen Lan Sheng felt ice-cold all over, as if plunged into an icy cave.

He anxiously held Fan Xia’s hand, his tone flustered as he pleaded: “But today is our wedding. You can’t just leave like this. You can’t leave with this man, you can’t abandon me.”

Rong Xiu coldly laughed as he pried off Wen Lan Sheng’s hand: “Lan Sheng, now you’re in the wrong. Since you can’t share your wife’s work burdens, you should wholeheartedly support your wife’s work. How can you still try to stop Fan Xia from working? This matter is very important. If handled well, she’ll get promoted. I hope you won’t become a stumbling block hindering your wife’s promotion.”

“You—” Wen Lan Sheng’s gaze was icy cold.

“Fan Xia, let’s go quickly.” Rong Xiu urged.

“Lan Sheng, wait for me, I’ll be back soon.” Fan Xia gently kissed his forehead before leaving with Rong Xiu. Right in front of Wen Lan Sheng and his sister, the bride abandoned the groom.

His wife just left with another man like that.

Before Wen Lan Sheng could even say a word to make her stay, he watched her leave without hesitation with Rong Xiu. Wen Lan Sheng stumbled, collapsing to the ground, hitting a nearby decorative flower pillar. The iris flowers he had carefully selected scattered all over the floor. The noisy guests were attracted by the sudden commotion.

“Brother, what’s wrong?” Wen Jing went over to help him up.

“Oh no, what happened to the groom? Why is he on the ground?”

“Hmm? Was that the bride?”

“Why did the bride leave?”

“Who’s that man next to her?”

“Could it be… she eloped?”

Wen Lan Sheng’s head was spinning, his mind full of Rong Xiu’s smile—a contemptuous, arrogant smile full of his encirclement and suppression, thoroughly humiliating him as the groom in front of all the onlookers, trampling his dignity in the mud.

Wen Jing tried to help him up.

“Get away.” Wen Lan Sheng said coldly.

“Brother, are you alright?” Wen Jing asked.

“I told you to get away!” Wen Lan Sheng shouted, large tears rolling from his eyes, his expression nearly manic.

“Lan Sheng, what are you doing?” Xie Cen and Wen Ming Yue ran over, forcibly lifting Wen Lan Sheng from the ground: “This is a wedding, all the guests are here. Don’t make a scene and let people laugh at you.”

“Laugh?” Wen Lan Sheng laughed loudly, his smile tearful: “I’m already a joke. Everyone is laughing at me.”

Wen Ming Yue and Xie Cen looked at each other in bewilderment.

It was Wen Jing who told them what had just happened. Knowing that Fan Xia hadn’t suddenly changed her mind about the wedding, the couple breathed a sigh of relief. Now that they had no car and no house, if Fan Xia didn’t take them in, they would truly have nowhere to go.

Wen Ming Yue even tried to console Wen Lan Sheng: “Stop crying. Didn’t CEO Rong say that it was an urgent matter? He had no choice but to have Fan Xia return to the company. I’ve seen many cases like this online, where the bride is absent from the wedding due to work, and the groom holds the wedding alone.”

Xie Cen also said: “That’s right, Lan Sheng. You should be understanding of Fan Xia. Don’t cry on such a joyous day. Didn’t CEO Rong say that if this matter is handled well, Fan Xia might get promoted? Won’t her salary increase then?”

“Haha, hahaha, hahahaha,” Wen Lan Sheng looked at his parents’ greedy faces and laughed maniacally. In their eyes, they only cared about money. Where was there even a shred of concern for him, their son? No one cared about him. The only person who cared about him, the wife with whom he was about to enter the marriage hall and vow lifelong devotion, had been seduced away by that bastard Rong Xiu.

Xie Cen felt uneasy at Wen Lan Sheng’s laughter and said guiltily: “Lan Sheng, stop laughing. Now that Fan Xia has left, we need to think about how to explain this to the guests. Jing Jing, what do you think?”

“Me? Of course, we should tell the truth.” Wen Jing looked at Wen Lan Sheng, who appeared as miserable as a stray dog, feeling somewhat smug.

How arrogant her good brother had been before, thinking he could have a smooth life by following a rich woman. He wasn’t even willing to give out money to save his own sister’s life. Who would have thought that she would stand him up at the wedding?

Serve him right.

Wen Lan Sheng was still laughing, laughing at how pitiful and pathetic he was. Through his tear-filled eyes, he vaguely saw relatives, friends, and classmates giving him sympathetic looks.

Who needs their sympathy?

Wen Lan Sheng wiped away his tears, removed the boutonnière from his collar, and cradled it in his hands like a treasure.