Chapter 173: Chapter 173 Oh my, too perfect
Chapter 173: Chapter 173 Oh my, too perfect
Ye Shu merely curved her lips slightly, casting a cold sneer as she observed them wagging their tongues.
Only when their voices had diminished did she speak, “Finished talking? If so, please step aside and don’t block my way.”
“You!” Ye Xinyu had thought she would see Ye Shu embarrassed to tears, yet there she stood, still acting holier-than-thou and completely indifferent!
It left her seething with anger, her face turning pale.
What Ye Xinyu hated most was Ye Shu always acting like she was better than everyone else, when she was just a lowly woman kept by an old man—what right did she have to put on airs in front of her?
After a long while, Ye Xinyu took a deep breath and said, “Cousin, I’m giving you a friendly warning. For a woman like you, who’s found a man willing to settle for her, treasure him! Stop obsessing over our Zuo Cheng! Showing up at a wedding in a knockoff dress to steal the groom is hardly something to be proud of. Besides, Zuo Cheng only has me in his heart, the woman he will marry can only be me.”
“Is that so? If Ye Shengli suddenly went bankrupt, tell me… would Gu Zuocheng still marry you?” Ye Shuman flashed a cunning smile, striking right at Ye Xinyu’s sore spot.
While Ye Xinyu was choked with rage, Ye Shu gracefully walked past her, heading inside.
Ye Xinyu’s face turned a mix of white and blue.
Ye Shu, that damn wretched woman, cursed her to divorce just yesterday, and today she cursed her father to go bankrupt! If it weren’t for today being her grand wedding day, she would have torn Ye Shu’s mouth apart!
“Sister Xinyu, don’t be upset by such a low-class woman; she’s not worth it!”
“Exactly, just look at her acting all calm, like a pig not fearing boiling water—behind closed doors, who knows how much she cries!”
“Absolutely, arriving at the wedding in a beaten-up old car, unlike our Sister Xinyu’s love, whose garage is filled with cars worth millions; any single one could crush her old man’s junk heap!”
“And besides, our Sister Xinyu has a handsome man like Gu Zuocheng defending her, unlike Ye Shu, who can only be played by old men. For now, the old man might buy her some knockoffs, but once he tires of her, who knows if he’ll even give her money for knockoffs!”
With everyone’s flattering, Ye Xinyu regained her mood, straightened her demeanor, and entered the venue ahead of Ye Shu.
By then, Gu Zuocheng was already standing on the stage, extending his hand to her.
Ye Shengli walked beside her and led her towards the stage.
Music played and lights shone on her face.
Ye Xinyu felt like the happiest woman in the world at that moment.
Ye Shu, that wretched woman, would forever have to please different old men, wear knockoff rings and dresses for a lifetime!
As Ye Xinyu thought this, her smile grew even wider.
The applause of the crowd was resounding, all congratulating her and Gu Zuocheng.
She even heard many women whispering, discussing the Franse-designed third-generation wedding dress she wore.
“My god, a Franse limited edition wedding gown—it’s so beautiful.”
“There are only three in the world; even money cannot easily buy one. Ye Xinyu is truly fortunate…”
As Ye Xinyu soaked in everyone’s admiration, she gracefully ascended the stage.
When Ye Shengli handed her hand over to Gu Zuocheng, someone suddenly stood up in excitement, “Oh my god, it’s perfect!”
“I never thought I’d see Franse’s masterpiece in my lifetime, at this age.”
Hearing such compliments, Ye Xinyu felt herself floating on air.
With one hand on Gu Zuocheng’s, she effortlessly picked up a microphone on her side and spoke with a sweet smile, “I know there are many fashionistas here today to appreciate Master Fran’s work. To express my gratitude, I’ve taken the liberty of inviting everyone to join us on stage, like family, to see and photograph this masterpiece up close, as a tribute to Master Fran.”