"Pfft!" Ye Shu held back her laughter, "We meet, that’s fine, but to say someone is in love with you just because of a fiery red pendant, isn’t that too childish? Plus, it’s just a pendant. Do you really think it proves anything?"
After that, Ye Shu clapped her hands!
Immediately, a melodious sound filled the air, and seven or eight tall, beautiful bridesmaids with fair skins elegantly walked onto the stage.
"What are you going to do? Start a fight again, right? Come on then!" Mrs. Han, seeing Ye Shu’s bridesmaids approach the stage and fearing her daughter might get beaten up, rushed onto the stage to protect Han Ruixin. She herself had been beaten to a point of being unrecognizable, her face swollen and bruised, causing the audience to burst into laughter.
"A fight?" Ye Shu said with disdain, "Don’t judge others by your Han family’s standards. Do you think I would stoop to violence at my own wedding?"
"So what are you doing then?" Mrs. Han, startled like a frightened bird, quickly realized what was happening, and both mother and daughter were so angered they nearly fainted.
After Ye Shu’s bridesmaids passed by them, they arranged themselves orderly on either side of Ye Shu, centering around her.
With that, Ye Shu’s side’s momentum soared instantly, and each of those bridesmaids’ delicate necks were adorned with a fiery red pendant!
The crowd below immediately burst into uproar, "Wow, look, all the bridesmaids have the same fiery red pendants!"
"Yeah, it’s exactly like the one Han Ruixin is wearing!"
"Exactly right—the shape, length, color, oh my gosh, they’re exactly the same! How did they replicate it?"
"Well, it’s not right to say the bridesmaids have knock-offs. Given how awful Han Ruixin’s character is, and her fake demeanor, I think hers is the knock-off!"
"Right, right, I agree, Han Biao’s pendant is definitely a counterfeit!"
"Wow, now that we think about it, her status as a lifesaver might just be fake as well!"
With this statement, everyone again boiled over, finding it to make a lot of sense. Han Ruixin’s identity as a lifesaver was utterly fake—two hundred percent!
"Shut up, all of you, what nonsense are you all spewing?" Han Ruixin cried out as the accusations grew louder from below. She was completely panicked; she knew she was indeed a fake, and if anyone managed to reveal even a sliver of credible evidence, not only would she truly lose her Brother Chen, but she would also ignite public fury!
"Brother Chen, Brother Chen!" Han Ruixin cried, looking at Sheng Shaochen, her voice miserable and tinged with desperation.
Seeing this, Ou Linlin below knew that Han Biao was trying to play the victim to gain sympathy again. Frustrated, she tightly grabbed Sun Nanjue’s neck and said anxiously, "Don’t listen to her! Sheng Shaochen, you mustn’t go soft at this crucial moment. That woman is all an act. Our Ye Shu is the one who truly means well for you—don’t listen, don’t listen, don’t—"
"Hey, my Little Linlin, it’s okay to be angry, but no matter how nervous or angry you are, you shouldn’t strangle your husband!" Sun Nanjue gasped for air, taken aback by her grip as her temper really got the best of her!
Hearing Sun Nanjue’s continuous coughing, Ou Linlin realized what she was doing and quickly let go, then patted his chest, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Nan Jue, are you okay?"