"Di Mingjue, he's actually attending the banquet!" Amidst the murmurs, someone exclaimed.
When someone who usually doesn't attend appears, they immediately become the center of attention.
Jiang Ziyu was forced to link arms with Di Mingjue, appearing intimate, but in reality, she was merely a mobile crutch.
Upon entering the banquet hall, everyone's attention shifted to Jiang Ziyu.
Rumor had it that her role in his "chongxi" (a ritual to bring good fortune and health, often performed by marrying someone) had awakened Di Mingjue from a three-year coma overnight. This led people to wonder if it was the chongxi, or if she possessed some extraordinary skills.
"President Di!" the host rushed out from the crowd, "It's our honor to have you here."
"Mayor Li is too kind," Di Mingjue, sparing with his words, ended the conversation with Mayor Li, who had hoped to continue chatting.
Before the banquet began, Mayor Li delivered a few polite remarks. Afterward, the audience responded with applause, and the banquet officially commenced.
Di Mingjue's presence undoubtedly made him the target of everyone present. The men sought to establish collaborations, while the women aimed to replace Jiang Ziyu as Mrs. Di.
"Assistant Shen, please accompany him. I'd like to rest on the sofa for a bit."
After fending off a wave of sycophants, Jiang Ziyu's inner resistance grew. Being a silent crutch was one thing, but now she had to endure being scrutinized by everyone.
When Di Mingjue had asked her to accompany him to the banquet that evening, Jiang Ziyu was a hundred percent unwilling. However, considering the issue of kidney sources, she reluctantly agreed for Yuze's sake.
Di Mingjue, aware that the banquet was dull, said, "Don't wander off carelessly."
"Got it. I'll stay within your sight," Jiang Ziyu replied perfunctorily.
From a distance, Jiang Feifei's newly manicured nails almost dug into her flesh. She was supposed to be the sensation of the entire event, but she never expected Jiang Ziyu to appear halfway through. More than anything, she was resentful that Jiang Ziyu, who had married a living corpse, had awakened so quickly.
Consumed by jealousy, she glared at Jiang Ziyu's retreating back and followed her, leaving behind Jiang Wenbin, who was engrossed in conversation with a greasy man.
"It really is true that clothes make the man," Jiang Feifei said, holding a wine glass, as she appeared behind Jiang Ziyu with a sarcastic tone.
Hearing the all-too-familiar voice, Jiang Ziyu's lips curved into a cold smile.
This was her own doing, walking into a trap.
Turning around, a chill and a refreshing aroma of wine washed over Jiang Ziyu's body and mind.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Jiang Feifei deliberately showcased the wine glass in her hand.
The liquid that should have been in the glass now stained Jiang Ziyu's skirt, vibrant like blood, dripping down.
Jiang Ziyu sneered, instantly recognizing her petty trick.
Did she really think that Jiang Ziyu was still the same person as before, who would stand there and let her bully her?
Ignoring her soiled dress, Jiang Ziyu strode past Jiang Feifei.
The height difference completely deflated Jiang Feifei's arrogance, but her unconquered resentment made her lift her chin and glare fiercely at Jiang Ziyu.
"Don't celebrate too soon. When President Di finds out you're a slut, see if he doesn't divorce you immediately."
Instead of anger, Jiang Ziyu was unconcerned. "So what? This 'slut' can become Mrs. Di, while someone who pretends to be pure and noble can only stand here, like a sour radish, spewing bitterness."
"You!" Jiang Feifei, enraged, reached out to slap Jiang Ziyu.
At that moment, a man intervened, shielding Jiang Ziyu behind him.
"Feifei, what are you doing to Ziyu!"
"Sheng Yan! You better realize who your girlfriend is!" Jiang Feifei, like a shrew, grabbed Sheng Yan's arm.
The man called Sheng Yan impatiently shook off her hand and reprimanded her with disgust, "Have you caused enough trouble?"
She was causing trouble?
Jiang Feifei gave a bitter smile.
Sheng Yan had long grown tired of Jiang Feifei's constant fussing. After seeing how beautiful Jiang Ziyu had become, he found Jiang Feifei even less appealing.