"Awake?" Murong Xue sneered coldly, supporting her large pregnant belly as she gracefully stood up. "You actually have the nerve to show up at my wedding, Jiang Shiyu, is your face made of city walls? What, Shiyu and I are getting married, and you still want to break us up?"
Murong Xue walked up to Jiang Shiyu and raised her arm.
"Slap—"
A slap landed on Jiang Shiyu's left cheek.
It was incredibly loud.
Jiang Shiyu's cheek instantly swelled and reddened.
The pain was fiery.
Her hands and feet were bound, leaving her completely unable to resist or struggle.
"Yes, I'm here to annoy you. Miss Rong, don't get angry, lest the bastard in your belly..."
"Shut up!"
Murong Xue raised her hand again, slapping Jiang Shiyu's other cheek.
"Bitch!"
—
Another slap.
Murong Xue struck with vicious force, leaving five distinct red handprints on her face.
Jiang Shiyu's face went numb from the blows. She spat out a mouthful of blood, "Kill me, and your Brother Jiamu still won't love you. You should know perfectly well what he loves about you..."
"Shut up! Bitch! Bitch!"
Murong Xue slapped Jiang Shiyu repeatedly.
The pain was so extreme that she could no longer feel it.
Jiang Shiyu felt her face swell into a pig's head, almost obscuring her vision, her sight blurring.
"Heh heh! Look at your foolishness. Tonight, I'll make you watch me marry Su Jiamu, and I'll watch you get defiled by an old man! You think marrying my brother will keep you safe? My brother is possessive. Once you're tainted, you'll be like a worn-out shoe. You won't have to do anything; my brother will abandon you himself!
Murong Xue's eyes widened, her whites filled with bloodshot veins, as if her eyeballs would pop out with any further strain.
She hated Jiang Shiyu to the core, gnashing her teeth, wishing she could tear her into five pieces.
If it weren't for this damned woman, she and Su Jiamu would have been together long ago.
Jiamu's heart...
Still held this damned woman.
Last night, they were in the same bed, and Su Jiamu, with his back to her, had called out Jiang Shiyu's name in his sleep.
"Su Jiamu is trash, you can have him back, you're a trash can anyway..."
Jiang Shiyu sneered.
Only Murong Xue would fall for a cheating scumbag!
"Don't pretend you don't care about Jiamu, it's too fake! I don't believe you have no feelings for Jiamu at all! Just stay put, and I'll make you watch our wedding ceremony, and then I'll destroy you!"
Murong Xue suppressed her sinister smile and, in the next moment, adopted the gentle smile of a refined lady.
She turned gracefully and left the room.
The door closed, shutting everything out.
Jiang Shiyu came to her senses, her face throbbing with pain.
The taste of blood filled her throat.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket.
But her hands and feet were bound tightly, and she couldn't reach it.
Zhao Shuyao arrived at the hotel banquet hall and couldn't find Jiang Shiyu for a long time, searching everywhere.
She almost bumped into Su Jiamu in the corridor.
Zhao Shuyao frowned in disgust, about to walk away with her phone.
Su Jiamu hadn't expected to meet Zhao Shuyao here.
Although they had only met a few times, she was Jiang Shiyu's friend, and he had a deep impression of this vibrant and flamboyant woman.
Glancing at Zhao Shuyao's phone screen, which was dialing Jiang Shiyu's number, Su Jiamu grabbed her hand. "You're looking for Shiyu? What's wrong with Shiyu?"
"Groom, you should just get married. Today, you're the main character, and our Shiyu darling isn't good enough for you. I wish you a happy union, and may you torment my darling well. Bye!"
Zhao Shuyao pouted with disgust and then started to walk away.
Su Jiamu grabbed her, but before he could speak.
"Brother Jiamu!" Murong Xue's face was slightly pale as she stood at the end of the corridor.
Seeing Su Jiamu holding onto a sexy and fiery woman, Murong Xue's blood surged instantly.
Zhao Shuyao, seeing this, smiled seductively and leaned towards Su Jiamu. "Mr. Mu, the corridor isn't a good place. How about we go to a room..."
Zhao Shuyao was doing this deliberately.
Su Jiamu's expression was grim. "Xiaoxue, it's not like that..."
He shook off Zhao Shuyao and chased after her.
Zhao Shuyao stared at the man's retreating back and sneered, "Hmph, scumbag."
She turned to continue searching for Jiang Shiyu, but after searching everywhere, she had scoured almost the entire hotel.
But Jiang Shiyu was nowhere to be found.
Her phone wasn't answering, and she wasn't replying to texts or messages!
This girl was really something, didn't she know Zhao Shuyao would worry!
Zhao Shuyao was frantic, thinking Jiang Shiyu was with Murong Cheng. However, when she went to the hotel, she saw Murong Cheng standing among the celebrities, with no sign of Shiyu beside him.
Zhao Shuyao almost cursed.
Was her Shiyu darling asleep, looking at Murong Cheng so unconcerned?
But she had called so many times; even if she were asleep, she would have been woken up, right?
Zhao Shuyao was still uneasy and stepped forward in her high heels. "Mr. Murong!"
The crowd stopped talking and looked at Zhao Shuyao.
They were all stunned by her beauty.
Zhao Shuyao only looked at Murong Cheng. "Why isn't your wife attending?"
Everyone initially thought she was referring to Murong Cheng's wife.
As soon as Zhao Shuyao spoke, everyone assumed she was another woman trying to seduce President Rong.
Murong Cheng's eyes narrowed as he quickly scanned the surroundings. Indeed, Jiang Shiyu was nowhere to be seen. He had initially thought the little woman simply disliked the atmosphere...
He took out his phone, but before he could even dial, Zhao Shuyao stepped forward and lowered her voice. "Her phone is unreachable. Can we talk privately?"
"Something's up." Murong Cheng gave a brief greeting and then walked aside with Zhao Shuyao.
"I've searched the entire hotel and can't find her. Her phone, WeChat, and messages are all unanswered. She's never been like this. I suspect something might have happened..." Zhao Shuyao said, glancing around, but still couldn't see any familiar figures.
"I'll arrange for people to look."
Murong Cheng replied indifferently, then operated his phone and walked out.
The wedding was about to begin.
A well-known host from the country took the stage.
Unable to find Jiang Shiyu, Zhao Shuyao had no mood to attend the wedding, but she was afraid Jiang Shiyu might miss it if she returned to the banquet hall.
So, she casually found a seat and then looked left and right, like a giraffe, searching everywhere for Jiang Shiyu.
However, even as the bride and groom exchanged rings, Jiang Shiyu was still nowhere to be seen.
In the room.
In front of Jiang Shiyu was a large LCD television, broadcasting the wedding ceremony live.
Not only her but also many other viewers were watching the wedding live.
Jiang Shiyu watched the couple take their vows, exchange rings, and kiss...
All she wanted was to break free from the ropes.
She used all her strength, every method she knew.
But she still couldn't break free from the ropes.
The ropes were tied in a tight knot; not only her but even a strong, burly man couldn't break them.
Let alone her.
She struggled until sweat covered her entire body, but the ropes didn't loosen at all.