Chapter 28

The long-awaited wedding day had finally arrived. 

Zhuo Xuan sat in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection in the wedding gown, her heart fluttering with excitement. 

She adjusted the diamond tiara on her head and pouted, "Ugh, this tiara is so heavy! My neck is too delicate—it's barely holding up." 

The bridesmaids, who had just changed into their unflattering dresses, exchanged glances at this humblebrag before forcing out compliments: "Look at our Xuanxuan, so gorgeous! Stunning!" 

Basking in the praise, Zhuo Xuan's mood soared—until she turned to her "besties" and gasped, covering her mouth. "Oh my god, how did you all get so fat?!" 

"..." 

With that single sentence, she offended the entire bridal party. The four faux-sisters' faces fell, barely resisting the urge to roll their eyes skyward. 

While Zhuo Xuan had been meticulous about her own gown, the bridesmaid dresses looked like they'd been snatched from a flea market—cheap pink separates that highlighted every unflattering curve, making them look like linebacker versions of themselves. The moment they'd put them on, they'd wanted to rip them off and throw them in the bride's face. 

*"Come witness my happiness," my ass*, they seethed inwardly. *You just wanted human props to make yourself look better!* 

Still unsatisfied with her makeup, Zhuo Xuan sighed at the artist. "My skin is just too pale. Add more blush, okay? Ugh, I'm so jealous of people with natural rosy cheeks—they get built-in blush, how lucky~" 

One bridesmaid who struggled with facial redness felt the sting and cursed internally: *Bitch, it's just a wedding, not the Nobel Prize! Hope you get to do this again soon!* 

The dressing room fell into awkward silence—except for Zhuo Xuan's one-woman comedy show. 

"A woman in her wedding dress is truly at her most beautiful. It's too bad I can only get married once in my life. Wouldn't it be great if I could have weddings every day..." 

"President Yu!" 

The bride's monologue was cut off by sudden greetings. Zhuo Xuan swallowed her words, heart skipping, as she turned to see Yu Jinwen. Instantly, she morphed from humblebragging queen into a demure flower. "Jin-ge~" 

Yu Jinwen looked like a prince stepped out of a Renaissance painting in his impeccably tailored white suit. The bridesmaids' eyes turned to hearts, burning with envy. 

*What the hell did this little witch do to deserve a man this handsome and rich?!* 

Approaching Zhuo Xuan, Yu Jinwen asked gently, "Everything ready? Can your health handle it?" 

Her eyes flickered. "I'm fine! I'm not as fragile as you think." 

Quick to change the subject, she admired him. "My man looks good in anything. Jin-ge, starting today, I want to call you something new." 

The bridesmaids seized the chance to tease. "What? Hubby? Darling? Or maybe 'my lord'?" 

"Ew, no! Those are so basic." 

Fluttering her false-lashed, circle-lens-enhanced eyes, Zhuo Xuan gazed up at Yu Jinwen and cooed, "How about... 'A-Jin'?" 

Yu Jinwen's composed expression fractured instantly. A familiar, distant voice echoed in his ears— 

*"A-Jin, stay still. Let me help you change."* 

*"A-Jin, don't worry! If you keep up with rehab, you'll walk again! I'll always be here!"* 

*"A-Jin, you're home! I made your favorites—fried shrimp and sweet-and-sour ribs!"* 

*"A-Jin, talk to me..."* 

**THUD.** 

A pile of snacks landed on the coffee table. Nan Song sat cross-legged on the sofa, tearing open a bag of chips, her eyes fixed blankly on the live wedding broadcast—exclusive worldwide coverage. 

Bai Luyu sighed at his clearly distressed little sister. "Why torture yourself like this?" 

"You wouldn't understand. It's called fighting poison with poison." 

She cranked up the volume, jaw tight. "If I don't see him marry someone else with my own eyes, how can I truly move on?" 

Bai Luyu pressed his lips together, then picked up his phone to message the [Anti-Mistress Task Force] group chat—