Chapter 30

Nan Song wasn't paying attention to Yu Zeyu's antics—her gaze was locked on the stage. 

The auspicious hour had arrived. The emcee stepped up, delivering a flowery opening speech. As the groom made his entrance to thunderous applause, the crunching of Nan Song's chips came to an abrupt halt. 

There he was—Yu Jinwen, her ex-husband, standing calmly under the spotlight in his white suit, his tall frame and striking features rivaling the brilliance of the stage lights. 

She'd seen him in suits countless times, but this was her first glimpse of him in white. The stark color softened his usual severity, lending him an almost scholarly elegance. 

*This must be the happiest day of his life*, she thought, chewing mechanically. The chips tasted bitter—probably expired. 

Just as the emcee finished introducing the groom and prepared to welcome the bride, a clear voice rang out from the main table: 

"Wait!" 

All eyes turned as Yu Zeyu bounded onto the stage, shoving a folder into Yu Jinwen's hands. "Ge, look at this!" 

Yu Jinwen's expression darkened. "Xiao Yu, you've caused enough trouble these past few days. If you dare disrupt this wedding, there will be consequences." 

With a sharp gesture, He Zhao and others rushed to drag Yu Zeyu away. In the scuffle, the documents scattered across the stage—kicked aside by Yu Jinwen without a glance. 

Bai Luyu tsked. "Kid's a bit weak. Wasted my scriptwriting." 

Nan Song's eyes narrowed. "What did you do? What was in those documents?" 

Grinning, Bai Luyu turned her head back toward the screen. "Keep watching. The real show's about to start." 

The emcee laughed off the interruption. "Just a minor hiccup! Now, let's welcome the radiant bride, Zhuo Xuan!" 

To applause, Zhuo Xuan appeared—crown glinting, bouquet in hand, cheeks flushed with demure joy. Amid her bridesmaids, she looked every bit the fairy-tale princess. 

Step by step, she approached Yu Jinwen. 

Then the piano music warped. 

Soft moans—feminine, unmistakable—blared through the venue's premium sound system: *"Aha... nono... come on, baby..."* 

Every gasp, every sigh echoed in crystal-clear 3D surround sound. 

Seasoned adults coughed discreetly; parents clapped hands over children's ears. Zhuo Xuan froze mid-step, face draining of color. 

*That voice... It sounded like—* 

Yu Jinwen's expression turned glacial. "What is this?" 

He Zhao, on the verge of a breakdown, sent staff scrambling to investigate. After a few more scandalous seconds, the music abruptly normalized. 

The emcee forced a chuckle. "Another small hiccup! Let's proceed!" 

Nan Song's eyes sharpened. "Was that... Zhuo Xuan?" 

Even through the English phrases, that saccharine tone was unmistakable. 

Bai Luyu leaned back, smug. "Oh, just wait."