Hua Jing blinked.
Excuse ?
She was speechless.
Why was she being interrupted again?
And why was Jiang Lei behaving like this?
She glanced at Hua Ling, who, true to form, had tears welling up in her eyes, her expression one of heartbreaking sadness.
"Ling’er, please don’t cry. It’s our wedding day. I don’t want anything to ruin it."
Jiang Lei turned his head, his gaze landing on Hua Jing with the force of an accusation.
"And you!" His voice was sharp, brimming with righteous anger. "Hua Jing, when will you accept reality? You have already lost ! I have made my choice, and my choice is Hua Ling!"
Hua Jing’s mouth twitched.
She had already lost him?
As if she had ever been trying to win him back?
Jiang Lei stepped forward, his voice rising with every word. "Do you think you still have a chance? After everything? After the way you humiliated ? I have no regrets, Hua Jing! No regrets at all!"
Hua Jing stared at him.
The sheer audacity.
Jiang Lei scoffed, shaking his head. "Your problem has always been your wandering eyes. Always looking at other n, always searching for soone more handso, more charming. That’s why we could never work!"
Hua Jing raised an eyebrow.
Is this man serious?
"Look at you!" Jiang Lei continued, his tone dripping with scorn. "Even tonight, during the banquet, you were gazing at another man with those love-filled eyes of yours! Do you think no one saw?"
Hua Jing inhaled slowly.
She had no words.
Absolutely no words.
Jiang Lei clenched his fists dramatically. "That’s why I made my decision! Hua Ling is the only woman for . She is pure, she is kind, she has never once strayed!"
Oh, this was getting ridiculous.
Just when Hua Jing thought things couldn’t get any more absurd, Hua Ling lifted her head from Jiang Lei’s chest, her voice soft and trembling.
"Brother Jiang," she whispered, her eyes glistening, "I have always loved you."
A collective sigh rippled through the crowd.
So people even wiped their eyes.
Such a tragic love story!
Hua Ling continued, her voice delicate, heartbroken. "But my sister... she thinks I stole you from her. She has never forgiven ."
Gasps filled the air.
Hua Jing’s eye twitched.
When?
When had she ever said such things?
When had she even thought them?
This was absurd.
This was beyond absurd!
Jiang Lei held Hua Ling tightly, his voice filled with emotion.
"What do you an she has never forgiven you?" he asked, his tone full of righteous disbelief. "Ling’er, you did nothing wrong!"
He turned to the crowd, his eyes pleading as if to convince them, too.
"You did not steal from her. It is you I have always loved from the beginning—not her!"
Another round of gasps.
More murmurs of sympathy.
Hua Jing barely held back a snort.
This was the most ridiculous play she had ever seen.
Jiang Lei, his voice growing even more tender, brushed a tear off Hua Ling’s cheek. "It was always you. It was just... we never found the perfect timing to be together. But now, we have."
More sighs of admiration.
Jiang Lei smiled, his words growing more sickeningly sweet by the second. "No one will co between us again. I will never let go of you, Ling’er."
Even Hua Ling cringed slightly.
It was subtle, but Hua Jing caught it.
The slight twitch of her eye. The stiffness in her fingers as she clung to Jiang Lei’s robes.
It seed even she wasn’t prepared for just how far this idiot was willing to take this ridiculous act.
Hua Jing almost clapped for them.
Almost.
But she had a far better plan.
She took a slow step forward, gazing at the couple with an unreadable expression.
The mont she moved, all eyes turned to her again.
The villainess of the story.
The wicked woman who had tried to steal her sister’s happiness.
She could feel the accusations pressing down on her, the silent judgnt hanging in the air.
And across from her, Hua Ling was watching.
Her expression was still pitiful, but her eyes...
Her eyes were full of triumph.
Hua Jing smirked.
You want to put on a show, Hua Ling?
That’s too bad. A top actress is standing right in front of you.
Hua Jing barely needed a second to prepare.
In one smooth motion, she let her body sway.
A soft, fragile sigh escaped her lips.
Then—
She collapsed.
Gasps erupted around her.
Just as she had expected.
Everything went silent.
And in that perfect mont of stunned quiet—
A strong pair of arms caught her before she hit the ground.
Firm. Steady.
Dark, piercing eyes locked onto her own.
Zhao Yan.
The warmth of his hands against her waist was undeniable. The weight of his gaze, even more so.
Hua Jing inwardly smirked.
Right on cue.
Zhao Yan moving to catch her fell perfectly in line with Hua Jing’s plans.
She had anticipated it.
No, she had counted on it.
That was precisely why she had collapsed so gracefully.
Because a top actor was also right here.
Fu Jing Rong or Zhao Yan—it didn’t matter.
This man had a talent for sweeping in at the perfect mont.
And she was going to use that to her full advantage.
As expected, his arms wrapped around her, steady and firm, supporting her delicate, "fainting" form as if she were so fragile beauty wilting under the weight of heartbreak.
Hua Jing’s lips curled, her amusent barely concealed.
This was going even better than expected.
And from the hushed murmurs around her, the audience was already spellbound.
Hua Jing shifted in Zhao Yan’s arms and he seems to understand what she wanted to do because he hoisted her up.
Hua Jing saw the clear disgusted gazes being sent her direction and then turned to shift in Zhao Yan’s embrace.
Her face held deep hurt as she said softly,
"Husband, these people are calling you a flower boy and a gigolo, aren’t you going to stop them?"
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