"What’s going on? Why is the wedding being canceled out of the blue?"
"This is a big deal, I heard the two kids have already registered their marriage."
"I heard that the Jian Family went to the old residence last night, and it seems they were driven out in the end. There must be so hidden issues."
The people below whispered among themselves, all shocked by this sudden event.
The old lady took out Han Xi’s phone and played the video for everyone: "Our Wen Family will never allow such a woman to enter our doors. Originally, Yichen didn’t agree to this marriage, it was , the old woman, who forcibly insisted on holding the wedding. I want to apologize to my eldest grandson right here."
Below the stage, Wen Yichen mouthed to the old lady: "It’s alright, I’m not angry with you anymore."
The old lady looked at Wen Yichen and nodded with a smile.
Now the Jian Family was really upset. Instigated by Li Hui and Jian Haotian, they all beca indignant: "How can you cancel it just because you say so? The kids have already gotten their marriage certificate. Even if your Wen Family is wealthy, you can’t bully people like this. There has to be an explanation."
"Exactly, exactly, although we’re not nobility or anything, we do have so status. We can’t let you bully us like this."
Below the stage, the Jian Family was noisily arguing. Among the crowd, Zhang Min’s eyes filled with a sinister glare as she looked at the old lady. Without thinking, she took a dagger from her coat pocket and rushed forward.
"You old witch, you made lose everything. Today, I’m going to take you down with ."
In Zhang Min’s poisoned voice was a deep-seated hatred that gnawed at bones. Han Guanghong had already sold the house and company, yet they still owed over a million in debt. They rented a 70-square-ter apartnt, where three of them squeezed in and lived on ager als every day.
This life was simply worse than death, and now Zhang Min just wanted the old lady to die, to bury her along with her.
In an instant, everyone fell silent, all scared by Zhang Min’s sudden appearance.
Lu Jinghan, with quick reflexes, sprinted over to stop her. As he grabbed Zhang Min’s wrist, the dagger in her hand just happened to cut the old lady’s arm, and bright red blood started seeping out through the clothes.
Song Yan also rushed over to shield the old lady: "Grandma, are you alright?"
"I’m fine, it’s just a minor injury on the arm." The old lady was used to seeing all sorts of storms; she wouldn’t be scared by Zhang Min’s little tricks.
Han Xi and Zhang Linmiao ran over in a panic: "Grandma, let help you to get your wound bandaged."
The old lady nodded, letting Han Xi and Zhang Linmiao support her to the hotel’s room.
Wen Anbang called the hotel’s security to temporarily detain Zhang Min until the police arrived.
Zhang Min struggled desperately, trying to break free from the security’s grip, but they held her tightly. She glared wide-eyed, screaming hysterically: "Why do I have to live so miserably while you all live in luxury? I won’t accept it."
Wen Yichen stepped in front of Zhang Min, raising a hand to firmly pinch her face: "That’s just fate. Even if you were born without the destiny for wealth, you can’t steal it. Dare to hurt my grandmother, and I will make your life worse than death."
Although Wen Yichen usually seed indifferent to everything, if soone hard his family, he absolutely wouldn’t let it go.
Suddenly, Zhang Min started to laugh eerily, her nails painted tightly clenched into fists: "Even if I turn into a ghost, I won’t let the Wen Family get away. I already made up my mind before coming here; at worst, it’s just death."
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