Three months easily passed, the day of Ye Mingyu and Han Yize's wedding finally arrived. The news reached the public and although the wedding was expected to be grand, no one was on Ye Mingyu's side to give her away to her supposed husband. With her mother dead a long time ago and Su Haoran serving his time behind bars, Su Xiaofei realized that Ye Mingyu had been truly alone from the start.
Han Yize was greeting the guests, but it was obvious that he didn't have any interest in mingling with them. He left and allowed his parents to entertain them instead. He didn't even spot his second cousin, Han Zijun, who arrived with Su Xiaofei.
The two instantly garnered everyone's attention because of Su Xiaofei's presence. It wasn't a secret that she was rumored to be Ye Mingyu's sister. She was dressed in white fitted dress that reached her knees. It seemed that she had lost a lot of the weight she gained during her pregnancy.
"You know, Xiaofei, I never thought you'd be brave enough to come here with me." Han Zijun admitted, as they gave a polite smile to the other guests. "I'm surprised that your ever overprotective husband allowed you to step into the lair of your very own nemesis."
She had come today as Han Zijun's plus one, because she knew that neither Ye MIngyu nor Han Yize would extend an invitation to her.
"You'll be surprised at how many guards he sent with me this time." She chuckled. "How can I miss this chance to gloat in front of Ye Mingyu? I'm pretty sure she's feeling sad because none of her so-called friends came to greet her."
For someone who used to be a social butterfly in their previous life, Ye Mingyu surely was lacking company these days. The tables had been turned now, and Ye Mingyu was married, but she was about to experience the pain of being neglected and unwanted at the same time.
"Su Xiaofei? Why are you here?"
Su Xiaofei turned to the direction of the voice and saw Feng Xue'er alone. The woman was dressed in a pitchblack dress and she looked ghostly pale.
"Oh my, what a surprise, Miss Feng. Were you able to find the evidence you were talking about during our last meeting?" She raised a flute towards Feng Xue'er as a greeting.
Feng Xue'er visibly blanched and rubbed her arm.
"I did, but I don't know what to do with it." She admitted, her voice laced with fear.
"And yet, you dare to come here knowing that you may suffer the same fate as Cai Lin. Did Ye Mingyu send you an invitation?" Su Xiaofei asked.
"She wants to mend our friendship, which I doubt existed in the first place. How could I possibly be friends with a heartless person like her? She took advantage of him, drove him mad until she had enough of him and discarded him like a worthless person."
"Then hand over the evidence to the police and let them handle the case." Su Xiaofei suggested, but Feng Xue'er shook her head.
"Did you grow soft, Su Xiaofei? I might be afraid of her, but that doesn't mean I will forgive her."
After saying those words, Feng Xue'er left and disappeared.
Su Xiaofei pondered for a moment and turned to face Han Zijun.
"Excuse me, Brother Han. I need to greet my sister privately." She excused herself and went to the private waiting room where Ye Mingyu would receive guests before the wedding started.
"Be careful then. I wouldn't want Lu Qingfeng to come after me." Han Zijun said and spotted the Zhang siblings in the crowd, making their way to follow their mistress.
Su Xiaofei left with her bodyguards and entered the bridal chamber with them. She didn't argue with them anymore and didn't want the Zhang sisters to regret anything again. These two never dared to leave her out of their sight no matter where she went.
Ye Mingyu, who was dressed in a bridal gown, was startled upon hearing the door open. No one came to see or greet her. She knew that those who were here today only came to show face to the Han family.
She turned her head, wanting to see who entered the room. The smile on her face faltered upon seeing Su Xiaofei alive and well. She still looked as stunning as Ye Mingyu remembered and was reminded of just how much she hated Su Xiaofei's very existence.
"A wedding is supposed to be the best day of a woman's life, but why do you look like you are in for a funeral instead?" Su Xiaofei chuckled, her eyes sweeping around the room, scanning to see how many gifts the bride had received, but Ye Mingyu was perfectly alone.
"Su Xiaofei," Ye Mingyu hissed, not bothering to hide her annoyance. "What are you doing here?"
She couldn't believe that Su Xiaofei managed to survive. Didn't she put enough cold poison in the tea she had given to Yun Qingrong? It should be enough to kill Su Xiaofei slowly. It was simply impossible for this villainess to be able to face her unscathed when almost a year had passed since then.
"What am I doing here?" Su Xiaofei placed a hand on top of her chest, feigning feeling hurt by Ye Mingyu's words. "But what kind of sister would I be if I don't show up here to give you my blessings? After all the trouble you went through to make sure we are related to each other, are you going to deny me?"
"Blessings, my ass!" Ye Mingyu sneered. "You just wanted to see me suffer, didn't you? Guess what, Su Xiaofei. You can't stop me anymore."
"You think that being a Madam of a wealthy family would make you happy?" Su Xiaofei frowned. "Are you sure this marriage would give you everything your heart yearned for? Ye Mingyu, you are more foolish than I think you are."
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