Chapter 37: Entangled in One's Own Web

The heavy doors slowly opened, and under dazzling lights, Lin Miaomiao, adorned in a wedding dress studded with delicate diamonds, gracefully walked forward. Amidst a shower of falling petals and the gaze of the assembled guests, she held her head high, her slender neck arched, as she moved toward Fu Tingshen at the other end.

Yet, she soon noticed that Fu Tingshen, in this moment, was not looking at his bride, but rather at Song Qingyou, who sat quietly in a corner.

Her smile, radiant with happiness and pride, faltered for a brief second before she composed herself and walked toward Fu Tingshen as if nothing was amiss.

Malice flickered in her thoughts: it didn’t matter. After today, she would make sure the entire capital knew that Song Qingyou was a woman who seduced her husband’s nephew while still married!

“Tingshen,” she called softly as she reached him, prompting him to snap out of his distraction and return to the ceremony.

After exchanging rings, as Fu Tingshen lowered his head to kiss the bride, Lin Miaomiao opened her eyes just a sliver, glancing in Song Qingyou’s direction.

Song Qingyou, anything that belongs to me, Lin Miaomiao, no one else can take!

“Someday, when we get married, my ceremony will be ten times livelier than this one,” whispered Fu Wenzhou beneath the stage, biting his lip as he noticed Song Qingyou’s unwavering gaze toward the couple above. Jealousy colored his tone.

Song Qingyou sensed Lin Miaomiao’s eyes upon her, barely registering the words of the man beside her. She murmured an absent-minded response.

Fu Wenzhou suddenly sat up straight, his eyes blazing as he stared at her. “Did you just agree?”

Song Qingyou, snapping out of her reverie, asked in confusion, “Agree to what?”

Fu Wenzhou repeated his earlier remark, and after hearing it, Song Qingyou’s heart skipped a beat, though her expression remained cool. “I will not marry you.”

On stage, Fu Tingshen and Lin Miaomiao held microphones, recounting the hardships they had overcome together.

Though not once did they mention Song Qingyou, every word seemed to circle back to her.

Within their love story, Song Qingyou appeared to be the villain who kept them apart, the reason their romance was beset with obstacles. The audience’s gazes drifted toward Song Qingyou, whose features remained calm and detached.

She sat in an unobtrusive spot, serenely watching the proceedings.

But beside her, Fu Wenzhou resembled a cold-faced judge, his icy glare sweeping across the crowd as they looked her way. The chill in his eyes made people instinctively avert their gaze.

Some bold journalists pointed their cameras directly at Song Qingyou, hoping to capture a trace of emotion from the former Mrs. Fu.

But they were disappointed. Song Qingyou sat upright throughout, her exquisite features flawless. When her face appeared on the high-definition screen, she was as breathtakingly beautiful as ever.

The master of ceremonies announced, “On this special day, Miss Lin has thoughtfully prepared a short film for the couple’s love story. Let us witness the steadfastness of their affection together.”

Before the words faded, music began and two figures appeared slowly on the big screen.

Lin Miaomiao turned to Song Qingyou, her smile triumphant.

After today, Song Qingyou would be ruined—her seductive video with Fu Wenzhou exposed to the public, her reputation destroyed for enticing her husband’s nephew while married.

The next moment, startled cries erupted from the audience.

Lin Miaomiao was nearly overcome with laughter.

Oh Song Qingyou, how can you compete with me? I’ll make you see—you can never win against me. I can take him from your side, and I can make him utterly loathe you!

But then, she saw Song Qingyou smile.

A strange unease swept through Lin Miaomiao's heart. She realized the entire audience was now staring at her, expressions of ridicule, sympathy, and schadenfreude.

Each face wore a different look.

Beside her, Fu Tingshen suddenly growled in anger, “Lin Miaomiao! What are you trying to do?!”

Lin Miaomiao turned in shock toward the big screen behind her, only to see that, instead of the incriminating video she had ordered prepared—Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou—it was a scene of Fu Tingshen himself, embracing a woman at the entrance of a hotel.

In the footage, Fu Tingshen’s hand slid under the woman’s dress, lifting her leg onto his waist…

Though the lighting was dim, everyone present was old enough to understand exactly what was happening.

All color drained from Lin Miaomiao’s face.

She stared at the screen in disbelief, then suddenly slapped Fu Tingshen across the face. “You went behind my back to find another woman! How could you betray me, Fu Tingshen!”

The entire venue erupted in chaos.

Everyone’s attention was fixed on Lin Miaomiao and Fu Tingshen on stage, except for Fu Wenzhou, who never took his eyes off Song Qingyou.

At the moment Lin Miaomiao’s hand struck, he clearly saw her lips curl in a faint smile, quickly masked as she covered her mouth with a handkerchief and coughed softly. From his angle, her eyes shimmered with amusement.

She was like a little fox who had just pulled off a successful prank.

Vivid and radiant.

Fu Wenzhou felt as if feathers brushed lightly against his heart, a tingling warmth spreading through his body.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he thought Song Qingyou in this moment resembled an enchanting spirit, capable of seducing souls.

“My God, what is this?”

“The wedding just turned into a public exposure—so thrilling!”

“Didn’t they say Fu Tingshen adored Lin Miaomiao, even divorcing Miss Song for her? What now?”

“Hilarious! Song Qingyou looks like that and Fu Tingshen still divorced her. Lin Miaomiao’s from a modest family—can she really keep his heart?”

“Lin Miaomiao flaunted her love everywhere, but it turns out Fu Tingshen was seeing other women all along. Men with one mistress will always have more.”

The surrounding chatter nearly pierced Lin Miaomiao’s eardrums. She suddenly screamed, hysterically tugging at Fu Tingshen’s clothes. “I’ve been with you for so many years—how could you betray me! I’m pregnant with your child! You…”

“Lin Miaomiao!” Fu Tingshen, consumed with rage, glared at her with a chilling, indifferent look. “You broadcast this on our wedding day just to humiliate your husband? Hah, I didn’t realize you had such nerve!”

His eyes were so cold that all their past affection vanished, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head, waking her completely.

Lin Miaomiao looked around in panic, her heart sinking.

What did it matter if Fu Tingshen had cheated? As long as he still wanted her, that was enough!

She had sacrificed so much—willing even to bear a child with Down syndrome just to use the baby to secure her place in the Fu family. She couldn’t afford any mishaps at this stage, otherwise her years of painstaking effort would all be wasted!

Crying, Lin Miaomiao clung to Fu Tingshen’s arm. “It wasn’t me, Tingshen, believe me, it really wasn’t me. I know now—it’s all her!”

Suddenly, she pointed at Song Qingyou in the crowd, her voice venomous and malicious. “It must be Song Qingyou! She did this! She’s jealous that I married you, so she deliberately sabotaged us by switching the videos! It’s all her fault!”