Chapter 63 The Farce

Originally, a collection of loving photos of the bride and groom was supposed to be played.

But who would have thought that it turned into a video instead.

This was the very video that had been suppressed before. In it, the mature and charming He Xinlan was seen entangled with General Manager Sun of Liye Group in bed.

Then the camera switched to an earlier time. General Manager Sun was on top of her, spouting vulgar words. "You slut. Can't your husband satisfy you?"

And He Xinlan replied with a coquettish smile, "That useless man can't hold a candle to you, Brother Sun."

The video kept playing. He Xinlan in the picture looked very young, probably just after she debuted.

The scene was a Hainan Rendezvous. She was kneeling on the ground like a lapdog. "General Manager Zheng, you promised me resources. General Manager Ming, if I please you, you have to make me a big star."

He Xinlan slumped on the ground, her eyes bloodshot as she stared at the leaked video.

In an instant, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

Since it was her daughter's grand wedding this time, all the people in the video were naturally present.

Suddenly, there were shouts and scoldings from the audience.

One man after another pleaded for mercy. "Wife, listen to me. It was that slut who seduced me."

"Madam, I'm sorry. I was wrong."

"Haitian, save me. They're going to beat me to death. Haitian..." The pleading voices of the men and He Xinlan's cries for help as she was beaten black and blue filled the air.

On the stage, the bride was jilted at the altar. First, she was rumored to be pregnant out of wedlock, then it turned out to be a false pregnancy, and then the heir of the Mu family was found to be sterile.

Below the stage, the retired supermodel was seen hooking up with men. From being sexually harassed during her debut to having an affair, and now being beaten by the wives of all the powerful and famous people until she was on the verge of death with no one coming to her rescue.

Today's wedding was truly a spectacular farce.

One hot topic after another exploded on the internet.

And the much - awaited big star fainted and was rushed to the emergency room...

Feng Yu indifferently drained the wine in her glass and left.

This live - broadcast wedding instantly became a huge joke.

Feng Haitian didn't know how he got home. As soon as he arrived, he slumped on the sofa, not knowing how to move.

The phone kept ringing.

The secretary looked worried. "General Manager Feng, it's bad. This time, the Feng Group has really become the laughingstock of everyone."

"Now the Mu Group has cut off support for us. And other companies have also requested to terminate the contracts. They said our image has been damaged and it's not suitable to continue the cooperation. They won't pay the liquidated damages. Instead, they're going to demand compensation from us."

Feng Haitian's eyes began to lose focus.

In the early years, he got involved with He Xinlan because he fancied her resources. He never thought that now, she would ruin him instead.

"Now the internet is in an uproar, and the stock price has been dropping continuously. General Manager Feng, the Feng Group is really doomed this time!"

Feng Haitian was a man who cared a great deal about his face and had always been powerful and imposing.

He had invested a lot of money in this world - class wedding, hoping to make a comeback.

But he never expected that what awaited him was a world - class joke.

He had put all his money into it, and now he had lost everything.

"And... General Manager Feng..." The secretary hesitated.

Feng Haitian was on the verge of despair. "What else?"

"Now netizens are saying all kinds of things... Some even say... Since the madam is so promiscuous... General Manager Feng... Your child... is he really..."

Before the secretary could finish, Feng Haitian overturned the table.

He was like a wild beast on the loose. How could he not know that on his way back, everyone he met laughed at him.

Everyone said, "Old Feng, you've got a lush green pasture on your head."

"Old Feng, you're really a 'real man' among men, liking such trash."

The Feng Group was on the verge of bankruptcy, and he had become a joke. All his basic dignity as a man was shattered.

It was all He Xinlan's fault!

"Divorce!"

"Right now, get a divorce!"

Feng Haitian shouted angrily. He grabbed the secretary's collar and roared, "Get that jinx out of here!"

On the bed, He Xinlan was in a sorry state. Her clothes were torn, a lot of her hair had been pulled out, and her face was bruised and swollen.

Beside the bed, Feng Qingsheng, although wearing a wedding dress, was also in a mess. The wedding dress was torn, and she was covered in dust. She had fought with Shen Jiaojiao for a long time but didn't get the upper hand.

Shen Jiaojiao deliberately provoked her by telling her all the details of her relationship with Mu Shiyan.

The two had fought fiercely.

Now, she could only cry beside He Xinlan's bed. "Mom, Mom, you have to stand up for me."

When Feng Haitian came in, he directly slapped the divorce agreement on He Xinlan's face.

He Xinlan glared at him. "I won't sign. I won't get a divorce. Feng Haitian, you're so heartless. Don't you forget that you knew exactly what I was doing with those men. It was you, the vain little man, who sent me there with your own hands."

Feng Haitian's face darkened, and his old face was full of fury. "You're useless now. What's the use of keeping you! Because of you, I've become a laughingstock, and the Feng Group's stock price has dropped. He Xinlan, I wish I could strangle you right now!"

"No, you can't, Dad. You can't divorce Mom. If you do, I'll have nowhere to go." Feng Qingsheng cried.

"Brother Shiyan doesn't want me anymore either. Dad, you can't do this."

Feng Haitian pushed Feng Qingsheng away. Seeing her made him furious. "I don't know what use it is to have a daughter like you. Just like your mother!"

Feng Qingsheng was thrown to the ground and cried hysterically.

"Mom, what should we do?" This time, unlike before, Feng Haitian was determined.

Feng Qingsheng also felt hopeless.

He Xinlan coughed. "Call your sister."

"I've called. I've almost worn out my phone, but she won't answer. Is she going to abandon us too?" Feng Qingsheng was really on the verge of collapse.

The only backer they had left was Feng Yayin.

This diva - level figure, as long as she was willing to help, they would surely have a way out.

But this time, because of the hype created by Feng Yayin, she was also affected. Her opponents would surely take this opportunity to seize power.

There was a knock on the door.

Feng Qingsheng rushed to open it. "Dad, you've changed your mind, right?"

However, when the door opened, it was Feng Yu, looking ethereal and beautiful.

He Xinlan stared at her, her eyes turning bloodshot again. She wished she could chop her into pieces on the spot.

"Did you do all this?"

Feng Yu lifted her lips slightly and walked towards her. Driver Yang stood beside her to ensure her safety.

"I didn't force you into other men's beds." Feng Yu smiled faintly.

He Xinlan was in so much pain that every bone in her body ached. But when Feng Yu spoke, she was so angry that her chest felt like it was about to explode.

"You slut. You're taking revenge on me, aren't you? Revenge for me stealing your mother's man? Hahaha, it's so funny. You still don't know that you're the bastard! You're not Feng Haitian's real daughter at all! Otherwise, do you think he wouldn't dare to say a word when I locked you up and didn't let you out?"

Chapter 63 The Farce | The Substitute Bride Who Would Not Be Broken by Shui Yan - Read Online Free on Koala Reads