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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nThe Young Master of the Gong family and the Daughter of the Fu family were getting married.

nOn the day of the wedding, the celebrities of the city were gathered at the hotel. The guests would look at the main table from time to time, where the Fu family and the Gong family were seated.

nFu Xi smiled as she held Gong Hao’s hand and made her toast.

nShe was dressed exquisitely and luxuriously. The tiara on her head was made of diamonds and gold thread, exuding an air of nobility.

nAs for Gong Hao, he was dressed in a black suit, looking handsome and dashing. The two of them looked especially compatible together.

n“What’s there to be proud of? He’s just a cripple.”

nGong Ming’s jealous voice rang out.

nHis voice was very low, but his deskmate still heard him. His mother, Liu Yun, glared at him, forcing him to lower his head.

n“That’s your brother,” Liu Yun warned him coldly.

nGong You’s first wife had passed away not long after giving birth to Gong Hao. Liu Yun became the second wife of Gong You, and later gave birth to Gong Ming.

nFor the sake of her son and in order to stay in Gong You’s good book, she usually restrained her words and actions. But she did not expect Gong Ming’s temper to be so jumpy and unpredictable. It made her worry a lot.

n“Brother? If he hadn’t been born two years earlier than me, he wouldn’t have been in the Gong family.”

nAfter Gong Ming finished speaking, he was slapped on the shoulder by Liu Yun.

n“Silence!”

nHer eyes contained anger, and Gong Ming unwillingly swallowed back the words he was about to say.His remaining companies were still managed by his mother, and the financial authority was in her hands. He did not dare to talk back.

nFu Xi and Gong Hao were making their toasts.

nThis table was filled with Fu family relatives. Fu Xi’s father, Fu Cheng, took the wine and finished it in one gulp. He patted Gong Hao’s shoulder.

n“Be good to Xi’er. She’s our family’s darling. If you dare to let her suffer…”

n“Dad, Hao treats me very well. Don’t worry.”

nFu Xi interrupted him and looked at Gong Hao tenderly.

nGong Hao returned her smile and squeezed her hand tightly.

nThe two of them continued to toast. At the end of the line of servants behind them, a servant holding a tray silently appeared.

nThere was a red cloth on the tray with three wine glasses on it. He looked up at the loving couple in front of him and a murderous glint flashed across his eyes.

nThis person was Feng Yuan!

nLooking at the couple’s tightly clasped hands, he gritted his teeth.

n“Bitch, I’ll kill you after I deal with Gong Hao.”

nIn his mind, he imagined himself pinning Fu Xi down and ravaging her until she cried for mercy. Feng Yuan felt his body heat up.

nFu Xi had just finished toasting.

nFeng Yuan quickly walked forward and bent down to hand over the tray. Seeing her reach for the wine, he suddenly pulled out a dagger from under the red cloth.

nThe dagger shone as he viciously stabbed at Gong Hao, who was sitting at the side.

n“Hao, be careful.”

nThe situation was critical, and Fu Xi had no time to think. She reflexively reached out and gripped the dagger tightly. The blade of the dagger instantly pierced Fu Xi’s palm and blood flowed through the gaps between her fingers.

nWith her obstruction, Gong Hao cleverly turned the wheelchair around. The dagger slid across the handle of his wheelchair and Feng Yuan could no longer move. Looking at Fu Xi’s bloody hands, his gaze was terrifyingly cold.

n“Xi’er, let go.”

nWhen Fu Xi let go, Gong Hao punched Feng Yuan’s lower abdomen.

nHe used a lot of strength. Feng Yuan wailed as he bent over and retched.

nFu Xi was still angry. She raised her leg and kicked him in his groin again.

nCrack.

nThe sound of a certain organ being broken rang out, and the male guests couldn’t help but clamp their legs together, feeling a chill down their collective spines.

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