The Four Seasons Hotel was currently hosting a grand wedding. The groom was the city's business tycoon, Tang Ancheng, and the bride was the nouveau-riche designer, Shen XinHui.

In the large banquet hall where more than 100 tables filled with guests were arranged, the host was playfully joking about the couple's love story. Many young people in the crowd chimed in, creating a joyous and harmonious atmosphere.

Ruan Suisui stood at the entrance with a cold smile, striding directly onto the pathway leading to the center of the stage, the "Starlight Avenue".

Her sudden appearance attracted many stares, all of which were filled with bewilderment.

The bride and groom's expressions changed, especially Tang Ancheng. He quickly pulled the bride behind him in a protective manner.

All of these reactions didn't escape Ruan Suisui’s eyes; a twinge of pain shot through her heart, leading her to grip the object in her hand even more tightly.

"What are you here for?" Tang Ancheng frowned and asked abruptly.

It felt as if her heart was clogged with a water-soaked sponge, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. Still, Ruan Suisui raised the corners of her lips and offered an innocently naive smile.

"Of course I had to come to wish you a happy marriage. Is that not allowed?" Her soft voice carried a hint of nasal tone, much like that of a petulant little girl.

The guests who were originally dining and drinking were now attracted by the situation on stage. Everyone was fond of gossip, especially rich people's gossip.

Fu Jingyang nudged Shen Chongyu's arm, "Third Brother, has this girl turned 18 yet? They say old Tang likes them young, this girl is much younger than XinHui, and she sports a deceptively innocent look."

Shen Chongyu's thin lips were pursed into a sharp line, his cool gaze landing on Ruan Suisui, apparently deep in thought.

On the stage, Ruan Suisui had already taken the object out of her hand. It was a long box tied with a light-purple ribbon, beautifully wrapped.

Tang Ancheng didn’t accept the box and his guard was clearly up.

"What? Do you think it's a bomb?" Her soft and tender voice had an undertone of provocation. The flirtatiously raised eyes further showed her contempt and ridicule.

Shen XinHui pushed Tang AnCheng forward, refusing to negotiate with a little girl before a crowd of guests herself. She quickly opened the box handed over to her, thanking and explaining simultaneously, "Thank you... Ah!"

Shen XinHui's thanks turned into an exclamation. The box fell to the ground, a thick and long "pickle" clutching in her hand!

The crowd below burst into a roar, and even more countless guests lifted their mobile phones to record the scene.

Tang AnCheng trembled with anger and smacked the object from Shen XinHui's hand.

The smile at the corner of Ruan SuiSui's mouth deepened. She bent down leisurely to pick up the object, and then gently smacked her palm, saying loudly, "Mr. Tang, why did you throw it away? After so many years of impotence and premature ejaculation, you still need this thing on your wedding night, although it's not capable of impregnating the bride. Well, at least it's better than finding another man out there and being cuckolded."

"Ruan! Sui! Sui!" Shen XinHui, born with a silver spoon in her mouth, has never been insulted like this. She raised her hand and slapped the girl fiercely.

Ruan SuiSui's face was slapped to one side, feeling a burning numbness on her left cheek.

Her disheveled long hair covering her face, she licked the corner of her cracked mouth with the tip of her tongue, and laughed silently with bowed eyebrows.

Tang AnCheng's heart missed a beat, holding back the resentful Shen XinHui.

Ruan SuiSui widened her eyes to dispel the misty layer, her laughter, like tinkling silver bells, resounded in the space. She stepped forward until she was almost close to Shen XinHui's face, then amidst the latter's surprised gaze, she shoved the turned-on device into her mouth...