After the divorce, the CEO's ex-wife deeply regretted her actions.

"A girl's biggest dream in life should be to marry the person she loves... When will my knight in shining armor come to marry me...?"

Cheng Qingyue muttered to herself, glancing cautiously at Chen Yun a few times.

Then, I saw Chen Yun's gaze fixed on the bride, as if glued to her.

"Hey, are you even listening to me? Is this bride really that pretty? If I wore a wedding dress, I'd look a million times prettier than her!!"

Cheng Qingyue stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Chen Yun.

"Don't make a fuss, I just feel that your classmate is a bit strange... Didn't you notice? Why would a bride be wearing gloves on her hands when she's getting married?" Chen Yun frowned.

"Gloves?" Cheng Qingyue was taken aback. She also turned her head to look at the wedding stage and saw that Yue Wenwen was indeed wearing a black glove on her right hand.

She was so captivated by the beautiful wedding dress that she overlooked this detail.

"Yes, why would a bride wear a glove on her wedding day, and a black one at that... This is a joyous occasion, shouldn't it be red and festive? Black is just too unlucky!" Cheng Qingyue also felt that something was amiss.

At the same time, the bride walked gracefully to the groom's side, and the newlyweds' faces were full of happiness.

The groom, Zhou Chen, was significantly older than the bride, Yue Wenwen, around thirty-four or thirty-five, while Yue Wenwen was only twenty-seven or twenty-eight, making him almost ten years older.

As a middle-aged man, Zhou Chen has a resolute appearance and no greasy beer belly. Judging from his physique, one can roughly deduce that he has a habit of exercising regularly.

But Chen Yun frowned deeply and said, "Also, there's something wrong with this groom. He's sick, and he's terminally ill, the kind of illness that will kill him soon!"

"What?" Cheng Qingyue covered her mouth, exclaiming in disbelief, "Really? Chen Yun, take a closer look. He looks quite healthy. Although he's a bit older than Yue Wenwen, his gait and posture are quite strong. He doesn't look weak at all like someone suffering from a serious illness!"

Chen Yun shook his head: "With his condition, ordinary people wouldn't be able to detect anything from his appearance alone!"

Cheng Qingyue asked curiously, "If that's the case, how did you determine that he's sick?"

Chen Yun asked calmly, "Do you think I'm an ordinary person?"

That sounds so pretentious.

What do you mean ordinary people can't see it? It's all just a setup for himself.

But Cheng Qingyue didn't refute it. Instead, she nodded seriously, looking quite matter-of-fact: "That makes sense. What you said is definitely right!"

Chen Yun glanced at Cheng Qingyue, smiled, and said nothing more.

Led by the host, all the required procedures were followed, and the banquet officially began.

Chen Yun and Cheng Qingyue took their seats and ate their food slowly and deliberately.

The groom, Zhou Chen, and the bride, Yue Wenwen, then toasted each person they knew in turn.

As Chen Yun ate, his gaze would occasionally drift towards Zhou Chen. Every time Zhou Chen drank a glass of wine, Chen Yun would pick out a peanut from his plate and throw it away.

"Hey, if you're not going to eat, then don't eat. Why are you wasting food?" The people sitting around were all Cheng Qingyue's classmates. Zhang Hu, who already disliked Chen Yun and had spoken up earlier, immediately stood up again.

"Mind your own business? If you cherish food, then just pick it up and eat it!" Cheng Qingyue finally couldn't hold back anymore and stood up to defend Chen Yun on the spot, shutting Zhang Hu down with just one sentence.

The others, who had initially wanted to cause trouble, all obediently shut their mouths when they saw Cheng Qingyue's angry expression, which showed no intention of reasoning.

Ultimately, this group of people wasn't qualified to sit down and eat with Cheng Qingyue, much less capable of handling the potential consequences of angering her—even a few sarcastic remarks were already their limit...

If they really anger Cheng Qingyue, they'll all be in deep trouble!

After forcefully stopping these snobs, Cheng Qingyue quietly approached Chen Yun again and asked, "What's your intention in doing this?"

Chen Yun calmly gestured with her chin towards the groom, Zhou Chen, and asked, "Do you see that over there?"

"Mmm." Cheng Qingyue nodded.

Chen Yun continued, "He's currently offering a toast, and he's drinking baijiu (Chinese liquor). There are still twelve peanuts left on this plate, which also represents his fate."

"With each cup he drinks, one peanut disappears from this plate. When all the peanuts are thrown away, his life will come to an end."

"Oh? That's terrible!" Cheng Qingyue glanced at the groom Zhou Chen with some concern. "What should we do? If things continue like this, he still has a lot of wine to drink. Won't today's happy occasion turn into a funeral?"

If anyone else had said those words, Cheng Qingyue would have thought they were crazy.

Are you kidding me? You think you can decide someone's fate with just a few peanuts? Do you think you're the King of Hell?

But ironically, it was Chen Yun who said those words!

Judging from Chen Yun's extraordinary and omnipotent abilities during this period, Cheng Qingyue trusts Chen Yun almost unconditionally!

"Should I go and remind him now?" Cheng Qingyue asked.

Chen Yun shook his head: "A person's fate is fixed. If you remind him now, you will only be seen as cursing him. His illness is not visible on the surface, and he himself cannot even detect it. To others and himself, he will only feel that he is perfectly healthy. We are just exaggerating."

"Yes, you're right." Cheng Qingyue nodded, then hesitated before continuing, "But what do we do now? Are we just going to watch him die? Normally, if a stranger died, I'd just sigh a few times, but this is a joyous occasion like a wedding, and he's right in front of us. If we just stand by and watch, I feel a little guilty..."

Even the most cold-hearted person in the world will inevitably feel sympathy and pity when facing a stranger with whom they have no vested interest.

Moreover, it was a joyous occasion like a wedding, and it would be difficult for anyone with a moral conscience to remain completely indifferent... Cheng Qingyue was, after all, a girl, so she would naturally have more compassion.

Chen Yun calmly said, "If he can reach our table before I throw away the last peanut, I will save his life. If not, then it can only mean that this is his fate."