To divorce his wife, the top scholar preferred being cuckolded to wearing a red hat.

Fu Jingsheng did not want to explain further to the Qian family.

"Mother, of course these things can't be true. This person was obviously put in here on purpose to disgust me. You all know about my affair with Ziyu. Someone doesn't want to say that Ziyu and I had a relationship before marriage, so they want to smear Ziyu."

Also, make sure Ziyu doesn't hear what you just said, or she won't be polite to you.

"Son, your mother isn't stupid; of course I know what's going on. I'm just reminding you that some things don't come from nowhere, and you need to investigate carefully. If that's the case, we can find a chance to bring Mingyue back, right?"

Previously, she was the one who earned the money for the household expenses. Now that she's not involved in management, the household expenses are simply too high. At this rate, we won't be able to sustain ourselves for long. Or perhaps we should just let Ziyu take charge of the household, and I won't be responsible for anything else.”

"Miss Fu, our young lady requests your presence."

When Fu Jingsheng saw that it was Su Ziyu who called her, he told her mother to say less and then go over.

Su Ziyu sat in the room, feeling incredibly stifled. Her eyes swept across the room's furnishings, and what she saw nearly startled her.

What's with all this furniture in the house? It's so outdated!

"Miss," Donghong accidentally bumped the table, "there's still some red paint on it that hasn't dried, please be careful."

Su Ziyu gently touched the cabinet with her finger; the red paint on it was indeed not dry, and her fingertip was a little red.

"They must have had this red paint done by themselves, but I don't know why it's not dry yet. Could it have been painted just two days ago? They really don't take us seriously." Donghong looked around the room and saw that none of the furniture was bought at a high price; it was all custom-made.

It's one thing to hire someone to do the renovation, but the red paint on it was freshly applied, and there was incense burning in the room, presumably to mask the smell of the paint.

"This is simply outrageous!" Su Ziyu was already furious, and seeing these worthless pieces of furniture, just like those in a farmer's house, made her feel even worse.

The door creaked open, and Fu Jingying pushed it open and came in.

Today, Fu Jingying was wearing a pink dress and the headdress that Su Ziyu had given her. Her attire resembled that of a young lady from a wealthy family, but her demeanor and behavior still had a very petty and unsophisticated air.

"Sister-in-law," Fu Jingying called out sweetly, "Are you hungry?"

“Jingying, you’ve come at the right time. I remember you and your mother repeatedly assured me that you would make sure the wedding went well and that there wouldn’t be any problems. What’s with that beggar today? Why did you let him in? Who are you trying to embarrass?

"It's a misunderstanding. Someone sabotaged this. I don't know who's so malicious as to deliberately try to ruin your and your brother's wedding. As you know, there were quite a few guests today, and since Mother and I aren't very experienced, we inevitably made some oversights, which allowed someone to slip in. That person has already been arrested, and he won't get away with it."

"Who are the guests today? Is your cousin here too?"

"If she dares to come, my mother and I will kick her out immediately. There are quite a few distinguished guests here, including the War King."

“战王？”

"That's him. He came with his fiancée."

"When did he get a fiancée?" Su Ziyu had never heard of him having a fiancée.

"I don't know the specifics either. His fiancée not only looks almost exactly like my cousin, but even has the same name. It's really strange." Fu Jingsheng didn't want to admit that the other person was Su Mingyue, but she was reminding Su Ziyu.