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Ignoring Du Qiaoyun's obstruction, Shen Xingyu carried Ye Jingzhu out of the wedding venue. Du Qiaoyun wanted to chase after them, but her wedding dress was too long. She accidentally stepped on the hem and fell heavily to the ground. She felt her cheeks burning; today was the humiliation of her life.
"Wow, I never expected Mr. Shen would leave the wedding holding another woman," someone remarked.
"Yeah, I heard that woman is Mr. Shen's ex-wife," another added.
"Ex-wife? So she must be Mr. Shen's most beloved woman," a third person chimed in.
"Mr. Shen actually abandoned Du Qiaoyun at the wedding for another woman; Du Qiaoyun is so pitiful," someone else commented.
"What’s so pitiful about her? Isn’t she the one who snatched someone else's husband?"
Listening to their discussions, Du Qiaoyun felt an overwhelming sense of shame. Clenching her dress tightly with both hands, she shouted at the crowd, "Shut up! All of you, shut up!"
Seeing Du Qiaoyun's fierce expression, everyone immediately fell silent. After all, no one dared to offend the Du Family.
"What are you looking at?" Du Qiaoyun yelled at the guests around her. "Get out of here!"
As Du Qiaoyun became angry, the crowd quickly dispersed. After all, this was a wedding between the Du Family and the Shen Family; they didn’t want to witness any drama.
Watching everyone leave, Du Qiaoyun slightly reined in her anger; she couldn’t let others see her embarrassment. She adjusted her wedding dress and took out her phone to call Shen Xingyu, but there was no answer.
Du Qiaoyun then dialed Little Ma's number. "Little Ma, where's Xingyu? Get him to answer the phone."
"Mr. Shen is driving; he didn’t bring his phone," Little Ma replied calmly.
"Driving? Where is he going?" Du Qiaoyun asked anxiously.
"Of course, he's going to the hospital," Little Ma answered.
"What?" Du Qiaoyun exclaimed in panic. "He took Ye Jingzhu to the hospital? Is he crazy?"
"Mr. Shen is not crazy," Little Ma said in a calm tone. "Mr. Shen said that Ye Jingzhu's situation has nothing to do with Ye Wanwan."
"What did you say?" Du Qiaoyun exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock. She was stunned for a moment before murmuring, "Impossible, how could he know?"
"Mr. Shen knows the truth," Little Ma said. "Mr. Shen asked me to tell you to take care of yourself."
With that, Little Ma hung up the phone.
Du Qiaoyun listened to the beeping sound from the receiver, feeling her blood run cold. She felt completely frozen.
Shen Xingyu knew; he knew the truth.
Du Qiaoyun trembled all over, overwhelmed by an unprecedented sense of panic.
"Wow, who would have thought that Du Qiaoyun would be left behind by Shen Xingyu at the wedding?"
"Yeah, it's really embarrassing."
"This is karma," a socialite sneered. "She stole Ye Jingzhu's husband back then, and now she deserves to be abandoned by Shen Xingyu."
"Exactly," another socialite chimed in. "She deserves to be left behind."
"Shut up!" Du Qiaoyun shouted at them. "You all shut up!"
"We're just speaking the truth; what can you do about it?" one socialite retorted.
"That's right," another echoed. "Du Qiaoyun, what are you going to do about it?"
"You..." Du Qiaoyun was furious. She rushed forward and grabbed the hair of one socialite, and they immediately began to fight.
Seeing her friend being attacked, another socialite joined in, and the three of them were soon tangled together.
The media, like cats sensing blood, quickly surrounded them and began snapping photos.
Security rushed over and separated them.
Du Qiaoyun's hair was a mess, her dress wrinkled, and her makeup was completely smudged.
The media captured her disheveled state and went wild with their cameras; tomorrow's headlines would surely feature Du Qiaoyun again.
The next day, all the media reported on Shen Xingyu leaving the wedding with Ye Jingzhu in his arms.
Everyone criticized Du Qiaoyun and sympathized with Ye Jingzhu.
People speculated whether Shen Xingyu and Ye Jingzhu would get back together.
Du Qiaoyun looked at the reports, feeling a surge of anger boiling within her.
Ye Jingzhu, Ye Jingzhu, once again Ye Jingzhu.
She must ensure that Ye Jingzhu dies without a burial place.
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