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This is the most important day of my life, my stage, and I will not allow anyone to interfere.
I walk confidently, continuing with my wedding ceremony. On stage, I exchange wedding rings with Jiang Mingyue. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of Zhou Shiwan and Lin Ziping whispering to each other, and a cold smile creeps onto my lips. A sense of relief washes over me; my fiancée has finally found the right person.
Although Jiang Mingyue and I were fierce rivals in debate during our university years, I must admit that in terms of grace and talent, she far surpasses Zhou Shiwan by a hundredfold. To cast aside an incompetent fiancée who was entangled with a green tea bitch and marry a stunning beauty with both talent and looks—how fortunate I am.
Yet, standing next to Zhou Shiwan, Lin Ziping's gaze towards Jiang Mingyue feels oddly familiar. There is an ambition and desire hidden in that look, as if dark currents are about to overflow.
When Uncle Lin first brought him to my house, he pretended to be well-behaved and eager to befriend me. At that time, I was not opposed to having more friends, so I allowed him to come and go freely. Zhou Shiwan lived next door and often came to see me. I don’t know when Lin Ziping became acquainted with her, but he would casually call her "Sister Wan," making Zhou Shiwan beam with joy.
Knowing full well that Zhou Shiwan's academic performance was mediocre, he would still deliberately hold up his exercises when she visited and pretend to seek her guidance: "Sister Wan, I don't quite understand this question; could you help me out?"
At sixteen, Lin Ziping took advantage of my absence to trick Uncle Lin into giving him the key to my room. He sneaked into my wardrobe and tried on my clothes. When I returned because I forgot something and caught him in the act, he immediately burst into tears: "I'm sorry, master Song. My family is poor; I've always worn my cousin's hand-me-downs and have never encountered such high-end clothing before. I was momentarily out of my mind."
"Stop pretending here. Just because you're weak, does that mean you can do whatever you want? Just because you've never seen the world doesn't give you the right to steal from others?"
I carefully examined the clothes he had worn. Each piece was tainted with the overpowering stench of cheap perfume, and one shirt even bore a suspicious yellow stain that made me feel nauseous. I was never one to show kindness.
"This clearly isn't the first time you've stolen my clothes. Now, you and your father need to get out immediately. As for the clothes you've dirtied, you must compensate me for them."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Shiwan was instantly furious, stepping in front of Lin Ziping. "Song Song, you're going too far. You've scared him into silence."
I found it utterly ridiculous. "He's crying because he's guilty for stealing. Does shedding a few tears absolve him of his wrongdoing? Does it give him the right to wear my clothes and leave them in such a mess?"
"I was too self-important, thinking that Brother Song regarded me as a friend."
"Don't be afraid," Zhou Shiwan comforted him, then turned to me with a frown. "You rich kid really look down on others. Not everyone is born with a silver spoon in their mouth. Zi Ping is already pitiful enough; what harm is there in him wearing one of your shirts?"
The disdain and confusion in her eyes at that moment still linger in my memory. I felt like the tyrannical villain in their story. Ugh.
Uncle Lin pleaded tearfully and sternly reprimanded Lin Ziping. Only then did my father, considering past connections, decide not to pursue compensation any further, leaving it unresolved.
When Zhou's Mother learned of this incident, she scoffed at Lin Ziping's actions and advised Zhou Shiwan to stay away from him. However, I repeatedly encountered their close-knit figures around campus.
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