Chapter 106: Ye Chen Enduring Disgrace
Chapter 106: Ye Chen Enduring Disgrace
“Stop taking pictures, or I’ll kill you.”
Ye Chen’s eyes, filled with murderous fury, swept over the crowd at the door, his threat silencing the gawkers. Some fled in terror, while others, braver or perhaps more foolish, dismissed Ye Chen’s threats. After all, in today’s world, who would dare commit murder over this?
They doubted Ye Chen would actually kill, mistaking his deadly warning for mere bluster. Yet, Ye Chen was indeed ready to act on his threat, if not for Ah Da blocking his path, preventing him from reaching those daring enough to provoke him.
“Quickly, bring me my clothes.”
Li Ting was in a state of panic, her greatest fear was that this scandal could drive Ye Chen to divorce her.
“Get out, all of you!” Luo Zixuan bellowed toward the doorway.
His woman was not for public display. Luo Zixuan’s face darkened with outrage.
“I am the Luo family’s eldest son. Leave now, or face the consequences,” he declared, his voice a cold warning.
However, the ordinary crowd present hardly knew who the young master Luo was. Luo Zixuan’s status as an heir meant little, and his threats fell on deaf ears.
“What are you even for? Get them out, and smash their phones,” Luo Zixuan exploded at his bodyguards in rage.The bodyguards felt wronged. Hadn’t they been ordered to keep their distance and not interfere?
The bodyguards sprung into action, forcefully expelling the onlookers and confiscating their phones, sparking physical altercations and turning the scene into complete chaos. But by the time they intervened, it was already too late.
The lively incident was certainly a spectacle. The only regret was Chen Luo’s absence from the scene. He undoubtedly would have enjoyed the drama which only quieted down with the arrival of the police.
***
At the Luo residence, Luo Mingde was glaring furiously at Luo Zixuan.
“What in the world happened?”
“I’ve fallen for Li Ting and want to marry her,” Luo Zixuan earnestly expressed to his father.
“Didn’t you like Xiao Qingxue? How come it’s Li Ting now?”
Luo Mingde was questioning his son’s sanity. Previously, Luo Zixuan was Li Ting’s most vocal critic, and now, he professed his love for her. What happened to his deep affection for Xiao Qingxue? How could his affections shift so swiftly to Li Ting?
What comparison could there be between Li Ting and Xiao Qingxue?
If Luo Zixuan still harbored feelings for Xiao Qingxue, Luo Mingde would have wholeheartedly supported him, especially since the situation had changed with Xiao Yongqiang’s demise.
With Xiao Yongqiang alive, he would never have consented to Xiao Qingxue marrying out, nor would he have accepted Luo Zixuan as a suitor. Thus, Luo Mingde was initially against Luo Zixuan’s pursuit of Xiao Qingxue.
Now, with Xiao Yongqiang gone, winning Xiao Qingxue’s hand could potentially bring the Xiao family’s wealth into Luo’s embrace. Even for a prominent clan like the Luo’s, the Xiao family’s assets were highly coveted, and Xiao Qingxue’s prowess was undeniable, marking a perfect match.
Currently, Luo Mingde was in favor of Luo Zixuan pursuing Xiao Qingxue. However, Luo Zixuan seemed to have lost his senses, now enamored with Li Ting, who, aside from her lineage, lacked notable qualities.
Luo Mingde wanted to ask Luo Zixuan, what exactly he liked about Li Ting.
What’s so good about Li Ting? She was ugly, fat, without any abilities, and completely relied on her family’s status, nothing more.
Previously, the idea of pairing Li Ting with his son was driven by the potential alliance with the Li family. Now, with the Luo and Li families’ relationship deteriorating, such an alliance was off the table.
“I now like Li Ting,” Luo Zixuan declared with conviction.
“She and Ye Chen are about to marry, they’ve even secured their marriage certificate,” responded Luo Mingde, his tone laced with annoyance.
Could it be Luo Zixuan had developed a special fetish for being a homewrecker?
“It doesn’t matter. I still see a chance for myself. I must have Li Ting,” Luo Zixuan stated with an obsession that bordered on mania.
“Do you want to tarnish the Luo family’s reputation? The online circulation of this scandal is beyond our control,” Luo Mingde vented his frustration, hurling his phone at Luo Zixuan.
The scandal had not only caught fire online but had also dominated trending topics. Luo Zixuan, Li Ting, and Ye Chen had all gained notoriety, albeit for all the wrong reasons, with Ye Chen being mockingly dubbed the “Green Hat Hero.”
The reason it became a hot topic, impossible to suppress, was largely thanks to Chen Luo stirring the pot from behind the scenes. However, given the influence of both the Luo and Li families, it seemed likely the uproar could be suppressed before long.
The scandal wasn’t just in pictures, videos had proliferated across the internet. Though these videos were eventually removed, their brief presence had been enough to cause a sensation.
“On some illicit websites, the scandal continues to spread.”
“Anyway, I’ve made up my mind about Li Ting. I will marry her,” Luo Zixuan proclaimed, unwavering in his affection for Li Ting and his intent to make her his wife, regardless of Luo Mingde’s protests.
***
Meanwhile, on Li Ting’s end, Li Zhong was equally seething with rage.
The Li family’s reputation suffered a significant blow, and the extent of the damage was immeasurable. Were it not for Li Ting being his most cherished daughter, Li Zhong might have killed her in a fit of rage.
“Let’s divorce,” Ye Chen said icily.
Seeing an opportunity to sever ties with Li Ting, whom he loathed, Ye Chen was inclined to take it. The forced intimacy with Li Ting had been unbearable, nearly driving him to the brink.
This unfortunate incident, while damaging, offered him a way out.
“I will not agree to a divorce. I refuse to divorce you,” Li Ting responded, her demeanor shifting upon hearing Ye Chen’s suggestion of divorce. She couldn’t fathom divorcing Ye Chen after finally securing their marriage certificate.
“How can you still face me after what you’ve done?” Ye Chen’s gaze was frosty as he confronted Li Ting.
“The wedding will proceed as planned,” Li Zhong interjected with a stern look toward Ye Chen.
He couldn’t allow Ye Chen and Li Ting to divorce; the Li family would become even more of a spectacle. He intended to quell the scandal and proceed with the wedding as if nothing had happened.
The wedding date was already fixed, and altering agreed-upon plans was not an option, especially when the family’s honor was at stake. In comparison to the Li family’s dignity, Ye Chen’s personal embarrassment was insignificant.
Even if Li Ting was at fault, Ye Chen was expected to marry into their family, regardless of his feelings.
“If you’re unwilling, then you’re making an enemy of the Li family. You’d better think it through,” Li Zhong’s words carried an unmistakable threat. “The Li family, which could help you escape punishment, can also consign your place of burial.”
Ye Chen’s expression was dark. Wrongfully accused of killing Xiao Yongqiang, he couldn’t find any evidence to clear his name. Although he suspected it was Chen Luo’s doing, a suspicion was just that, and it didn’t amount to anything.
Faced with Li Zhong’s threat, Ye Chen, assessing his predicaments, opted to endure the humiliation.
He had many enemies. The Luo family and Chen Luo stood against him, and should the Li family join their ranks, Ye Chen’s prospects for vindication and revenge would vanish.
Apart from enduring the humiliation, he could find no other choice.
After all, Ye Chen’s backbone had already bent. From the first compromise he made, he couldn’t stop anymore. From the time he went to Li Ting to solve the problem, his honor was already forfeited.
“I will agree with the wedding, but I hope such a thing does not happen a second time,” Ye Chen declared with icy firmness.
“Ye Chen, I promise you, there won’t be a second incident like this,” Li Ting pledged to Ye Chen.
However, with incidents like these, if it happened once, it often happened again. Can her promise of ‘not a second time’ truly be trusted?
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