Qin Ruoyao Goes Online

The screen in the grand hall went black.

Lin Li let out a sigh of relief.

It seemed it had been turned off.

Now he wouldn’t have to worry about Lin Xuan pulling any tricks with the video.

Lin Li glanced in Lin Xuan’s direction.

Lin Xuan happened to be looking back at him.

With a raised brow, Lin Xuan lifted his wine glass in a mocking toast.

Lin Li clenched his fists.

Why? Why did he still feel so uneasy, as if Lin Xuan had something else waiting for him?

The video of the couple’s sweet moments came to an abrupt halt.

The guests frowned in confusion.

“What’s going on? Why did it stop?”

Feng Weimin walked over and asked, “Father-in-law, what happened? Why did the video suddenly cut off?”

“Hold on, let me make a call and check,” Lin Chang replied.

He pretended to dial a number.

“Alright, I understand,” Lin Chang said, nodding as he held the phone to his ear. “Let’s leave it at that for now. Get it fixed as soon as possible.”

He hung up and announced, “The hotel says the video malfunctioned and can’t be played. Maybe we should just move on.”

“I suppose we have no choice,” Feng Weimin agreed, though he felt deeply unsettled.

Stopping the video midway through the wedding was terribly unlucky.

Lin Chang picked up the microphone and addressed the guests, “Ladies and gentlemen, our sincerest apologies. Due to technical difficulties, the video cannot be played at the moment. Let’s proceed directly to the next part of the ceremony.”

Butler Wang was utterly baffled.

Hadn’t Young Master Lin said he was going to play some kind of video at the wedding?

Now that the equipment had failed, wouldn’t his plan fall apart?

That meant no juicy drama for him to enjoy.

“Young Master Lin, since the equipment is broken, does that mean your video won’t be shown?” Butler Wang asked, visibly disappointed.

Lin Xuan smirked coldly. “No, it’s not broken. Lin Li is scared. He’s afraid I’ll pull the same stunt I did at his birthday banquet, so he shut it off early and lied about a malfunction.”

Lin Xuan’s lips curled.

He had to admit, Lin Li’s instincts were sharp.

That was exactly what he had planned.

Butler Wang perked up, eager to hear more.

“But I’ve already sent someone over,” Lin Xuan said, raising an eyebrow. “I’m sure the video will be playing again soon. We’ll have quite the show to watch.”

“Ah, so that’s how it is.”

Butler Wang relaxed.

It seemed he’d still get his drama after all.

As expected, Young Master Lin had everything under control. There’d be no mishaps.

Su Hua watched Lin Xuan with amusement in her eyes.

She loved seeing him scheme like this.

Meanwhile, the black-suited bodyguard was still leisurely working on the computer.

On stage, Feng Yaya and Lin Li had reached the wedding vows.

“Mr. Lin Li,” the officiant asked with a smile, “in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, do you promise to stand by this woman, to love and cherish her, to remain faithful and devoted for as long as you both shall live?”

Dressed in a sleek black suit, Lin Li gazed tenderly at Feng Yaya. “I do.”

Feng Yaya lowered her head shyly.

Ah Li truly treated her so well—she had never felt so loved before.

“Lin Li!”

“Lin Li!”

Inside a psychiatric hospital, a television broadcasted Lin Li’s wedding live.

Qin Ruoyao stared at the screen with burning hatred, her eyes fixed on the bride and groom.

After months in the asylum, she was on the verge of losing her mind.

She wasn’t insane, yet she was forced to live among the mentally ill.

Sometimes, she wished she could just go mad.

But the staff wouldn’t let her—whenever she showed signs of breaking, they pulled her back.

Night after night, she barely slept.

Her hair was disheveled, dark circles hung under her eyes, and her face was gaunt, making her look a decade older. The fresh-faced campus beauty she once was had long vanished.

“Feng Corporation’s heiress, Feng Yaya,” Qin Ruoyao muttered through gritted teeth, her eyes locked on the screen.

“I ended up like this because of you, Lin Li!”

Her voice dripped with venom.

“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have fallen out with Lin Xuan, my child wouldn’t have been lost, and I wouldn’t have been thrown into this hellhole by Su Hua.”

“How dare you live so lavishly, marrying the Feng Corporation’s heiress, set to inherit everything?”

“How dare you live happily while I suffer like this?!”

Rage consumed her.

After enduring the asylum and now seeing Lin Li’s bliss, her hatred for him had reached its peak.

She wanted to drink his blood, tear his flesh.

“Lin Li, you’d better pray I never leave this place. Because if I do, I swear I’ll make you suffer a fate worse than death.”

Her fists clenched, her bloodshot eyes never leaving the screen.

Lin Xuan, listening through his earpiece, smirked at Qin Ruoyao’s outburst.

Once the time was right, he’d have her released—let her unleash her fury on Lin Li.

Those two deserved each other.

He removed the earpiece and sent a message:

[She can be taken away now.]

Su Hua had handed Qin Ruoyao’s case over to him, and the asylum staff obeyed his orders without question.

A reply came swiftly:

[Understood, Young Master Lin.]

Soon, two men in white coats entered Qin Ruoyao’s room.

Terror flashed in her eyes as she backed away.

“What do you want?” she snarled.

One of the doctors smirked. “What do you think, Miss Qin?”

She screamed with all her strength, “I’m not insane! You can’t do this to me! Get out!”

“Get out!”

“Ah—!”

Her struggles were useless against the two burly men.

Eventually, she gave up, letting them drag her away, her eyes hollow with despair and resignation.

They threw her into another ward.

Inside, a female patient was in the throes of an episode—and she had a particular fondness for women.

The moment she saw Qin Ruoyao, her eyes lit up.

She lunged forward and wrapped her arms around her.

“My sweet Lanlan,” the woman cooed, mistaking Qin Ruoyao for her lover. Her grip was iron-tight, impossible to break.

“You’ve finally come back to me.” She buried her face in Qin Ruoyao’s neck, inhaling deeply.

“Do you know how much I love you?”

“I’d die for you, my Lanlan. Never leave me again.”

Qin Ruoyao’s expression was blank, numb.

By now, she was used to this torment.

Whenever someone has an episode, the people here would send her to stay with those who are also having psychotic episodes.

This time, the female patient was much better off compared to the others who were having episodes.