Seeing this familiar scene, Lin Li's pupils constricted sharply.
Isn't this the photo taken when he was locked in a basement that day?
Didn’t he send someone to steal Lin Xuan’s phone?
He personally deleted all the photos and videos inside!
How could these images and videos still exist?
A chill ran down Lin Li’s entire body.
Today was his wedding, the crucial day of marrying Feng Yaya, and with so many guests present, no one could find out that the person in the video was him!
"Where’s the hotel manager?"
Lin Li reacted fiercely.
"Today is my wedding with Yaya. How could such an inauspicious thing be shown? Turn it off! Turn it off right now!"
Seeing Lin Li’s reaction, the guests grew even more suspicious.
Could the person in the video really be Lin Li?
Was that why he was so desperate to stop everyone from watching it?
Then again, it might just be as Lin Li said—playing such unlucky content at a wedding was inappropriate, so his strong reaction wasn’t entirely unreasonable.
"How could the Lin Family handle things so poorly? Allowing such a huge mistake at the wedding!" Feng Weimin’s expression was grim.
"Dad," Feng Yaya explained, "It’s probably just a technical malfunction. I’m sure they’ll fix it soon. Please don’t be upset."
Though she was also uncomfortable, she didn’t want to make things difficult for the Lin Family.
"Yes, yes, Yaya is right," Lin Chang nodded, putting on a polite front. "Father-in-law, I’ll call the hotel manager right away to sort this out."
Feng Weimin crossed his arms and snorted coldly.
As Lin Chang took out his phone, he shot Feng Weimin a dark glance.
From the very first meeting, Feng Weimin had looked down on the Lin Family.
Only when Su Hua showed up earlier—and Feng Weimin mistakenly thought the Lin Family had ties with her—did his attitude soften slightly.
But the moment Su Hua clarified there was no connection, Feng Weimin resumed his condescending tone.
Just wait!
Once Lin Li seized the Feng Family’s assets, he’d make sure Feng Weimin paid for this!
"What kind of operation are you running here?" Lin Chang demanded coldly when the call connected. "We’re in the middle of a wedding, and now some obscene footage is playing on the screen?"
"What obscene footage?" the hotel manager asked, confused.
"Naked photos of a man missing his—" Lin Chang gritted his teeth.
Such an ill-omened image appearing at the wedding—wasn’t this mocking him for becoming a man who could no longer "stand tall"?
"Chairman Lin, please hold on. I’m at the entrance now—I’ll be right there," the manager said, bowing apologetically.
The hotel manager arrived quickly, but when he saw the screen, he froze.
Holy—!
He thought Lin Chang was exaggerating, but it really was that kind of content.
What in the world was going on?
How could such footage be playing? The hotel had been in business for over a decade, hosting countless weddings.
This was the first time something like this had happened.
Was it a ghost messing with them?
The manager stood dumbfounded, unable to process the situation.
"You’re the hotel manager?" Lin Chang strode over, his face dark.
"Yes," the manager snapped back to attention, bowing again. "Chairman Lin, I sincerely apologize for this oversight. Rest assured, I’ll handle it immediately."
The manager made a call, but no one answered.
He sent someone to check, but the person never returned.
The video kept playing.
Frowning, the manager wondered—was someone deliberately orchestrating this?
"Butler Wang," Lin Xuan finally spoke, amused. "Isn’t the buildup a bit too long? When will Lin Li’s face appear?"
Butler Wang couldn’t hold back. "Young Master Lin, I’d like to know—when exactly will we see Lin Li’s face?"
He couldn’t wait any longer!
"This video doesn’t show Lin Li’s face," Lin Xuan replied with a faint smile.
"What?" Butler Wang was stunned.
No face?
Wasn’t the whole point of today’s scheme to expose that Lin Li had become a eunuch?
Why not reveal his identity?
"Last time, I exposed Lin Li and Qin Ruoyao’s affair on this very screen. If I repeated the same trick today, wouldn’t that be boring? This time, I’m doing something different," Lin Xuan said, his lips curving.
This piqued Butler Wang’s interest.
"Young Master Lin, what exactly are you planning?"
Lin Xuan glanced at him. "Nothing much. Just letting Lin Li experience the taste of heaven one second and hell the next. I want him to think he’s escaped disaster—when in reality, he hasn’t."
Butler Wang’s eyes gleamed.
Today’s drama was guaranteed.
What a shame there were no melon seeds or watermelon—
Otherwise, he’d be sitting comfortably, munching on watermelon with one hand and cracking seeds with the other.
Lin Xuan suddenly stiffened.
Would Su Hua find him too cruel for this?
He’d always maintained a gentle, refined image in front of her.
"President Su," he coughed awkwardly, "Does my behavior just now… clash with my usual image?"
"Not at all. In fact, I think it’s perfect," Su Hua replied, her red lips curling.
The more Lin Xuan schemed and tormented others, the more she liked it.
Only if he became like her—someone who walked the same dark path—would he never reject her true nature.
"Good," Lin Xuan sighed in relief.
Jiang Qing shook her head.
This couple was really putting on an act for each other.
One was a deadly rose, a name that struck fear in the underworld.
The other was the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang, who had tortured Lin Chang and Lin Li beyond recognition and even stormed the Shadow Organization with just a dozen men.
Even if Su Hua hadn’t intervened that day, Lin Xuan would’ve escaped the Shadow Organization unscathed.
Neither of them was any kind of saint.
Yet they loved pretending to be innocent in front of each other.
Anyone who crossed this pair would have no one to turn to for justice.
The hotel manager sent two more staff to investigate, but they didn’t return either.
"This can’t go on," the manager muttered.
If the video kept playing, such a massive blunder would cost him his job.
"Someone!" he barked.
A staff member rushed over.
"Cut all the wires to that screen!" the manager ordered.
No matter what, the video had to stop.
"Yes, sir!"
The staff immediately complied.
Soon, the screen went dark, and the disturbing footage vanished.
A wave of disappointment rippled through the crowd.
"It's been taken down—what a shame. I was really hoping to see who the person in the video was."
"Yeah, me too. I was wondering if it was who I thought it was."
"The person you're thinking of… is it Lin Li?"
He didn’t actually say the last two words aloud, just mouthed them silently.
"Exactly, you got it—it's him." The other man nodded, then added in confusion, "No idea what the person who posted the video was thinking. Showing just the body but not the face—how’s anyone supposed to guess who it is?"
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