Seeing the content on the screen disappear, Lin Li finally let out a sigh of relief.
At least no one had seen his face.
Now he didn’t have to worry anymore.
Lin Li knew this was Lin Xuan’s doing, and the corners of his lips curled into a cold smirk.
Hmph.
Lin Xuan was trying to pull the same trick again.
How laughable!
Did Lin Xuan really think Lin Li was stupid enough to fall for the same trap twice?
Lin Li shot Lin Xuan a challenging look.
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow in response, mimicking his previous gesture by lifting his wine glass in a toast.
Lin Li clenched his fists.
Judging by Lin Xuan’s expression, did he have another move up his sleeve?
No, impossible.
Most likely, the video Lin Xuan had saved didn’t include his face—otherwise, he wouldn’t have hesitated to reveal it earlier.
Besides!
The video feed had already been cut off. What else could Lin Xuan possibly do?
With that thought, Lin Li’s tension eased once more.
The host wiped the sweat from his forehead.
In over a year, he’d only handled two weddings for grooms surnamed Lin. Why did every Lin wedding turn into such a mess?
Last time, the groom was Lin Xuan, who had been publicly whisked away by a stunning, domineering woman with a dozen bodyguards right in the middle of the ceremony.
This time, the groom was Lin Li.
And now, some bizarre video had been played during the wedding.
What kind of nonsense was this?
Relieved that the situation seemed resolved, the host forced a smile.
“Well, that was just a minor hiccup,” he said cheerfully. “As the saying goes, no rain, no rainbow! This little setback for our newlyweds today only means their future together will be even more blessed.”
“Now, let’s proceed with the vows.”
“Feng Yaya,” the host turned to her with a practiced smile, “whether in good times or bad, in wealth or in poverty, do you promise to stand by this man and spend the rest of your life with him?”
This time, fearing another disruption, the host discreetly shortened the vows.
The longer this dragged on, the higher the chance of another disaster.
Lin Xuan watched the scene unfold, his lips curling as his fingers swiped across his phone screen. Within seconds, a message was sent.
Almost instantly, a chorus of notification sounds rang out from the guests’ phones.
At the same time, the top trending spot on all major social media platforms was taken by a single explosive hashtag:
#Shocking! Starlight Group’s heir Lin Li is actually a eunuch!#
Netizens on the frontlines of gossip gasped at the headline.
A eunuch?
What era was this? How could there still be eunuchs?
Assuming it was a prank, they clicked to mock it—only to be met with a series of graphic videos and photos.
[LoveCilantro]: Holy crap holy crap HOLY CRAP! My eyes!!!
[CallMeDaddy]: It’s really him! Lin Li, a wealthy young master, how did he end up like this? Are these photoshopped?
[GossipGuru]: Remember Jiang Shuqin’s scandal? She claimed Lin Xuan had Lin Li and Lin Chang beaten half to death. My guess is Lin Li lost his manhood during that time.
[IAmYourFather]: Damn, this is one juicy scandal!
The crowd eagerly devoured the gossip.
Meanwhile, Lin Li’s female fans were heartbroken.
They could’ve forgiven him for many things—but becoming a eunuch? Unacceptable.
With no solid proof yet, they clung to denial, convincing themselves the footage was fake.
Back at the wedding, all eyes were on Feng Yaya.
Her face glowed with sweetness as she prepared to answer.
“I do—”
Just as she was about to nod, a shocked cry erupted from the crowd.
“Lin Li! It’s really Lin Li!”
“What about him?” someone asked.
“I just got a link—it has the full video and photos!” The guest shoved their phone forward. “Look!”
Hearing this, the other guests remembered their own notifications and hurriedly checked their phones.
“It’s true! That’s definitely Lin Li!”
As they scrolled through the links, jaws dropped.
Then, one by one, their gazes turned toward Lin Li—filled with disbelief and judgment.
A cold dread crept up Lin Li’s spine.
Why was everyone staring at him like that?
Lin Chang, who had also received the message, quickly pulled out his phone.
“This…”
His eyes nearly bulged out of his skull at what he saw.
Feng Weimin, having read the contents, slammed his phone against Lin Li’s chest in fury.
“Lin Li!” he roared, his face dark. “Explain this! Are these videos and photos real?!”
Lin Li’s entire body went numb.
Videos? Photos?
It couldn’t be…
With trembling hands, he picked up the phone.
The video was still playing—and the moment he saw it, his blood ran cold.
It was him.
His face was clearly visible.
“Answer me! Is that you or not?!” Feng Weimin demanded through gritted teeth.
“N-no, it’s not!”
Lin Li’s mind blanked. All he knew was that he couldn’t let anyone confirm he was a eunuch.
If they did, everything would be over.
His marriage to the Feng family would be called off.
And Lin Chang would never hand Starlight Group to someone who couldn’t carry on the family line.
Lin Chang quickly jumped in. “My son would never look like that! Feng Weimin, don’t be fooled—these things can easily be faked!”
Feng Weimin’s frown deepened.
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