Recording, Done

As Lin Li uttered these words, all the guests present widened their eyes in shock.

Holy shit!

He really had become a eunuch.

Though they had suspected it earlier, hearing Lin Li admit it outright was far more shocking.

"How could this happen?" Feng Yaya murmured, her face pale.

She recalled how, every time their passion had reached its peak and she wanted to sleep with Lin Li, he would always find an excuse to refuse.

He said he wanted to respect her, that they would consummate their marriage only after the wedding.

But his repeated refusals weren’t out of respect—it was because he simply couldn’t perform.

Feng Yaya felt deeply deceived.

Jiang Shuqin, beyond her shock, felt overwhelming heartache.

Her son had become a eunuch—what on earth had he gone through?

Lin Chang stood frozen in place, his mind blank.

If Lin Li had become a eunuch, what about his sperm? Had he become sterile as well?

The thought sent a chill down Lin Chang’s spine.

Lin Xuan had already severed ties with the Lin family.

And thanks to the drugs Jiang Shuqin had administered, Lin Chang himself had lost his fertility. If something happened to Lin Li too…

Wouldn’t the Lin family be left without an heir?

Inside the room.

"Hahaha!" The two young masters burst into laughter upon hearing Lin Li’s words, clutching their stomachs.

"Lin Li, oh Lin Li, who’d have thought you’d end up like this? Tell us, how does it feel?"

Becoming a eunuch was perhaps the most humiliating and painful torment a man could endure.

One of the young masters sneered, "Lin Li, being a eunuch isn’t so bad. If you can’t be the one on top, you can always be the one underneath."

Lin Li’s face darkened. "Will you help me keep this quiet or not?"

"Lin Li, lying to so many high-society people carries consequences. If we’re exposed, we’ll be in deep trouble. A million isn’t enough to cover that risk."

One of the young masters lit a cigarette, leisurely taking a drag.

The other chuckled, "Exactly. Young Master Wang is right. Lin Li, you’d better think carefully—either increase the payment, or we expose your little secret. The choice is yours."

"Aren’t you desperate to latch onto the Feng family? If your condition gets out, do you really think Chairman Feng will still let his daughter marry you?"

Lin Li clenched his fists.

The young master glanced at his watch and grinned. "Lin Li, we’ll give you one minute to decide."

The seconds ticked by.

"Lin Li, you’ve got ten seconds left. Once time’s up, we’re walking out that door."

"Five."

"Four."

As the countdown reached three, Lin Li took a deep breath. "Fine. I’ll pay."

He pulled out another bank card.

"Another million. That’s all I have left. Satisfied?"

"Not bad, not bad." The young masters nodded approvingly.

After transferring the money, they handed the card back to Lin Li.

"Lin Li, let’s be clear—we’ll vouch for you, but whether people believe us or not, the money stays with us."

"Fine." Lin Li swallowed his anger.

But so what if it was two million?

Once he married Feng Yaya, money would be the least of his worries.

The young masters smirked and extended their hands. "Lin Li, pleasure doing business with you."

Lin Li ignored the gesture, brushing past them and storming out of the room.

The two exchanged mocking glances before following.

The hotel lobby was eerily silent.

Lin Li, desperate to clear his name, paid no attention to the atmosphere.

The young masters exchanged a look before putting on serious expressions. "After examining Lin Li, we’ve concluded…"

The crowd leaned in, eager to see if they’d uphold their end of the deal.

The young master continued, "Lin Li’s manhood is perfectly intact. Those videos and photos must’ve been doctored. Someone clearly has it out for him and staged this whole thing."

Lin Li exhaled in relief.

At least they hadn’t betrayed him.

The crisis was averted—or so he thought.

"Dad, Mom, you can relax. There’s nothing wrong with me."

"Lin Li!" Jiang Shuqin grabbed his arm, frantic to explain what had happened.

"Mom." Lin Li cut her off. "Don’t worry. We’ll talk later—I have things to handle."

He’d endured enough humiliation.

Now it was his turn to flaunt his victory.

"Everyone." Lin Li’s icy gaze swept across the room. "Weren’t you all just gossiping about me being a eunuch? Now that these two have verified the truth, any objections?"

Jiang Shuqin’s face twisted with anxiety.

She should’ve told him sooner.

But soon, Lin Li sensed something was off.

His brow furrowed as an unsettling feeling crept over him.

Why were these people looking at him with such mocking amusement?

Did they know?

He dismissed the thought immediately.

No, impossible.

He’d hidden it well, and the young masters had been paid off.

He must be overthinking it.

Lin Li turned to Lin Xuan, eyes gleaming with challenge.

Heh.

Lin Xuan, let’s see what else you’ve got.

Trying to ruin my reputation and my wedding?

Dream on.

Lin Xuan merely lounged on the sofa, raising an eyebrow at Lin Li.

No rush.

Lin Li, we’ll take this slow.

"Does anyone else have anything to say?" Lin Li’s voice dripped with arrogance.

"Lin Li," one guest called out, "are you sure they’re telling the truth and not just covering for you?"

"Absolutely," Lin Li declared.

"Good, good." The guest smirked, about to expose him.

Just then, a recording began playing throughout the hall.

"Lin Li, enough talk. Drop your pants."

It was the young master’s voice.

Lin Li froze.

He’d heard those words before.

Wait—

Realization struck, and his pupils dilated.

This was their conversation from the room!

As if to confirm his fears, Lin Li’s own voice followed.

"Here’s a bank card. There’s a million inside…"