Splash, Pants

Lin Li's face suddenly turned deathly pale.

"Turn it off! Turn it off now!" Lin Li roared.

"Don’t believe any of this! It’s all fake! These recordings were fabricated by people with ulterior motives!"

"Mom, Dad, Yaya, Uncle Feng, please don’t believe any of it!" Lin Li pleaded frantically.

Feng Weimin sneered. "Whether these recordings are fake or not can easily be verified."

He strode directly toward the two spoiled young men.

"Hand over your phones," Feng Weimin demanded sternly.

The two hesitated, frozen in fear.

Their fathers stepped forward, twisting their ears harshly. "Spit out the truth, or you’ll ruin our families!"

"You can fool around all you want, but wake up now! The Feng family is not someone we can afford to cross!"

Trembling, the two young men pulled out their phones.

Both devices displayed a transfer record of ten million yuan.

"Where did this money come from?" Feng Weimin asked coldly.

"If you don’t tell the truth, don’t blame Feng Corporation for what happens next," he warned darkly.

The fathers’ hands shook, twisting their sons’ ears even harder.

"Ow! It hurts, it hurts!"

"Fine, I’ll talk! I’ll talk!"

One of them pointed at Lin Li. "It was Lin Li! He gave us the money. Just like in those videos and photos online—he’s lost his manhood. Lin Li bribed us to help him cover it up!"

"No!" Lin Li denied desperately. "They’re lying! It’s all a setup!"

"Still refusing to admit it, Lin Li?" Feng Weimin scoffed. "Fine. I’ll make sure you can’t deny it anymore."

He picked up his phone and made a call.

"Get into the hotel now."

Within moments, five or six bodyguards entered.

"Chairman," they greeted respectfully.

"Restrain Lin Li."

"Yes, sir."

The bodyguards swarmed Lin Li, pinning him down so he couldn’t move.

"What are you doing to my son?!" Jiang Shuqin rushed forward, trying to shield him.

"Get out of the way!"

Feng Weimin shoved her aside violently.

She fell to the floor, and another bodyguard immediately restrained her to prevent further interference.

As for Lin Chang, he remained rooted in place, making no move to intervene.

His mind was blank.

He knew it was pointless—Lin Li was, without a doubt, a eunuch.

Lin Li, held firmly by the bodyguards, watched as Feng Weimin approached him step by step. His lips trembled, pale with fear.

"What… what are you going to do?"

Feng Weimin’s face was icy. Without a word, he reached for Lin Li’s pants.

Butler Wang stroked his chin, smirking as he enjoyed the spectacle.

What a show.

Jiang Qing was equally thrilled.

Su Hua, however, paid no attention to the drama. Under the table, she was preoccupied with playing with Lin Xuan’s hand, utterly uninterested.

Feng Weimin yanked Lin Li’s pants down.

"Wow—"

The crowd erupted in gasps and exclamations, their eyes glued to Lin Li’s exposed lower half.

"Nothing there! Completely bare—even more so than a eunuch!"

"No wonder his voice has gotten so high-pitched lately!"

"Hahaha! What a scandal! This wedding was worth attending after all!"

"Imagine becoming a eunuch in modern society. Wonder how Lin Li’s coping with that trauma."

Meanwhile, the hashtag #LinLiExposedAsEunuch skyrocketed to the top of Weibo’s trending list.

The entire nation was feasting on the scandal.

Lin Li’s female fans were heartbroken, rushing to unfollow him en masse.

However, one demographic of his fanbase grew—

Gay men.

A eunuch? The ultimate submissive.

Lin Li clenched his teeth, humiliation burning in his eyes.

"Lin Li," Feng Weimin sneered. "Anything to say now?"

"Uncle Feng," Lin Li said, his eyes red. "Months ago, I was kidnapped by someone. They did this to me—it wasn’t my choice!"

"My feelings for Yaya are real!"

Feng Weimin laughed coldly. "Real? You hid the fact that you’re a eunuch and still tried to marry her. You call that real? Who do you think you’re fooling?"

Realizing he couldn’t convince Feng Weimin, Lin Li turned to Feng Yaya, grabbing her hands.

"Yaya, I truly love you. I married you because I wanted to spend my life with you. You wouldn’t reject me just because of this, right?"

Feng Yaya bit her lip.

Her sex drive was strong—marrying Lin Li meant a life without intimacy. She could never accept that.

Not to mention, he had lied to her.

And who knew if his past affection was just part of his scheme?

She pulled her hands away.

"Lin Li… let’s end this."

His face drained of color.

Even Feng Yaya had abandoned him.

Wang Dahe, watching the live stream of the wedding, couldn’t resist calling Lin Xuan.

"Xuanzi," he said excitedly. "I’m watching Lin Li’s wedding live. Guess what I just saw?"

Lin Xuan replied flatly, "Lin Li exposed as a eunuch, and the Feng family calling off the wedding."

"Exactly! Wait—how did you know?"

Was Lin Xuan watching too?

Lin Xuan: "I’m at the wedding. And I orchestrated today’s exposure."

"Holy shit!"

Wang Dahe was stunned.

Then he scowled. "You’re such a terrible friend! You didn’t even invite me to watch the drama live!"

It must’ve been one hell of a show.

Lin Xuan hung up without another word.

Wang Dahe: "..."

This friendship was over. Absolutely over.

But then he remembered Su Hua’s deep pockets.

…Fine.

For the crumbs of wealth she might drop, he’d endure.

Feng Weimin exhaled in relief at Feng Yaya’s response.

At least his daughter wasn’t foolish enough to stay with Lin Li.