C11 Rats Crossing the Street

The wedding continued as planned, and after the spectacle, everyone naturally returned to the event. In the world of the wealthy, the drama between a mistress and a wife is a never-ending topic, something people are quite used to by now.

As soon as the wedding ended, Gu Changsheng couldn't wait to take Lee Xue to the room next door, where Gu Yifan was being held by security.

Away from the media's flashing cameras, Gu Changsheng's true nature emerged. He stepped forward and slapped Gu Yifan hard across the face several times. "You worthless person, who told you to come here?"

Lee Xue also slapped Gu Yifan, her words even harsher. "You pathetic creature, Moyan doesn't want you, yet you still come running. You're truly shameless!"

"Pregnant, huh? I'll make sure you're not!"

Lee Xue lifted her slender high heel and kicked Gu Yifan in the stomach, knocking her to the ground. If this wretched woman was really pregnant, those kicks would be enough to cause a miscarriage. If not, it was still a way to vent her anger. After all, this woman constantly made her unhappy.

Gu Changsheng stood by, watching coldly, as if the person before him was a complete stranger.

At this point, Gu Yifan's face was swollen and red, a far cry from her earlier tearful beauty, now looking utterly disheveled.

As Lee Xue kicked her hard in the stomach, she bit down on her lip, enduring the pain without crying out. Her stubbornness was just like that woman’s!

Gu Changsheng dared not think of that woman any longer. He turned away, listening to the constant stream of insults and the sound of blows behind him.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly. Eventually, Gu Yifan’s lips were bitten so hard they bled, making her appear even more resilient.

At that moment, Hsu Moyan walked in. Having just found some free time, he used the excuse of looking for his father-in-law to locate this room, and sure enough, Gu Yifan was there. Yet, he didn’t spare a glance at the pitiful figure on the floor, instead speaking as if no one else was present: “Mayor Gu, the media wants to interview you and your wife.”

Hearing this, Lee Xue paused, adjusting her appearance. Her image was far more important than this wretched woman.

Gu Changsheng eyed Hsu Moyan, trying to gauge the truth of his words. Hsu Moyan’s indifferent demeanor reassured him somewhat; he could always send someone to investigate later.

“Alright, we’ll head out immediately,” Gu Changsheng nodded, then instructed, “Throw her out.”

Gu Yifan looked pleadingly at Hsu Moyan, hoping he might save her, but he never once glanced her way.

Yes, she was the mistress, and a disobedient one at that. What reason did Hsu Moyan have to save her? Besides, if he wanted to save her, he wouldn't have severed their ties so publicly at the wedding.

Hsu Moyan and Gu Changsheng.

Gu Yifan stared at the two of them, struggling to get up but ultimately failing. The pain in her stomach made it impossible to stand. Security escorted her out of the room.

To avoid the guests, especially the media, the security guards took Gu Yifan through the stairwell. Her legs kept hitting the steps.

Pain!

That was Gu Yifan's last thought before she passed out.

She woke up in the hospital, her whole body aching. Turning her head, she saw Tang Anan looking exhausted, nodding off beside her. Clearly, she hadn't rested well.

Yifan didn't want to wake her, but the pain was becoming unbearable, and she couldn't help but let out a low moan.

Tang Anan woke up immediately, instinctively reaching to feel Yifan's forehead, checking for a fever. Instead, she saw Yifan's vacant eyes staring back at her.

Tang Anan felt it was unfair for her friend. She knew going there wouldn't end well, but Yifan had to take the risk, even if it meant exposing Gu Changsheng's carefully crafted image, despite the cost to herself.

If it weren't for the security guard's compassion, who placed Yifan in the back alley and called to let her know, it's uncertain if she would have survived.

"Yifan, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?" Anan looked her over. Earlier, when she helped Yifan change clothes, she couldn't help but cry at the sight of her friend's bruises. Now, seeing her groan, it was clear she was in pain.

Yifan shook her head. The physical pain was nothing compared to the ache in her heart.

Anan, unable to hold back her tears, scolded gently, "Couldn't you have waited a little longer? We can't handle them, and you shouldn't have to bear it all yourself."

Yifan raised her hand to awkwardly wipe Anan's tears. "Don't cry."

Anan gently pushed her hand away, suddenly remembering Yifan's injuries. She quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I forgot you were hurt."

Yifan managed a pale smile. "I won't blame you."

After speaking, a wave of dizziness hit her, and her vision blurred, leaving her feeling even weaker.

Anan, who had been watching Yifan closely, knew this was the aftermath of severe injuries. She pressed her fingers to Yifan's lips to stop her from speaking and softly said, "Just rest for now. We can talk about everything once you're better."

Yifan nodded and drifted into a deep sleep. Anan frowned, thinking about the rumors circulating online, unsure how Yifan would handle them once she woke up.

It had been a day since Moyan's wedding. Under Mayor Gu's influence, the media only reported on the wedding's grandeur, but someone had secretly uploaded a video of Yifan speaking.

Initially, the internet was sympathetic to Yifan because of her appearance and vulnerability, criticizing Moyan for being heartless. However, new videos soon emerged, shifting the narrative to Yifan being an ungrateful daughter who disrupted her sister's wedding. Some even replayed Moyan's words repeatedly, labeling Yifan as a schemer trying to steal her sister's man but failing.

In reality, Anan knew that Yifan was the only one wronged in this situation. Not only was she severely injured, but she was also subjected to relentless online abuse. Anan felt helpless, as her attempts to defend Yifan were quickly drowned out.

As a result, Yifan became infamous. A bad reputation.

Yifan was unaware of this, and even if she knew, she probably wouldn't care. Her only concern was getting her grandfather out, and nothing else mattered to her.

As her injuries gradually improved in the hospital, the buzz around the wedding began to fade, and even the chatter about Yifan paused for a while. Jieyu finally noticed the paparazzi had disappeared from her doorstep, so she drove to the hospital where Yifan was staying. Seeing Yifan lying there, looking fragile and delicate despite her severe injuries, stirred a mix of emotions in Jieyu. She couldn't help but feel a surge of resentment, wishing she could mar that beautiful face. Perhaps Moyan had helped her several times because of that very face.

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