A Beijing socialite stole my boyfriend; she went crazy after I got married.

Following the wedding at Emerald Bay, a silent tsunami swept through global capital markets and the top fashion industry.

Because of Tianyu Group's extremely strict legal prohibitions and public relations control, no tabloid or paparazzi was able to get first-hand photos of the scene.

But the more mysterious something is, the more fervent and inquisitive people from the outside world become.

Soon, the three top global media outlets that were authorized to report on the story released press releases and selected official videos that had undergone three rounds of review by the Tianyu General Office.

There were no close-up shots or any photos that revealed the faces of the political and business tycoons present.

All the scenes present a grand and sophisticated aesthetic.

The cover of the International Financial Weekly was what first ignited the global financial world.

Above the deep blue waves of the Pacific Ocean, a panoramic view of a private island as clear as emerald is laid out before you.

On the distant crystal bridge, the swirling water curtain refracts a dazzling rainbow in the sunlight.

The groom was dressed in a cool and imposing black tailcoat, while the bride stood in the distance, her veil fluttering freely in the sea breeze like silver waves.

The camera zoomed out, and only the figures of the two embracing under the water curtain could be vaguely seen.

Following this, the world's top business and fashion magazine published a special report, dissecting the "silent luxury" behind the wedding in detail.

"...The bride's dress was hand-embroidered by a Parisian haute couture workshop over eight months, made entirely of environmentally friendly natural silk...The entire wedding relied on the island's self-sufficient photovoltaic and tidal power generation system..."

The internet, both domestically and internationally, has been in an uproar.

Although major domestic social media platforms strictly prohibit any malicious rumors and searches about Jiang Chu's personal privacy under the supervision of Tianyu's powerful public relations team, this did not prevent the hashtags "#Tianyu Group Chairman's Wedding#" and "#South Pacific Mysterious Island Wedding#" from directly topping the trending searches within minutes, followed by a bright red "hot" character.

[Holy crap... Is this what a top-tier chaebol's wedding is like? They won't even show a single high-definition picture of their faces, but just looking at their backs and silhouettes makes it seem incredibly expensive!]

The bride's poise was absolutely stunning; the moment her veil billowed up, she looked like a fairy descending to earth. Was she a celebrity?

[Everyone's controlling the comments; you can't find any specific personal information about the bride at all.]

The guest list is the most terrifying part.

[Who is the chairman of Tianyu? This list is perfectly normal, okay?]

Following the global media coverage of this sensational wedding, shares of several listed companies under the Tianyu Group, involved in new energy, polar logistics, and biotechnology, all surged, hitting the daily limit for three consecutive days.

A wedding alone boosted Tianyu's market value by tens of billions.

……

At the same time.

In an apartment in Haicheng.

Chen Qingxue left work exhausted and was stewing pork ribs in the kitchen, the range hood emitting a slightly noisy buzzing sound.

She looked down at the financial news pushed to her phone screen, as if frozen in place, her face deathly pale.

On the screen was a distant photograph of an island in the South Pacific.

"Qingxue! Qingxue, can't you hear me?!"

In the living room, her husband's irritable voice abruptly pulled Chen Qingxue from her daze.

Wang Jian, holding his phone, shouted, "Private Taekwondo lessons have gone up in price again! Summer classes are over 8,000 yuan per person, and foreign teacher classes are now 20,000 yuan..."

He kept complaining.

Chen Qingxue felt her throat tighten, and waves of intense suffocation and regret overwhelmed her completely.

She originally...

She could have been sitting at the wedding.

if--

If only she hadn't pushed the child onto her mother-in-law back then, if only she had treated her daughter a little better.

However, it was too late.

She wanted to make a scene, but reason stopped her; there was no point in doing so.

What is Tianyu Group?

These days, there are scammers and con artists everywhere. Who would believe her if she said she was the chairman's mother-in-law?

They have power and influence; even if she wanted to say something online, she could be banned in a heartbeat.

In that case, she will lose face, lose her job, and her two children will also suffer.

"Qingxue? What's wrong? You look so pale?"

Wang Jian finally noticed that something was wrong with her and frowned as he asked a question.

"No...it's nothing."

Chen Qingxue hurriedly turned off her phone screen.

Wang Jian curled his lip. "Did Jiang Chu ask you for money again? I told you, you did the right thing before. We have two children. You don't need her to support us in our old age, and we don't need her dowry. We shouldn't give her money either. After all, once young people realize they can sponge off their parents, they won't work hard anymore..."

Chen Qingxue did not speak again.

-

On the other side of the city.

The payment counter at the inpatient department of the Municipal Children's Hospital.

Jiang Liguo stood in front of the manual payment window, clutching a thick overdue bill in his hand, his face ashen as if he wanted to devour someone.

"Including dialysis fees and imported immunosuppressants, the prepayment for this treatment is still 38,000 yuan short."

The cashier inside the window typed on the keyboard expressionlessly, "Sir, please pay the difference as soon as possible, otherwise your medication will be discontinued next week."

Jiang Liguo gritted his teeth and, with trembling hands, pulled out his credit card from his wallet and handed it in.

"Beep—Insufficient balance."

"Change to this one!"

Jiang Liguo took out another card, his forehead veins bulging, and his voice was somewhat distorted.

After finally scraping together the money and swiping it out, Jiang Liguo walked back down the corridor with the receipt, looking completely drained of energy.

As soon as he reached the door of the ward, his current wife, Liu Mei, came up to him, snatched the payment slip, and glanced at it.

"Why did it take so long to pay, Jiang Liguo! We were almost late! Don't you care about your son's life? Where did all that ten thousand yuan you earned each month go?! Were you cheating on me and spending it all?!"

"Why are you yelling at me?!"

Jiang Liguo yelled back irritably, "My salary isn't even enough to cover his medical expenses, where the hell am I supposed to get any money?"

Liu Mei frowned. "Where's Jiang Chu? Those designer bags of hers, even if sold, would be enough for her brother to live on for a while. Our Yaoyao is in such a state, how can the older sister not care? Besides, didn't she find a rich second-generation boyfriend? When her dowry arrives, we can take it—"

As she spoke, she gave her husband a push, "Call her right now!"

Jiang Liguo leaned against the cold white wall of the hospital. He was about to light a cigarette when a nurse glared at him, so he could only stub it out.

He sneered, "You don't know anything! Do you think I don't know my daughter? She's been arrogant and proud since she was little! If she really found a rich second-generation heir and could gain a foothold in a wealthy family, given her temper, she would have already come to me to show off and slap me in the face!"

Jiang Liguo shook his head. "She hasn't made a move in so long, she must have been dumped a long time ago and is probably looking for someone else. I'm not going to date her, otherwise I'd have to give her living expenses, and if I don't give her money, she'll curse me in the family group chat! All she does is embarrass me! That bitch! I'd rather she starve to death out there!"

Liu Mei was somewhat suspicious: "Really? Isn't she a student at Peking University? Doesn't she have a scholarship?"

"Kyoto University certainly offers scholarships, but do you think every student can get one?"

Jiang Liguo waved his hand dismissively.

"Alright, let's not talk about that good-for-nothing anymore. I'll find a way to get Old Li to give me the money first."

In the corridor outside the ward, a television was hanging in the corner, silently playing news briefs about the wedding of the century on a private island in the South Pacific.

Jiang Liguo didn't look up, but just walked towards the stairwell while cursing.