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Yu Bo's hand was still holding the wine glass, his knuckles clenched, and the wine in the glass was swaying incessantly with his trembling hands.

He didn't look at the group of ragged villagers outside the door.

A pair of eyes stared intently at her son and her newlywed wife.

The muscles in his face twitched, and his expression was colder than the wind outside the door.

"Look what you two have done..."

The previously lively atmosphere in the wedding hall was now completely extinguished, leaving only a buzzing of whispers.

The gazes that fell upon me were filled with curiosity and sympathy, but mostly with mockery and amusement.

"This couple is interesting. They throw a huge banquet for themselves but don't have the money to pay the bill for others."

"Yes, has Factory Director Yu gone bankrupt?"

Yu Gaoyang's drunkenness was completely sobered up by these rumors.

He felt his hands and feet were cold, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

He was at a loss, never expecting things to turn out this way. If he hadn't listened to Lin Xiumei's advice...

Yes, Lin Xiumei!

He turned his head sharply, lowered his voice, and growled at Lin Xiumei beside him.

"It was all your terrible idea! What are we going to do now?!"

Lin Xiumei was trembling all over, but when she heard Yu Gaoyang's question, a surge of anger rushed to her head.

She's the victim!

If Lu Qingshan hadn't been showing off how much money he made, why would she have gone to collect those mountain products!

How could I possibly be so bewitched as to spend money on a three-wheeled vehicle and a radio?

If it weren't for Lu Qingshan and Lin Xiumei's declaration, how could she have ended up owing this money!

She flung Yu Gaoyang's hand away and screamed at the villagers at the door.

"I don't have a single penny!"

"Go ahead and kill me if you dare! I'm broke anyway! Go find Lu Qingshan, he's rich!"

"My husband and I have no money!"

These words were like a lit fuse, completely igniting the fear and humiliation that had been building up in Yu Gaoyang's heart.

His most glorious day.

He invited all the prominent figures in the county.

Now, it's all a joke!

And all of this is because of this foolish and greedy woman beside me!

"Snapped!"

A crisp, loud slap.

Yu Gaoyang suddenly raised his hand and, with all his might, slapped Lin Xiumei hard across the face.

The noise in the entire hall vanished completely in that instant.

Everyone stopped what they were doing.

The chopsticks of the person eating the food were suspended in mid-air.

The person drinking paused the glass at their lips.

Lin Xiumei was knocked to the side by the blow, and five bright red finger marks quickly appeared on her fair face, swelling up high.

My ears are ringing.

She covered her burning face and looked at Yu Gaoyang in disbelief.

"You...you hit me?"

Just a moment ago, this man was showering her with sweet words at the dinner table and receiving everyone's blessings.

The next moment, right in front of everyone, she was slapped like this.

The villagers at the door were also stunned.

They came to ask for money and to seek justice, but they never expected to see something like this.

If the groom beats the bride at the wedding banquet, it's even worse than not paying back a debt.

Lin Xiulan stood in the corner, her hand holding the plate tightening slightly.

She looked at her younger sister, who had always been competitive and always wanted to be the best, now looking as pathetic as a defeated chicken.

It wasn't satisfying.

There is only an indescribable heartache.

At the main table, Yu Bo finally moved.

He'd had enough of this farce, this humiliating farce!

Yu Bo walked quickly forward with a stern face and stood in front of the villagers.

He didn't look at Lin Xiumei, who was covering her face and crying, and didn't even spare her a glance.

He walked up to his third uncle, his voice low and imposing, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"Today is my son's big day, fellow villagers, please give me some face."

"It's just a small payment for goods, isn't it?"

"I gave!"

After saying that, he turned around and coldly gave instructions to the secretary following behind him.

"Go, get the money."

The secretary didn't dare to delay and ran out.

The atmosphere in the hall eased a little.

The guests all assumed that Director Yu was trying to pay money to avoid trouble and save face.

Soon, the secretary came running back carrying a bulging canvas bag.

Yu Bo took the bag and threw it directly on the ground in front of his third uncle.

"The money is here."

Just as Uncle San was about to bend down to take it, Yu Bo's voice rang out again.

"However, I need to make myself clear."

"You know perfectly well how much of the goods you delivered were moldy or damp."

"According to the factory's rules, we would refuse to accept this kind of goods directly."

"I'm only accepting it now because it's my son's big day and I don't want things to get too ugly."

Yu Bo's gaze swept over every villager present, with a condescending scrutiny.

"Therefore, we can only give you 70% of the original price."

"Take it or leave it!"

The villagers were in an uproar again.

"Seventy percent?"

"Why should we pay like this?! We agreed on a price per pound, and now you're just cutting the price off like that!"

"None of our goods are moldy! They're all perfectly fine!"

Yu Bo sneered.

"It's my factory, I call the shots. If you're not willing, you can leave now. In that case, I won't pay you a single penny."

After saying that, Yu Bo gave the villagers a disgusted look.

If it weren't for this bunch of peasants causing trouble, today would have been his glorious day.

The more Yu Bo thought about it, the angrier he became. He kicked the money bag forward with his foot and warned in a low voice.

"Go ahead and sue me. See who in the county would bother me, Yu Bo, over something as trivial as this."

Upon hearing this, all the shouting subsided.

The villagers looked at each other, their anger gradually turning into helplessness and humiliation.

They knew that Yu Bo was telling the truth.

In this county town, what can these peasants do to fight against the director of a large state-owned factory?

Third Uncle squatted down, picked up the canvas bag from the ground, and untied the rope.

He had the village accountant count the money on the spot.

The amount is indeed 70% of the total payment.

Third Uncle gave Yu Bo a deep look, his eyes filled with anger and resentment, but in the end, they all turned into a long sigh.

He hunched over and waved to the villagers behind him.

"Let's go."

"Take the money and go home."

Dozens of villagers, like a group of defeated soldiers, silently followed behind Uncle San as they walked out of the state-run restaurant.

The farce ended just like that.

But the atmosphere of the wedding banquet can never be the same again.

The guests found excuses to get up and say goodbye, and as they left, they couldn't help but look back a few more times.

Looking at the bride who was still standing there, with a handprint on her face and her makeup ruined by tears.

Looking at the groom, whose face was ashen and whose grip on the wine glass was making a cracking sound.

And then there was the factory manager, who had a cold expression on his face from beginning to end, as if everything was none of his business.

After tidying everything up, Lin Xiulan quietly left through the side door.

The noise and humiliation inside the restaurant were shut out behind the heavy doors.

It was very cold outside, and the wind stung my face.

But the air was exceptionally fresh.

She looked up at the gray sky, but her thoughts were on her family's large courtyard in the provincial capital and the man who always protected her.

Today, the wedding banquet has been completely ruined.

Everything Lin Xiumei had painstakingly built up was shattered in an instant with a single slap.

And her marriage to Aoyama was coming soon.