C2 Kind People

At Tang Hao and Lin Mengyao's wedding, there was neither a lifelong cherished diamond ring nor any blessings from others. What prevailed was mockery and amusement. Tang Hao and Lin Mengyao had already tied the knot legally. Lin Mengyao, who once managed the Lin family's finances, had married a man diagnosed with mental illness, effectively eliminating any future challenges to the family estate.

This signified the downfall of the Lin family, particularly the lineage of Lin Quansheng. Lin Quansheng, Mengyao's father and the eldest of the three Lin brothers, had once enjoyed considerable prestige. However, since becoming paralyzed from the waist down, his household had fallen into disrepair, with his line barely sustained by Mengyao alone. Now, with Mengyao's marriage to a man with a mental condition, the Lin family had decisively ousted them, ensuring they would never again have a claim to the family's power. It was an absurd farce unfolding before everyone's eyes.

The wedding ceremony was lackluster, attended only by a handful of family members and the bridal couple. Tang Hao was indifferent, merely playing along with the proceedings. For him, the marriage was nothing more than a means to escape the mental institution. Once the ceremony concluded, he planned to seize the first opportunity to leave the Lin family and reunite with his long-lost sister. After all, he had been confined to the mental hospital for quite some time.

During the wedding feast, Lin Qing sat with his father, Lin Xinguo. "Son, Tang Hao seems quite presentable. Are you sure he has a mental illness?" Lin Xinguo, portly with a receding hairline, exuded the unmistakable air of newfound wealth. "Dad, he definitely has a mental illness. Just look at the slap mark on my face; he's the one who hit me! Imagine, he had the audacity to strike me in front of my four bodyguards. If that's not madness, what is?" Lin Qing didn't see the slap mark as an embarrassment but rather boasted about it to his father with pride, eager to show how he had neutralized the threat posed by Lin Mengyao's family.

"Rest assured, Lin Mengyao is already married off. She's no longer a threat. Once I cheer up grandma, the CEO position of the group will undoubtedly be mine."

"Good son, you've inherited my cunning nature. Hahaha."

The more they spoke, the merrier they became, casting malevolent glances at Lin Mengyao and her family.

A cripple and a lunatic, accompanied by two women whose hair was longer than their wisdom.

For the Lin family's younger generation, they were the perfect combination.

Absolutely no competition.

While the Lin father and son duo were busy plotting their future, Tang Hao sat alone in a corner, daydreaming about the free life he was about to embark on.

"Here's to you, groom. May your life be as fine as wine, from green to white—no, I mean, may you stay youthful forever, haha."

An obnoxious voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts. A plump hand landed on his shoulder, followed by the thrust of a full glass of wine into his face.

"Scram!"

Tang Hao didn't even glance at the intruder, responding with icy indifference.

Instantly, the festive yet uncomfortable atmosphere turned rigid.

"I say you're the groom, so you are! And if I say you're not, then tonight you'll obediently step outside and listen to my intimate exchange with Lin Mengyao, got it?"

Chen Shuhao's face twisted slightly as he retrieved his glass, his tone dripping with malice.

His voice was not loud, but everyone seated nearby heard him clearly. He had the audacity to insult the groom at his own wedding! And in front of everyone, he threatened to cuckold him!

Such audacity!

But Chen Shuhao stood brazen and entitled, bolstered by his status as the Chen family's scion. The entire Lin family had to show him respect, especially with Lin Quansheng's line now in ruins.

Lin Qing watched, a smirk playing on his lips.

He had meticulously chosen a madman to marry into the family, seeking exactly this kind of spectacle.

The crowd remained silent, none daring to cross Mr. Chen, for he was the scion of the Chen Corporation in Jaafmont, a man whose words could bring the Lin family a never-ending stream of business.

Money seemed to be no object for him.

Meanwhile, Tang Hao continued to eat as if he were completely unaffected by the surrounding events.

"Today is our wedding day. I ask that our guests conduct themselves with respect," Lin Mengyao said, her voice tinged with a deep sense of disillusionment.

How tragic...

Was this really the man she was to spend the rest of her life with?

A man who, when insulted in front of his own family, did nothing but eat and drink with a vacant expression?

Lin Mengyao gazed blankly at the man beside her.

Lin Qing, unconcerned with the solemnity of the wedding, turned to Chen Shuhao with sycophantic admiration, lifting his glass high. "Mr. Chen will be a distinguished guest of the Lin family from now on! Feel free to consider the Lin family your own home and visit whenever you wish! Today, Uncle Lin Quansheng's household has double the reason to celebrate. Not only is Lin Mengyao getting married, but Mr. Chen has also offered his support to your family. You're all set to reach new heights!"

"Absolutely! Mr. Chen, we hope you'll visit the Lin family often in the future and engage in more communication with Lin Mengyao. After all, deeper collaboration is key to better partnership!" chimed in Lin Qing's cousin, placing particular emphasis on the word 'deeper'.

Lin Quansheng's brow furrowed at these words.

"Enough!"

Even he, Lin Mengyao's own father, was at a loss for words.

He was at a complete loss for a rebuttal.

"Uncle, you're out of touch. Mengyao will surely grow more mature and stable after her marriage. It's through deepening our relationship that we can foster business growth. Please, don't meddle in the younger generation's affairs. They know what they're doing," Chen Shuhao said with a mocking tone, a strong and unmistakable desire flashing in his eyes.

He relished the sensation, particularly the unspoken consensus to treat Lin Mengyao as if she were his personal property, to be discussed and allocated at will.

Lin Qing and his fawning cousin were of no consequence to him.

A few favors in the future, and they would be at his beck and call.

"Fool! Are you listening?"

"Be more astute in the future. Mr. Chen is a rare gem among men. Cross him again, and don't blame me for being ruthless."

Lee Wanqing didn't want the wedding to be disrupted, so she tugged at her husband's arm and spoke with reason.

Chen Shuhao, meanwhile, had retaken his seat, casually crossing his legs and cradling a cigar. He regarded Lee Wanqing with a look of admiration. She seemed to understand the art of seizing the moment, and he respected those who were astute and aligned with his thinking. As their eyes met, there was an odd sense of camaraderie between them.

If Chen Shuhao were the son-in-law, Lee Wanqing's mother-in-law would surely be singing his praises to the skies.

A look of regret washed over Lee Wanqing's face. What a shame that Chen Shuhao wasn't the son-in-law; if he were, perhaps there would still be a chance to save her husband's condition.

She blamed this madman for ruining her daughter's life.

"What are you even thinking? You're hardly competent parents, marrying Lin Mengyao off to a lunatic with violent tendencies! I've heard that kind of illness is genetic! If they have a child, it could also have... Oh, dear..."

Chen Shuhao, in front of everyone gathered, metaphorically slapped the faces of Lin Quansheng and his family. To him, it wasn't about physical violence; he was merely stating the facts, particularly in front of Lin Mengyao, the woman he had long desired, who had ended up with a madman.

The thought was infuriating.

He was determined to see Lin Mengyao brought to her knees today!

"Crazy? All you do is eat without speaking. Are you full yet?" Chen Shuhao thought to himself with a cold laugh. In a fit of rage, he flipped the table, sending dishes crashing to the floor and cutlery shattering into a heap.

It was clear to everyone that Chen Shuhao's intentions toward Lin Mengyao were far from honorable.

But no one had the courage to stand up to him.

Lin Mengyao was in tears, feeling utterly helpless as the events unfolded, with not a single person coming to her defense.

"Pick up the food and eat it, then kneel down and apologize. Now!" Even Tang Hao, who wasn't inclined to stoop to this fool's level, couldn't help but feel his anger boiling over.

After all, the food at a mental hospital couldn't compare to the feast at a wedding banquet.

He couldn't stand being disturbed while he was enjoying a quiet meal, let alone having his table flipped over...