Chapter 9: A Fight Breaks Out Over a Single Word

Ji Sisi was the bride and the star of the show. While her groom, Gu Yu, was busy making his rounds with toasts, Dong Pengfei suddenly popped up, his intentions unclear.

The clash between a new flame and an old one—who knew what kind of sparks would fly?

The conflict between men was simple. Dong Pengfei tilted his head back, downed a glass of white spirit in one gulp, and fixed a provocative gaze on Gu Yu. Without a word, Gu Yu picked up his own glass and finished it in one breath as well.

That wasn't enough for Dong Pengfei. He poured another glass and said, "Wishing you a happy marriage, may you grow old together and have children soon." He polished off three glasses in a row before staring intently at Gu Yu. "The groom wouldn't dare refuse to show some face, would he?"

Gu Yu’s comrades and close friends, who were trailing behind him, were there specifically to shield him from the alcohol. But Dong Pengfei played dirty, sneering, "I drank mine fair and square. Could it be that you're afraid?"

Gu Yu remained unruffled, offering only a calm smile. "Today is my big day, and I have important matters to attend to on my wedding night. I cannot drink too much."

No sooner had he finished speaking than his close friend stepped forward to go drink-for-drink with Dong Pengfei. Gu Yu and his friend had agreed beforehand that since this was his wedding to Ji Sisi, no one would be allowed to cause trouble.

Having downed three shots of liquor on an empty stomach, the alcohol was already going to Dong Pengfei’s head. When he looked up and saw Ji Sisi standing by Gu Yu’s side, radiant and smiling, he was consumed by rage. Why? Even if it was his own fault that he had to marry Ji Manrou instead, Ji Sisi—who had once loved him so dearly—should have been weeping in despair. How could she look so happy being someone else's bride?

This was the selfishness ingrained in Dong Pengfei’s bones. He could wrong Ji Sisi and dally with many women, but if Ji Sisi dared to be happy marrying someone else, that was her crime. However, Gu Yu's friends were not to be trifled with; they crowded around Dong Pengfei, keeping him trapped.

Ji Sisi noticed the inexplicable fury flashing in Dong Pengfei’s eyes and felt it was a waste of time to pity the original owner of her body. This was the same scumbag who, in the previous life, had played the part of a devoted, high-status man, only to have his own sister grow jealous and resentful. After her rebirth, Ji Manrou had orchestrated the marriage swap. Ji Sisi already knew how the book ended; the original owner’s fate could only be described as tragic.

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All of this was Ji Manrou’s fault, and Ji Sisi was determined to seek justice for the original owner!

Since this was a once-in-a-lifetime wedding, Ji Sisi didn't want to cause a scene. She chose to silently accompany Gu Yu for toasts, holding back the urge to use her "Super-Strength Pill." Yet, someone had to be tactless and push their luck.

Ji Manrou, sitting at the table with the bride’s family, had been watching Dong Pengfei’s antics with gritted teeth and rising fury. Although things had gone according to her plan—she was now set to marry Brother Pengfei—her reputation in the compound was ruined.

She had hooked up with Dong Pengfei only two days after her own rebirth. She had assumed that now that she was to marry him, he would be overjoyed and devoted to her forever. Instead, he was right back to exchanging glances with Ji Sisi.

Ji Manrou, of course, would never blame Dong Pengfei; she was convinced that the shameless Ji Sisi was the one making the first move. Losing her composure and forgetting that others were watching, she rushed over to Ji Sisi. "Sister, you’ve already stolen Brother Gu Yu, why are you still trying to hook up with Brother Pengfei? Isn't this going too far?"

What a classic white lotus. Seeing her appear on the verge of tears, as if she had suffered a great injustice, Ji Sisi laughed in spite of her anger. "My dear sister, your talent for shifting the blame is impressive. You were the one who engaged in that shameless affair with Dong Pengfei, yet now you blame me?"

Some of the guests were relatives who didn't live in the compound and were unaware of what had happened at the Ji household that day. Those who had harbored doubts—especially the Gu family relatives who knew Gu Yu had originally been betrothed to the second daughter—were stunned. So, there was such a scandal behind the sisters' marriage swap?

Ji Manrou seized on the opening: "See? You’re shameless! You’re already married to Gu Yu, yet you’re still pining for my Brother Pengfei."

Actions speak louder than words—a principle Ji Sisi lived by. She was just about to let her fist have a "close, intimate contact" with her dear sister's cheek when Gu Yu, ever attentive to his wife, patted her hand to soothe her. He pointed at Ji Manrou and said flatly, "Leave. You are not welcome here."

Seeing Gu Yu’s tall, handsome figure, Ji Manrou felt a flicker of regret. But she quickly comforted herself: *It’s fine, you didn't choose wrong.*

"After tonight, this Gu Yu will be dead," she thought. "Once Ji Sisi becomes a widow, the Gu family will treat her as an ill-omened woman who curses her husbands, and she will suffer endlessly."

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Ji Sisi was also praising him in her heart, especially when she saw the bright red exclamation mark glowing above Gu Yu’s head; her joy was evident.

*[System, look at this man, he’s so handsome. He’s going to drop dead of a sudden illness tonight? What a pity.]*

The sign-in system did not answer. Ji Sisi didn't care. She was determined that when they returned to their room and were alone, she would study the "Resurrection Pill." She also needed to inventory her system backpack—another Super-Strength Pill had been added, and she hadn't yet explored the uses of the Marrow-Cleansing Pill.

Besides, the "Gu Yu" sign-in point could be reset; the more she signed in, the more chances she had to win prizes. She had certainly chosen this husband well.

Although she knew her choice was the right one—that marrying the short-lived Gu Yu wouldn't end well—watching the grand wedding, Ji Manrou felt stifled. She bit her lower lip, looking pitiful. "Sister, you were the one who stole my fiancé, and now you’re still seducing Brother Pengfei? Do you have no shame?"

Ji Sisi narrowed her eyes. The original owner had been far too weak, letting everyone in the family believe she had a "good temper." Take this Ji Manrou, for example—daring to cast blame in broad daylight. To be honest, her hands were itching again.

Just then, Ji Weilin chimed in tactlessly: "Big sister, don't keep bullying the second sister."

Very well. No need to hold back anymore. Ji Sisi reached for the nearest tool—a wooden stool.

Terrified, Ji Weilin shut his mouth immediately and took three giant steps back. "I—I won't say anything! You can't hit me!"

He didn't know what was wrong with this crazy woman. For the past two days, she’d been prone to violence at the slightest provocation, and her strength was terrifying. Their parents, the second sister, and he had all been on the receiving end of her blows. Even now, Ji Weilin felt his body aching in several places.