Chapter 7: The Wealthiest Man Publicly Reveals His Marriage

Reporters from various media outlets, armed with cameras of all sizes, were staking out the entrance of the Four Seasons Hotel. Nearly every guest stepping out of a luxury car drew their attention, and countless camera flashes crackled in a staccato rhythm, almost as if sound effects accompanied the scene. The bodyguards, diligent and professional, kept the press at bay, allowing the guests to step onto the red carpet and enter the grand doors.

At last, the much-anticipated black stretch Lincoln, emblazoned with the word "LANG" in English on its tail, pulled up. A doorman in uniform approached to open the door. Luo Minglang, dressed in a sapphire-blue, custom-made Armani suit, was the first to alight. He then turned and extended his hand to his wife.

Supported by Luo Minglang, Zhang Guoguo stepped out of the car. Instantly, a wave of agitation rippled through the press; the shutters clicked furiously in rapid succession, so many flashes that she could barely keep her eyes open. Noticing this, Luo Minglang turned to the reporters with a gentle smile and said, "Would you mind turning off your flashes? My wife isn't quite used to them."

His words caused an uproar. The eternally single Luo Minglang had just confessed to being married, completely overshadowing Gu Yiqiao, who was celebrating his second marriage that day. Of course, Luo Minglang had done this deliberately—first, to announce to the world that Zhang Guoguo was his wife, and second, to declare war on Gu Yiqiao. After all, in the business world of City G, there could be only one king.

Zhang Guoguo, dressed in a pale lilac, floor-length gown, stood beside Luo Minglang and naturally took his arm, walking confidently into the hotel under the full gaze of the crowd.

Inside the elevator, apart from four bodyguards, it was just the two of them.

Luo Minglang gazed at his wife, a look of sorrow tightening his brow. "Are you still unable to forget him?"

Zhang Guoguo looked up at him, puzzled, only to see him force a faint smile. "It's nothing."

He said it was nothing, yet Zhang Guoguo caught a fleeting trace of sadness and loneliness in his eyes. Before she could dwell on it, the elevator doors slid open, and at that very moment, she saw Gu Yiqiao, dressed as the groom, walking towards them.

The man she had once loved so deeply appeared before her, handsome and elegant, every inch immaculate, his spirit high as he smiled and shook hands with Luo Minglang. In his eyes, there was no trace of her—as if she was a stranger, just as she had been when she was his wife.

She thought she was prepared, that she would no longer waste any expression on him. But she was wrong. The sight of him was still etched deep in her soul; all the pain, the neglect, and the grievances she had suffered—those wounds were torn open at this very moment, and the pain was unbearable.

She could not help herself. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Not wanting anyone to see her cry, she whispered to Luo Minglang, "I'm suddenly not feeling well. I need to use the restroom."

Without a backward glance, she walked straight to the right. She knew this hotel and the banquet hall well, having been here before.

Gu Yiqiao, witnessing this, looked puzzled. "Minglang, what's wrong with Guoguo?"

Luo Minglang pretended not to hear the barbed question. After offering a simple congratulations, he intended to follow his wife, but was soon intercepted by Gu's parents, who greeted him warmly.

Inside the restroom, Zhang Guoguo pulled out a compact from her purse to cover the traces of her tears. At that moment, a woman dressed in service uniform entered. She circled the restroom, checked to see no one else was present, then stepped out and locked the door behind her. The sequence of strange actions put Zhang Guoguo on alert.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

Chen Menglu revealed a sinister expression, striding over to grab the bodice of Zhang Guoguo’s gown. "I should be asking you—what are you doing here?"

"I don’t understand what you’re saying," Zhang Guoguo retorted coolly. "I advise you to let go of me, unless you’re prepared for consequences you can’t handle."

Chen Menglu let out a cold laugh, her gaze icy and penetrating. "What’s wrong? Grown addicted to being the wife of the richest man already? It’s only been a few days and you can’t break character?"