Chapter 9 A Remarkable Recording

Luo Minglang turned around and found his wife was nowhere to be seen. He looked around but couldn’t spot her. Meanwhile, the provincial party secretary was still chatting away with him, and Luo didn’t want to dampen the mood. He was about to take out his phone to send her a message when Zhang Guoguo returned to her seat. She gave Luo Minglang a reassuring smile and entwined her fingers affectionately with his, finally putting his heart at ease.

The renowned host announced the bride’s entrance. Soon, a spotlight shone on An Ruier and her father, An Xiong, as they walked in arm-in-arm to the wedding march, greeted by applause from everyone present.

The groom, Gu Yiqiao, stood in the center of the stage, his face devoid of any expression as he gazed at An Ruier. His demeanor was far less enthusiastic than when he interacted with the guests. An Xiong took the microphone and said a few words, urging Gu Yiqiao to take good care of his daughter, then placed her hand into Gu Yiqiao’s.

An Ruier looked at her beloved man with joy in her heart. She had waited for this day for five long years.

The host, full of excitement, asked Gu Yiqiao if he was willing to marry An Ruier. Suddenly, a sharp noise screeched from the sound system, disorienting everyone. An urgent female voice came through the speakers.

“No, this must not be exposed. If President Gu finds out that I leaked Locke’s Shen Hai bidding documents, I’m finished at Locke. Beifeng, you have to help me. Let’s shift the blame onto Shen Linyue. After all, President Gu once brought the documents home, and if things go wrong, Shen Linyue will definitely be the most suspicious. Yes, that’s the way. And besides, Shen Linyue used to be lovers with the president of Huabei, that alone is enough.”

The voice was unmistakably An Ruier’s. Everyone was stunned, staring at her, Gu Yiqiao most of all.

An Ruier felt paralyzed by the stares and the glaring lights, especially when she met Gu Yiqiao’s eyes, which pierced right through her soul. She hurriedly grabbed his hand and explained, “Yiqiao, listen to me, it’s not what it seems. Someone must have spliced the audio. I’m innocent. I didn’t frame Linyue. You have to believe me.”

Before Gu Yiqiao could reply, An Ruier was contradicted by another voice. Zhang Beifeng, the planning director at Locke Group, spoke up immediately: “Ruier, don’t worry, Shen Linyue will soon become the target of everyone’s accusations.”

The next moment, Gu Yiqiao’s face darkened. He had a strong sense that this was all true, as the image of Shen Linyue’s despair on the day she attempted suicide flashed through his mind, making his heart ache fiercely. He shook off An Ruier’s hand. “You framed Linyue, making her bear the guilt of betraying me?”

“No, I didn’t. I swear.”

Just then, Zhang Beifeng rushed forward to explain, “President, please listen to me. This must be someone’s scheme, deliberately sabotaging the wedding.”

Xu Mengdie—reality had indeed not disappointed her.

Zhang Guoguo couldn’t bear to watch any longer. She knew Gu Yiqiao too well. Regardless of whether this was true or false, he would never allow the wedding to go on. In any case, her mission was accomplished; she had fulfilled her own wish, as well as someone else’s request.

She leaned against Luo Minglang’s shoulder and said, “Honey, I’m tired. How about we go home?”

The couple avoided the reporters and made their way through the underground parking lot. At that moment, Chen Menglu appeared by the car, excitedly greeting Zhang Guoguo, startling her.

“Guoguo, do you remember me? I’m Menglu, your junior from the same college in England!”