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"Old Joe, congratulations..." Several relatives who couldn't refuse offered their congratulations in a dry bow.

"Thank you, please come in and have a seat..." Qiao Shouguo gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stay upright, and risked all his pride.

He was neither blind nor deaf, but the whispers around him pierced his ears like awls. He couldn't fall down. Even at this point, he would hold on to this last bit of dignity, even if it meant his death!

There were five or six tables scattered around the courtyard, not even ten tables in total, making it look empty and desolate.

Because his house was ransacked, with not even pots and pans left, Qiao Shouguo had no choice but to spend a lot of money to book a banquet at a hotel.

At this moment, several hotel waiters in uniform were pushing carts, awkwardly weaving through the uneven courtyard, serving dishes one by one to the tables.

"The auspicious time has arrived! The newlyweds are coming out—"

Someone shouted something dry and strained.

The newlyweds finally appeared at the top of the stairs on the second floor.

Qiao Lijun was dressed in a crisp green military uniform with a large red flower pinned to his chest. He stood ramrod straight, and his eyes burned with undisguised passion as he looked at the woman beside him.

But Qiao Mingzhu, who was walking beside him, made everyone in the audience gasp.

Qiao Xinxin made her face look incredibly beautiful, like a movie star in a magazine.

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She was wearing a red dress that was obviously worn out and slightly ill-fitting!

The wedding dress was stolen, and there was no time to buy a new one. Qin Fangfang had no choice but to swallow her pride and go to her neighbor's house to borrow an old red dress that the neighbor's daughter-in-law had worn years ago.

Qiao Mingzhu clenched her palms so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh.

She stood on the simple steps, looking at the two pitiful red lanterns in the courtyard, and a few crookedly pasted red "double happiness" characters.

There was no master of ceremonies, no wedding chariot, no cheers from the crowd, only five or six tables of guests with different thoughts, and those eyes that felt like knives stabbing at her.

How could this happen?

Qiao Mingzhu screamed wildly in her heart.

She had clearly achieved her goal! She no longer needed to serve Zhou Liguang, that cripple with a broken leg!

This was clearly the best solution she could find after weighing the pros and cons, so why couldn't she feel happy at all?!

This wedding was even more shabby and humiliating than a beggar's plea for food!

"Thank you all for coming to attend... my son Qiao Lijun's wedding."

Qiao Shouguo walked onto the stage, his voice dry as if it had been sanded on sandpaper. He glanced quickly at the crowd below, not wanting to stay a second longer: "Please enjoy your meal and drinks. If there is anything I have done to impress you, please forgive me."

After saying that, he left the stage in a hurry, as if fleeing a disaster, without looking back, and hid at the main table to smoke in silence.

The banquet begins, but are everyone's mouths only for eating? They're only for gossiping!

Those sitting at the next table were all close relatives from Qin Fangfang's maternal side.

These people have always been envious of the Qiao family's wealth, and today they've finally got their chance.

The wife's sister-in-law, from the Qin family's second brother's family, nudged Qin's aunt with her elbow, glanced at the main table, and said excitedly in a low voice, "Hey! Did you hear what happened? What's going on here? Wasn't Mingzhu originally betrothed to that Zhou boy? How come the groom has suddenly become her Lijun?!"

Aunt Qin was too lazy to bother with such trivial matters. She was using her chopsticks to precisely pick up the fattest piece from the glistening braised pork, stuffing it into her mouth and eating with gusto.

"Hmm...who cares who he sleeps with, it's not like my daughter and son are having an affair!" Auntie mumbled indistinctly as she chewed her food. "I have to say, the Qiao family is really rich. The food at this fancy hotel just tastes better than what we eat at home!"

She quickly swallowed the meat, pulled out a dirty handkerchief to wipe her mouth, and then leaned close to her sister-in-law's ear, whispering mysteriously, "I heard that this fake heiress has already been sleeping with her older brother in bed! This morning, the Zhou family caught them red-handed, and the old couple from the Zhou family brought a bunch of people and smashed the Qiao family's house to pieces before they finally called off the engagement! So, they had no choice but to force themselves into this wedding banquet, turning this traditional banquet into a wedding feast for these two shameless people!"

As expected of the gossip center in the residential compound, this aunt already knew almost everything that happened that morning.

Upon hearing this, the sister-in-law was so shocked that she dropped one of her chopsticks. Her eyes widened as she exclaimed, "My goodness! Really?! This is utterly despicable! We've been siblings for twenty years, calling each other 'brother' the whole time, how could they do this?! They're worse than animals!"

"It's definitely true!" Auntie pouted. "Look around, among these five or six tables today, is there even a single person with the surname Zhou? Not a soul in sight! It's definitely over!"

"Tsk tsk tsk..." The sister-in-law from the maternal family shook her head with disgust. "What kind of karma did the Qiao family create to raise such a wretched child? If you ask me, Fangfang must have lost her mind, keeping this fake as a treasure at home. Now look what's happened, she's ruined such a good young man as Lijun! If the military region finds out about this mess, what future will he have?"

"Shh—keep your voice down!" Her aunt quickly tugged at her sleeve. "Lijun is a big, burly man. If he didn't have a womanizing mind, would this woman have been able to force her way into his pants? I think it's like a turtle eyeing a green bean; they've been having an affair for a long time and are quite happy about it!"

"So what if I heard it! He did such a shameless and disgraceful thing, and now I can't even talk about it?"

Although her sister-in-law from her maternal family was stubborn, her voice involuntarily softened.

She frowned, her face full of worry and regret: "I feel so sorry for my own sister! Back then, she insisted on marrying into the Qiao family because they were rich and powerful. Now look what's happened! If word gets out, people will think all our relatives are incestuous! How are my innocent nephews and nieces supposed to find partners? She's such a troublemaker! Ugh!"

"Alright, alright, enough talk, let's eat! Before the Qiao family completely falls, let's enjoy the good food!"

At this moment, Wang Liuqing, the eldest sister-in-law of the Qiao family, who was sitting at the main table, was so angry that she trembled all over and her well-maintained face turned ashen as she listened to the words "cheating", "incest" and "harmful person" that were faintly heard from the next table.

The eldest brother of the Qiao family is an official in another city and is usually too busy to come back. This time, he specially sent his wife, Wang Liuqing, and eldest daughter back to make a scene.

Wang Liuqing never expected that after taking leave from afar and coming all the way to drink her niece's wedding wine with great joy, she would end up drinking this kind of immoral and incestuous wine!

What a disgrace! They've utterly disgraced the Qiao family and their ancestors for eighteen generations!

You can't write two "Qiao" characters in one stroke. Outsiders don't care if you're related by blood or not. They'll just point their fingers at the Qiao family and curse them, saying that the Qiao family has been a bunch of lowlifes for generations!

Wang Liuqing gripped the chopsticks tightly in her hand, the veins on the back of her hand bulging.