After her ninth miscarriage, she finally let her scumbag husband and her beloved get together.

Even after punishing Xu Wantang, Old Master Cen's brows remained furrowed, still not satisfied.

He glanced at Xu Wantang on the ground and said in an almost threatening tone, "Xu Wantang, you used any means necessary to marry into the Cen family. It's not that easy to get a divorce. Remember, behave yourself."

Even though Grandpa Cen knew that everything was Cen Shichuan's scheme, he still blamed Xu Wantang for everything.

Xu Wantang wanted to refute, but she couldn't.

Especially after hearing the phrase "It's not that easy to get a divorce," she understood why no woman in the Cen family had ever been divorced.

She clutched her skirt tightly, head bowed, and said, "I understand. I will cooperate with the Cen family to explain to the public."

To others, it sounded like she couldn't bear to get a divorce.

Even Cen Shichuan had a "I knew it" expression on his face.

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Old Master Cen prepared to leave with his men.

Do.

The sound, neither too loud nor too soft, was like a pebble falling into a calm pond, attracting everyone's attention.

Cen Yuan put down his teacup, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the crowd. His indifferent eyes were like frost, exuding an invisible pressure.

Even the slightest movement inspires fear, as if it controls everything.

"Cen Shichuan, what are you planning to do?"

Before Cen Shichuan could speak, Old Master Cen frowned and turned around.

"The matter has been resolved. Zhao Chengfeng has confessed to the police and admitted to deceiving Shi Chuan. Shi Chuan only conducted the exclusive interview because he wanted to speak out for Xu Wantang. In short, if Xu Wantang hadn't provoked Zhao Chengfeng, none of this would have happened."

In short, this matter has nothing to do with Cen Shichuan.

The favoritism has reached the Pacific Ocean.

"I'm asking about Cen Shichuan. Since Grandpa knows so much about this, why doesn't he teach Cen Shichuan who to listen to and who not to listen to?"

"If I didn't know better, I would have thought you didn't value Cen Shichuan's training. Otherwise, how could you have been so easily fooled by someone like Zhao Chengfeng?"

Grandpa Cen choked, staring wide-eyed, unable to utter a word.

Cen Shichuan moved his wheelchair and sat down facing Cen Yuan.

Although his face was gloomy, he spoke with his signature light laugh.

"Second brother should be angry. It's my fault for not disciplining him properly, which has caused Wan Tang so much trouble."

"However, there's no need to worry too much about Zhao Chengfeng. He's never been a good person to begin with, so a few more crimes won't make much difference. Once he's in there, he probably won't come out."

Upon hearing this, Xu Wantang broke out in a cold sweat, only thankful that she was already sitting on the ground.

Otherwise, if she listened to Cen Shichuan's words, she would also collapse and sit down.

It turns out that Cen Shichuan had already devised a foolproof plan from the very beginning.

He had no intention of letting Zhao Chengfeng live.

Finally, they shift the blame.

Even if some people call him a cuckold now, given his status in the Cen family, if he doesn't become famous, none of these comments will remain tomorrow.

He remains the illustrious Third Young Master of the Cen family.

Xu Wantang was like a drowning dog struggling to climb ashore.

She managed to preserve her innocence this time; if she were to admit to being violated, the consequences would be catastrophic.

She would be controlled by Cen Shichuan for the rest of her life under this pretext.

Even so, Cen Shichuan sat there relaxed and without any burden.

Xu Wantang clenched her fists; she truly hated it.

She hated Cen Shichuan's cruelty, hated the Cen family's power, and hated her own incompetence even more.

He could only watch helplessly as Cen Shichuan splashed dirty water on him.

Just as she was about to chew her inner lips to pieces, Cen Yuan's cold laugh came from above her head.

"Cen Shichuan, so you knew Zhao Chengfeng wasn't a good person? Then why did you bail him out so many times?"

"I've printed it out for you in case you can't remember."

After speaking, Lin Yue handed a stack of papers to the elders sitting on either side of him.

Lin Yue explained: "In the past ten months, the Third Young Master's wife made a total of 59 calls to the police, Zhao Chengfeng sent threatening text messages on average once every three days, made 36 death threats in the street, and was harassed by thugs 23 times. Each time, the Third Young Master had to sign a settlement agreement."

"If the Third Young Master had stopped Zhao Chengfeng the first time, Zhao Chengfeng would never have been so arrogant."

Some elders couldn't sit still after reading it.

"Shi Chuan, how could you do this? If word gets out, how will our Cen family face anyone?"

"We don't care whether you're punishing Xu Wantang for Xu Chuxue's sake, but what kind of behavior is befitting of the Cen family's heir?"

"You've caused such a commotion in your household over a woman, a woman who's already dead. I never imagined you were so sentimental."

The biggest taboo in wealthy families is romantic love between children.

These four words are almost a denial of Cen Shichuan's abilities.

"Shi Chuan, you don't seem to be doing well lately. Don't go to the company for the next couple of days, just get some rest."

The elders made the final decision, giving Old Master Cen almost no chance to show favoritism.

In fact, everyone knows perfectly well what's going on. They see that Cen Shichuan is quite capable, so they'll just show him favoritism.

But anything that harms the family must not be tolerated.

No matter how much power Cen Shichuan wielded, he dared not disobey his elders.

Having been publicly humiliated, he could only grit his teeth and bow his head.

"Yes."

At this moment, Cen Yuan slowly stood up and said, "Since you know you were wrong, I want to see your public apology tomorrow."

Cen Shichuan's eyes darkened, and he retorted, "Second Brother, why make things so awkward? Are you taking revenge for someone else?"

Upon hearing this, the elders' gazes all fell on Xu Wantang's face.

Xu Wantang's appearance is widely recognized in Beijing's social circles as charming and beautiful.

Thousands upon thousands of people have criticized her, but not a single one has ever commented on her appearance.

Women call her a vixen, men say she's seductive.

But what if this man is Cen Yuan...?

Xu Wantang sat on the ground, head down, her eyes darting around.

No, they actually believe it?

That's giving her way too much credit.

As Xu Wantang was trying to figure out how to explain, Cen Yuan took two steps forward and stood right between her and Cen Shichuan.

He lowered his gaze and looked at him coldly: "Embarrassing? Cen Shichuan, that's a question I should be asking you. I was away on a business trip for several months, and everything was peaceful at home. Why is it that as soon as I returned to preside over the ancestral worship ceremony, you started causing trouble one after another? Could it be that you... did it on purpose?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Old Master Cen was the first to lose his composure.

Beneath his authoritative tone lay a voice filled with disappointment and displeasure toward Cen Shichuan.

"Enough! Is ancestor worship a game? Shi Chuan, if you keep fooling around, you're not allowed to participate!"

"Disperse, everyone!"

After saying that, he left with his men.

They let Cen Shichuan lose face in front of others.

Cen Yuan also walked away, but paused briefly beside Cen Shichuan.

"Don't forget the public apology tomorrow."

"..."

This was the first time Cen Shichuan had ever been so humiliated; his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

After everyone left, Xu Wantang slowly got up.

Unexpectedly, Cen Shichuan pulled her in front of him, his eyes blazing with anger.

"You think you can change anything by saying a few nice things about me in front of others? That just makes me think you're despicable!"

"Xu Wantang, will you die without a man?"

He seemed to be talking about himself, yet also about someone else.

Who cares?

Xu Wantang only knew that her arm was about to break.

"Let me go! I don't know what you're talking about!"

"You don't know?" Cen Shichuan said coldly. "I'll let you know."