The Confrontation on the Wedding Night

The door creaked open slowly, and Xiao Sheng’s tall figure staggered into the room, reeking of alcohol. His steps wavered slightly, but the moment his gaze landed on Yan Xiaonian inside, it sharpened instantly like an eagle’s. Under the dim yellow light, Yan Xiaonian’s clothes were disheveled, her makeup smudged, and her face filled with terror as she looked toward the doorway. Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze, chilling to the bone.

“You must be Yan Xiaonian?” Xiao Sheng’s voice was cold, sharp as ice shards, as he took deliberate steps toward her. Each step felt like it pressed hard against her heart, making her tremble involuntarily.

Holding her arms tightly, Yan Xiaonian nodded frantically, her mind racing for a way out. “I... I don’t know what’s going on. Please don’t hurt me.” Her voice quivered, tinged with tears, full of injustice and helplessness.

Xiao Sheng stopped before her, looking down with a penetrating gaze, as if he could see right through her soul. “Hmph, begging me? You schemed to get into my bed, and now you’re playing innocent?” Memories of Yan Yurou’s tearful accusations flared his anger into a blazing inferno. In his eyes, this woman was nothing more than a ruthless, vain opportunist.

“I didn’t!” Yan Xiaonian suddenly lifted her head, tears welling in her eyes yet a stubborn defiance shining through. “I was framed. I never wanted to marry him...” Before she could finish, a wave of dizziness swept over her. She swayed, nearly falling.

Instinctively, Xiao Sheng reached out to steady her, but the moment his hand touched her arm, he jerked back as if shocked by an electric shock. “Don’t play the victim. I want to see just how capable you really are.” Though for a fleeting moment he hesitated at her frailty, his anger swiftly consumed any trace of pity.

Biting her lip, Yan Xiaonian steadied herself, despair filling her heart. She glanced around desperately, seeking an escape, but found the doors and windows firmly shut, no way out. “Why don’t you believe me?” she choked out, tears streaming down her dirt-streaked cheeks.

Xiao Sheng looked at her pitiful expression, yet a strange irritation stirred within him. “Believe you? You and your sister have been playing me for a fool all this time?” Recalling the past four years with Yan Yurou, he felt utterly humiliated—a complete joke. Now, to be schemed against by this so-called sister only deepened his hatred.

Just then, urgent knocks sounded at the door. “Sheng, are you in there? It’s me, Yurou. I’m worried about you...” Yan Yurou’s voice was laced with anxiety and concern, like a caring fiancée.

Xiao Sheng frowned, glancing at Yan Xiaonian. “Quite the performance.” Yan Xiaonian’s eyes widened in confusion, about to protest, but Xiao Sheng strode over and flung the door open.

Yan Yurou threw herself into his arms, feigning weakness and helplessness. Her eyes flickered with a barely perceptible triumph as she caught sight of Yan Xiaonian inside. “Sheng, are you alright? Your sister...” She dabbed at her eyes with counterfeit sorrow.

Xiao Sheng gently pushed her away, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two women, his mind clouded with suspicion. Yan Xiaonian saw Yan Yurou and instantly realized the trap she had fallen into. “Yan Yurou, why are you doing this?” she shouted furiously, reckless as she lunged at her sister.

Yan Yurou shrank back behind Xiao Sheng, terrified. “Sister, have you lost your mind? I’m here to save you. How can you repay kindness with hatred?” Her voice trembled, her body shaking slightly—her acting flawless.

Xiao Sheng raised a hand, blocking Yan Xiaonian impatiently. “Enough! I’ve seen enough of this sisterly drama.” Deeply weary, he was utterly fed up with the endless conflict between these two women.

Yan Xiaonian collapsed to the floor, powerless, tears flowing uncontrollably. She knew she was utterly unable to defend herself now; all her grievances had to be swallowed silently. Meanwhile, Yan Yurou secretly rejoiced, thinking Yan Xiaonian was finished—Xiao Sheng would surely despise her utterly.

Outside, the night was as dark as ink, and the deadlock inside felt like an unsolvable puzzle. Rubbing his temples, Xiao Sheng felt a splitting headache. This sudden farce had plunged him into an unprecedented dilemma, leaving him clueless how to bring it to an end...