MY PRINCE HUSBAND HAS SEVEN WIVES AND I AM HIS FAVOURITE!
Chapter 141: Let us talk about what a real family looks like

Chapter 141: Let us talk about what a real family looks like

Hua Jing’s lips curled into a slow, taunting smile as she tilted her head at Jiang Lei. "Shall I tell them how it really happened?" Her voice was light, almost playful, yet the sharpness underneath it was undeniable.

To be honest coma she did not care that much about what was happening right now. All that she wanted was to ensure that this wedding ended in pure chaos!

Hua Ling had done everything in secret but everyone had to know in public!

She could already feel the hate oozing off of the other but she honestly did not care!

This was the least of what Hua Long deserved because she was just a little monster!

Jiang Lei stiffened.

"How you told me all those words, how you promised me the world? And the moment someone dangled something shinier in front of you, you abandoned me like I was nothing."

A heavy silence followed.

The guests exchanged glances, whispers rising between them like the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Jiang Lei’s face darkened. "That’s not—"

"Not what?" Hua Jing cut him off smoothly. "Not true? Not something you want to hear?"

Her fingers curled at her sides, nails digging into her palms. I thought that if we married, I could finally be free. The thought crossed her mind like an old wound reopening. I thought he was my escape. But the moment Hua Ling stepped in, he changed. As if the man I once knew had never even existed.

She swallowed down the bitterness clawing its way up her throat and let her smile widen.

Suddenly, someone from the crowd scoffed.

"Hua Ling, didn’t you say she was the one interfering in your relationship?"

A few others nodded.

"You said she was shamelessly clinging to your fiancé," another noblewoman added, narrowing her eyes. "That she wouldn’t let go of him no matter what."

"But it sounds like she was there first," another voice chimed in. "And that you took him away from her."

Hua Ling’s breath hitched. Her grip on Jiang Lei’s sleeve tightened.

Jiang Lei, who had been silent until now, slowly exhaled through his nose.

He glanced at Hua Ling.

And then, in a single, measured movement—he loosened his grip on her hand.

Hua Ling froze.

Her gaze snapped to him, betrayal flaring in her eyes.

Her nails dug into his wrist, her lips parting in disbelief.

How dare he distance himself now?

He knew! He knew what had happened, he had played along! He had chosen her over Hua Jing because of the benefits that came with being tied to the Hua family. And now that people were talking, now that the truth was slipping into the open, he was—what? Letting her take the fall?

Her stomach twisted.

"Brother Jiang," she hissed, voice trembling with fury. "Say something."

But Jiang Lei only looked away.

His silence spoke louder than any denial could.

Hua Ling’s chest rose and fell erratically as the murmurs around her grew.

"I can’t believe you did this, Hua Ling," someone whispered.

"How shameless," another scoffed.

"All these years, you lied to us?"

Hua Ling’s nails curled into her palm.

She wanted to scream.

She wanted to tear Hua Jing apart.

But most of all—she wanted to slap Jiang Lei for his sudden cowardice.

Chen Li, standing nearby, could see the way her daughter’s hands shook.

Her gaze flickered to Jiang Lei, who remained tense but silent, and she felt something sharp and unpleasant curl in her gut.

The boy was no fool.

He had climbed his way up through this engagement, using Hua Ling as his stepping stone. And now that the tide had turned, he was trying to protect himself.

Disgusting.

But he was still useful!

Hua Ming Rong’s face was as red as a cooked lobster. His hands clenched into fists as he scanned the stunned and murmuring crowd. His position as Patriarch of the Hua family was at stake, and this entire situation had spiraled completely out of his control.

He would not allow it to continue.

"Enough!" he roared, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. "Stop this stupidity right now! This is a wedding, not some public spectacle!"

His harsh tone made several people flinch. Even Hua Ling, who had been seething with anger, hesitated.

But the crowd did not quieten as he had hoped. Instead, they exchanged confused glances.

A wedding?

What wedding?

The illusion of a joyous celebration had already shattered into pieces. The air was thick with tension, the truth laid bare for all to see.

A noblewoman, unable to contain her skepticism, murmured, "Does the Patriarch seriously believe that the wedding can go on after all of this?"

Another nobleman scoffed, "It’s already in ruins. The Seventh Consort has exposed everything."

The whispers continued, growing louder, pressing into Hua Ming Rong’s skull like a hammer striking metal.

His lips twitched in anger, and he turned his burning gaze to Hua Jing.

"You!" he snapped, his finger jabbing in her direction. "You can’t be doing this in front of everyone. You can’t be embarrassing your sister and your mother like this!"

Hua Jing, who had been watching the entire performance with an amused glint in her eyes, tilted her head.

"My sister? My mother?" She repeated the words slowly, letting them roll off her tongue like something foreign. Then she sneered. "Those people were never my sister or my mother."

The crowd collectively sucked in a breath.

Hua Ling’s face twisted with fury.

Chen Li’s entire body went rigid, her fingers tightening around the embroidered handkerchief she had been clutching.

Hua Ming Rong looked as if he had been struck across the face. "What nonsense are you saying?" he barked.

Hua Jing merely smiled, but there was no warmth in it. Only ice.

"Nonsense?" she mused, tapping her chin with a delicate finger. "I wonder, is it really nonsense?"

She turned her gaze to the audience, the nobles, the scholars, the dignitaries, and all the wealthy families who had attended the wedding with the intention of celebrating.

"Since everyone is here, let’s talk about what real family looks like, shall we?"