The Lu family estate had never seen such madness.
Gold curtains.
Live violinists.
Tables covered in imported roses.
A cake the size of a luxury sedan.
And in the middle of it all?
A fake engagement party.
Thrown by Grandfather Lu himself.
"Since you like to call yourself Mrs. Lu so much," he told Yinyin dryly, "let's see how long you last in the spotlight."
She just smiled and said, "Make the hashtag trend: #LuYinyinRoyalWedding."
Lu Zeyan?
He was five seconds away from exploding.
But THEN…
In the middle of the toast…
A woman in a red dress burst into the hall.
Tall. Elegant. Eyes full of venom.
She held up a dusty old contract.
"I am Lu Zeyan's real fiancée," she declared. "Our families agreed to this ten years ago!"
Everyone gasped.
Xu Yinyin sipped champagne and said, "Okay, cool, but where were you when he had the flu and cried over his missing USB stick?"
Zeyan: "I didn't cry."
Yinyin: "You sobbed like a Victorian orphan."
Yinyin Goes Nuclear
Red Dress tried to walk over to Zeyan…
…but Yinyin blocked her with one heel and a megawatt smile.
"Oh honey," she said sweetly, "this isn't Dynasty Warriors. You don't just walk in here with a scroll and win the CEO."
"Who even are you?" the woman hissed.
Yinyin smiled. "The ghost of Grandma Lu's dream."
Zeyan choked.
And Then…
To everyone's shock…
Grandfather Lu stood up.
Looked Zeyan dead in the eyes and said:
"Either kiss her right now and make this engagement real…
Or let Red Dress drag you into a political marriage."
The whole hall went dead silent.
Cameras turned.
Livestreams rolled.
Hashtag: #MrsLuShowdown exploded.
Xu Yinyin blinked.
"Wait. WHAT?"
Zeyan stared at her. Furious. Cornered.
And then—without warning—
He grabbed her by the waist and kissed her.
Hard. Hot. Real.
The crowd screamed.
The violinist fainted.
The stock market probably reacted.
When he pulled back, he whispered against her lips:
"You wanted to be Mrs. Lu?
You just got promoted."