"Everyone, eat and drink to your heart's content! Enjoy yourselves!"
Factory Director Han greeted everyone at the table, while the emcee announced the start of the banquet.
The whole banquet had a warm, festive atmosphere.
"Well then, in-laws, let's go grab something to eat too..." Factory Director Han turned to smile at Lily Zhong beside him, but before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly froze.
"Lily? Why are you sitting here? Where's your dad? Wait, that's not right! Didn't you go to the back with Hank just now?"
Factory Director Han sprang up from his seat in an instant.
As soon as the magic artifact was removed, Old Man Zhong in everyone's eyes instantly turned back into Lily Zhong in her wedding dress.
"What the heck? Wasn't Old Man Zhong sitting there just now? How come it's Lily Zhong sitting there now?"
"Didn't Hank just carry her off to the back? When did she come back?"
"Wait, that's weird! The bride's dress is perfectly neat—wasn't Hank messing with her just now?"
Just as the banquet started, everyone saw this and instantly erupted in confusion, buzzing with discussion.
"And where's Old Man Zhong? Isn't he the one who loves drinking the most? Why isn't he at the table?"
Someone noticed this detail.
Factory Director Han's expression kept changing, while Lily Zhong stayed silent.
Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, slapped his forehead, and hurried toward the back.
"Looks like something's up. Come on, let's go check it out!"
"Wait, could there be two Lily Zhongs? Or maybe Lily Zhong has a twin sister or something?"
People remembered clearly: just now, they'd seen Hank carrying Lily Zhong off to the back, all eager and impatient.
At once, a bunch of guests got up from the banquet, leaving their food behind, and followed Factory Director Han toward the back.
Factory Director Han led the way, with a crowd trailing behind to see the spectacle.
There were plenty of guest rooms along the way, and Factory Director Han kicked open every door as he passed.
Nothing in the first room.
Nothing in the second room either.
When they reached the third door, even before going in, Factory Director Han and the others could already hear Doggy Han's excited laughter through the door.
"Come on, Shuiyu, I've missed you so much!"
Doggy Han's voice was full of excitement, but instead of a woman's reply, there came a rustic, anxious, and agonized wail.
"Doggy, Doggy, stop, stop! I'm your dad!"
"I really am your dad!"
"Aah!"
That last scream was truly bloodcurdling.
That voice, to everyone outside the door, was unmistakably Old Man Zhong's!
Factory Director Han's face turned stormy, feeling utterly disgraced. Furious, he kicked the door open.
The moment the door opened, everyone inside froze at the sight before them.
"Holy crap! That's brutal, that's savage!" someone exclaimed.
Most people just looked utterly disgusted.
Inside the guest room, on the white bed, hunchbacked Doggy Han was half-naked, pressing down on Old Man Zhong.
Right now, Old Man Zhong's clothes were all messed up, his underwear stripped off by Doggy Han, eyes brimming with tears.
Hearing the door open behind him, Doggy Han instantly got mad: "Which bastard opened the door and ruined my fun?"
Cursing, Doggy Han crawled off the bed. The moment he turned around, he got slapped across the face.
Factory Director Han's face was dark as he landed a heavy slap, leaving Doggy Han stunned and suddenly sober: "Dad? What's going on—why are there so many people here?"
Seeing the crowd of guests trailing behind Factory Director Han, Doggy Han hurriedly pulled up his pants, scared out of his wits.
"What are you doing? You dare ask me what you're doing? You tell me—what the hell are you doing right now!"
Factory Director Han's face was livid, shaking with rage.
"I was just..." Doggy Han suddenly realized something, his face changing. He reached for the blanket to cover up Zhong Shuiyu on the bed, worried about exposing her.
But as he turned, before he could grab the blanket, he saw Old Man Zhong lying there, face twisted in pain. "This is a sin, a real sin!"
Old Man Zhong was streaming with tears, full of grievance.
"Holy crap!"
Doggy Han jumped up in fright. "Shuiyu, where's Shuiyu? Why is it you—why is it you!"
Doggy Han's scalp tingled as he thought about everything he'd just done. His stomach churned and he immediately threw up.
"I kept saying I was your dad, but you still made me call you daddy! Not only that, you stripped off my underwear! Son-in-law, what the hell were you trying to do—what were you trying to do!" Old Man Zhong wailed, face full of grievance.
Old Man Zhong sobbed and whimpered, looking just like a bitter, wronged wife.
"What the hell is going on here!" Factory Director Han was absolutely furious, glaring daggers at Doggy Han. "How did I end up with a son like you? Just what the hell have you been doing!"
"Holy crap, this is explosive! Could it be Doggy's into guys?"
"Oh my god, I knew it! How come he never got a girlfriend all these years, said he liked Zhong Shuiyu, but turns out he was after Zhong Shuiyu's dad?"
"Heavy taste, man, this is way too hardcore! Not even TV dramas would dare go this far!"
"I get it now—Doggy's just a total shit-stirrer!"
The crowd was having a field day, but a few guys who usually hung out with Doggy Han nervously edged away, afraid he'd take a liking to them next.
"I don't know, Dad! I really don't know! I swear I brought Shuiyu in here just now!" Doggy Han panicked, looking around frantically. "Where's Shuiyu? Where's my Shuiyu?"
As soon as he finished, Doggy Han shoved through the crowd and rushed out.
The men watching backed off as Doggy Han left. Looking at Old Man Zhong still sprawled on the bed, unable to get up, they couldn't help but think the whole scene was way too brutal.
Old Man Zhong whimpered and groaned, in so much pain it felt like his backside had exploded—pure agony.
"Shuiyu! Zhong Shuiyu!"
Doggy Han shouted as he rushed back into the hall.
He scanned the room and spotted Zhong Shuiyu, still in her wedding dress, sitting next to a young man, her face full of worry.
Beside her, the young man looked calm as ever, backpack slung over his shoulder, quietly eating something.
"Shuiyu! Why are you here! Come with me—let's go to the bridal chamber!"
Doggy Han's expression darkened and he strode forward.
Factory Director Han and the others followed close behind.
"Didn't you just go to the bridal chamber? What, still not satisfied?"
A mocking voice rang out, making Doggy Han's face instantly turn cold.