As soon as Charles Yin finished speaking, Cecilia Gu's eyes instantly became much more desolate.
Yes, the significance of this photo lies in the fact that it was taken by Zach Zhao...
But everything is already beyond repair.
Charles Yin's long, narrow eyes lowered slightly, just enough to catch the sadness in Cecilia's eyes. For some reason, an unfamiliar emotion flickered in his heart.
Madam Yin and Grandma Gu quickly agreed on the wedding date. Because the preparations were rushed, neither family planned to make it a grand affair—just a meal together and a small, secret ceremony in the chapel.
Grandma Gu didn't care about the scale of the wedding at all. She only cared about getting Cecilia married into the Yin family as soon as possible, having her give birth to the child quickly, and securing the hefty dowry.
So, under the arrangements of both families, their wedding was quickly scheduled.
The Yin family was truly wealthy and extravagant—they had everything one could imagine.
Even though everything was rushed, all the necessary formalities and procedures were still in place.
Cecilia took a deep breath, sitting alone in the chapel's lounge in her exquisite wedding dress.
The spacious lounge was occupied by her alone.
Cecilia stared blankly at her reflection in the mirror. The face looking back at her seemed so unfamiliar. Even with flawless makeup and jewelry worth tens of millions, was she still the same person she used to be?
Today, she would officially marry Charles Yin and say a final farewell to her past.
For some reason, Cecilia felt a wave of panic in her heart, as if something unexpected was about to happen today.
In another lounge, Charles Yin was standing in front of the mirror, tying his tie.
Today, Charles Yin looked so handsome that even his male stylist couldn't take his eyes off him.
Assistant A hurried in from outside and reported, "President, Miss Dina suddenly returned to the country. She's heading to the chapel now, and it seems she's well-prepared."
"She finally decided to come back? She left without a word before, and even tried to give me a parting gift. Once I, Charles Yin, accept a gift, I never give it back." Charles Yin's lips curled into a mocking smile.
He used to think Dina was different, but now it seemed she was just like everyone else.
"So... should we intercept her?" Assistant A couldn't help but ask, "Miss Dina didn't receive an invitation."
"No, let her come. It looks like it's time to settle some things—dragging it out any longer is pointless." After straightening his clothes, Charles Yin turned to Assistant A. "Pass the word: it's time for that person to show up."
"Yes, President." Assistant A immediately accepted the order and left.
Dina stood outside the chapel, gritting her teeth as she looked at the exquisite and luxurious scene before her. All of this was supposed to belong to her!
She only meant to give Charles Yin Cecilia Gu's first night as a gift, not hand over Cecilia herself!
How could he marry Cecilia Gu?
No, absolutely not! If Dina ever has a man, it's only because she dumped him—never the other way around!
Dina wanted to find Charles Yin, but he wasn't someone you could just approach. Without his orders, no one could get near him.
Rather than struggling to reach Charles Yin, it would be better to make Cecilia Gu leave on her own!
With her mind made up, Dina turned and headed straight for the bride's lounge.
Knock, knock, knock—someone was at the door.
Cecilia turned around, her eyes widening in shock.
She saw someone she could hardly believe—Lydia Lin.
Standing over 178 centimeters tall, Lydia Lin had a clear height advantage. She strode up to Cecilia, and before Cecilia could say a word, Lydia raised her hand and slapped her hard across the face!
Smack! The slap was loud and crisp, so fast that Cecilia didn't even have time to react.
Cecilia staggered, nearly falling onto the table. If she hadn't quickly grabbed the chair, her stomach would have hit the table.
Cecilia looked up and saw Lydia Lin's twisted face in the mirror, sending a chill down her spine.
Why was Lydia Lin here?
Before Cecilia could say anything, Lydia Lin pointed at her and started shouting furiously, "Cecilia Gu, how could you abandon Zach Zhao and marry Charles Yin? Where's your conscience? Did a dog eat it? How could you marry Charles Yin? He's my boyfriend, and you're actually marrying my boyfriend!"
Lydia Lin's shrill voice stabbed painfully at Cecilia's eardrums.
Cecilia finally snapped out of it, spun around to face Lydia Lin, and, trembling all over, said, "Lydia, you came back at just the right time. I was about to ask you—why wasn’t Zach Zhao in Room 1216 at the Hilton Hotel, and why was it Charles Yin instead? Where is Zach Zhao?"
Lydia Lin was stunned by Cecilia’s question. After a moment, her eyes darted as she retorted, "How would I know why you were in my boyfriend’s room! I clearly gave you the key to Room 1210, but you shamelessly took my key with Charles Yin! Why would I give you my boyfriend’s room key? Cecilia Gu, search your conscience—after all these years, how have I treated you? How could you do this to me!"