Since Lulu, who had been spoiled and useless under Lin Heng’s care in the past, had turned her life around and become a hardworking, upwardly mobile Lulu, it meant that, until the night before the wedding, she finally had time to fly to the United States.

All the troublesome wedding preparations were entrusted to her assistants.

Even the style of the wedding dress she would wear was chosen by them.

The wedding dress catalog was handed to Shang Xinglu on the day she came out of a meeting. She flipped through it, and then flipped through it again.

Shang Xinglu wasn’t without taste, but she had a silly brain and was completely lacking in romantic sensibilities.

A few famous wedding dresses could still elicit a few compliments from her, but when they were all together, a sea of white, and when she looked at the thickness of the pages…

Shang Xinglu immediately rolled her eyes, her head aching.

She threw the catalog to Marilyn, saying with no expectations, “Pick one at random…”

Marilyn was already used to this.

She nodded and turned to leave.

It was actually the employees from Bichen, especially the young designer Xiao Wu, with an impeccable sense of aesthetics, who said, “I’ve never seen a catalog like this! I want to look at it!”

Shang Xinglu replied, “Then I’ll have dear Marilyn give you a copy.”

Marilyn already had a spare copy on her and immediately handed it to Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu flipped through a couple of pages, thinking this dress was pretty, that dress was also beautiful. The works of famous designers truly lived up to their reputation.

At the same time, she didn’t understand. Xiao Wu asked in confusion, “President Shang, why aren’t you picking one yourself? After all, it’s a once-in-a-lifetime wedding.”

Shang Xinglu blinked: “But this is my second time.”

“…” Xiao Wu was momentarily at a loss for words and then changed her tone, “Still, shouldn’t you take it more seriously? It’s a once-in-a-lifetime wedding for you—twice in a lifetime. Don’t you want to look beautiful when you walk down the aisle?”

Shang Xinglu continued to blink: “But I’ll look beautiful in whichever one I wear.”

Xiao Wu: “…………”

Ah, damn it, the life winner! This conversation is over!

Both Shang Xinglu and Lin Heng were in China, and when Gu Wanyu was “notified” about the wedding, she hesitated but decided to return to China first.

The last time she had been forcefully sent back to the United States, it had kept her quiet for quite a while.

But now that the wedding was decided, she learned about the news of their marriage, even before Lin Maoxian did, and Gu Wanyu still felt uncomfortable.

Regardless of whether she was the biological mother or not, she was at least Lin Heng’s nominal mother, and there was a certain face to be kept.

The three of them had dinner together at a restaurant.

Thus, Assistant Yuan’s “rich people’s go-to restaurant” series once again came into play.

Actually, when Shang Xinglu and Lin Heng had married, their relationship with Gu Wanyu was still somewhat amicable.

The two of them didn’t meet often, one in China and the other abroad. When they did meet, they weren’t exactly as close as real mother and daughter, but there was mutual respect.

Gu Wanyu didn’t create trouble for Shang Xinglu, and even if she did, Shang Xinglu, being laid-back, didn’t really notice, so they got along well.

As for Shang Xinglu creating endless trouble for divorce in front of Lin Heng, that was not a problem for Gu Wanyu.

It was fine if they got divorced, especially since Emma was around.

But divorce was one thing, remarriage was another. Gu Wanyu was a bit displeased.

Why, after all this time, had Lin Heng ended up back together with Shang Xinglu?

Gu Wanyu knew very well that she had no right to oppose it.

Although Lin Heng was her nominal son, whoever held power had a voice. The title of “mother” was just a title.

If it had been her biological son, she would have let him marry anyone he liked, even if their family background didn’t match. As a mother, she would have supported it.

But Lin Heng wasn’t like that. In Gu Wanyu’s eyes, it was all about benefits. Once was fine, but twice? That’s why she had some issues with Shang Xinglu.

However, Gu Wanyu couldn’t do anything to stop the wedding. With her resources, it was beyond her reach, so all she could do was express her dissatisfaction verbally.

Lin Heng roughly explained that after he left the Clemens Group, he took M&E with him, and in the future, M&E would focus on the Asia-Pacific region, so they would live there after the wedding and not return to the U.S. often.

Shang Xinglu’s career was also in China, so she wouldn’t be traveling back frequently.

Gu Wanyu didn’t like China.

She thought no matter how luxurious a place was, it always had a rustic feel to it. So, she frowned, clearly unhappy.

What made her most unhappy, though, was Lin Heng’s resignation.

She hadn’t had a chance to ask before, but now, Gu Wanyu asked, “Forget about where you’ll settle down for now. Tell me, what’s this about your resignation?”

Lin Heng replied, “Lin Yan is very suitable for this position, and besides, isn’t Uncle also a good fit?”

Shang Xinglu shot him a glance.

For his insincerity.

He didn’t want something, and didn’t want Lin Maosen to take it either, but he still had to act so generous about it.

Soon, Shang Xinglu understood why.

As soon as Lin Maosen was mentioned, Gu Wanyu went silent, immediately quieting down.

Clearly, Gu Wanyu knew about some things.

Shang Xinglu couldn’t help but smile faintly, keeping the conversation around the table quiet.

But after holding it in for a while, Gu Wanyu suddenly said, “Speaking of marriage, I just remembered—Emma is getting married too.”

Emma?

Who’s Emma?

That Watsons girl?

Shang Xinglu blinked for a while before finally recalling the Mandarin-challenged Miss Meng.

What does her wedding have to do with us?

At this moment, Lin Heng raised his glass of red wine. “Congratulations to her.”

Shang Xinglu also lifted her glass. “Congratulations to her.”

Gu Wanyu: “……”

Gu Wanyu couldn’t help but ask, “Edmond, you’ve known Emma for a long time. Do you really feel nothing at all?”

What else could he feel?

Lin Heng actually felt relieved.

Obvious admiration wasn’t always enticing—especially when the other person ignored rejection and insisted on pushing forward. That wasn’t a blessing; it was a burden.

Of course, Lin Heng was a smart man.

Rather than telling the truth, it was better to…

Lin Heng simply replied, “No feelings.”

At this moment, Shang Xinglu said, “I do!”

Lin Heng and Gu Wanyu both looked at her suspiciously.

Shang Xinglu raised her glass again and, in the tone of a television broadcaster, said, “I’m happy for her. Congratulations to her!”

Gu Wanyu: “…………”

Gu Wanyu wanted to go back to America.

They could do whatever they wanted.

It wasn’t until a week before the wedding that Shang Xinglu and Lin Heng finally set off for the United States.

Before that, because the technology purchased from Dr. Zhang had already been put into production and new products had been launched, Shang Xinglu even took the time to shoot an advertisement.

With some editing and retouching, by the time the final version was released, Shang Xinglu had already arrived in the U.S.

On the day the advertisement was released, Le Hao, who managed the company’s official social media account, also posted a congratulatory message: “Wishing President Lu a happy marriage!”

The attached picture was of Shang Xinglu trying on her wedding dress.

The internet was full of amateur detectives, and soon enough, they dug up the truth—Shang Xinglu’s groom was none other than her ex-husband, Lin Heng.

Speaking of the Lin Heng and Shang Xinglu pairing, gossip followers were already at a loss for words.

The gap between them was simply too vast—it defied common sense.

And so, people completely missed the main point.

“Honestly, planning a wedding is super busy, yet she still has time to handle business and shoot ads… No wonder she’s not only married to a rich husband but also ridiculously wealthy herself.”

“I can’t even be jealous anymore. I just hate myself.”

“I also hate myself for being both lazy and unambitious!”

After arriving in the U.S., before even getting a chance to rest, Shang Xinglu and Lin Heng first went to a law firm.

It was still the same lawyer.

David Lee looked at her like she was a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

To be honest, Shang Xinglu was smiling on the outside but bleeding on the inside.

Getting divorced and remarried in such a short time—do people realize how expensive legal fees are?!

Once all the documents were signed and the lawyer completed the process, they were legally married again. The wedding in a week was just a formality.

Exhausted from the long flight, Shang Xinglu wasn’t in the best shape, so she went home to rest.

Lin Heng, on the other hand, had enough energy to visit Lin Yan at the company headquarters.

He first drove Shang Xinglu home.

She was yawning as she got out of the car, looking like she hadn’t slept enough.

Lin Heng kissed the top of her head and said, “Get some rest. I’ll be back tonight.”

Shang Xinglu nodded and went inside to nap.

She slept soundly, without even dreaming, until nightfall.

When she woke up, the room was dim, with only the bedside lamp casting a faint yellow glow.

Outside the window, it was pitch black.

For a period after her car accident, Shang Xinglu had been afraid of the dark. Though she had mostly recovered, for some reason, looking at the endless darkness outside now made her uneasy—it gave her a bad feeling.

She got out of bed and freshened up.

Marilyn informed her that dinner was ready, so she went downstairs.

Before she reached the dining room, Marilyn told her that Lin Yan was here.

Her eyelid twitched.

Lin Yan?

Hadn’t Lin Heng gone to see Lin Yan? Why was Lin Yan here alone?

Shang Xinglu went to the living room.

Sure enough, she saw Lin Yan sitting alone on the sofa.

Immediately, she recalled the call Lin Yan had made after Lin Heng resigned.

Back then, Lin Yan had told her that Lin Maosen was furious and blamed everything on Lin Heng. He had advised them not to return to the U.S. for the time being.

But… it had been a long time now.

How long were they supposed to wait for things to blow over?!

Thinking of this, an unexplainable anger flared up inside her.

Lin Yan stood up when he saw her enter.

His features had a mixed-race look, with deep-set eyes. Though he usually smiled, when he wasn’t smiling, his face looked particularly stern. Upon closer examination, he bore some resemblance to Lin Heng.

But his serious expression only made Shang Xinglu’s heart sink further.

She took a deep breath.

Stay calm.

Panicking or crying wouldn’t solve anything.

Stay calm. Don’t scare yourself.

She stood straight and looked at Lin Yan.

Just as Lin Yan was about to speak, she held up a hand to stop him.

“Don’t say anything yet. I just got remarried today—I don’t want to become a widow so soon.”

Lin Yan: “…………”

A… widow?!