Before Yuan Weiwei could speak, Kuang Shuyu interjected first.
“Uncle Yuan, this is all my fault. I didn’t give Weiwei enough sense of security, which led her to be misled by others into wanting to break off our engagement.”

Father Yuan frowned and glanced at Mu Wan before addressing Weiwei.
“Don’t be willful, Weiwei.”

Initially, Father Yuan had reservations about Kuang Shuyu, but seeing how deeply his daughter liked him, he had no choice but to acquiesce. He had witnessed Weiwei’s intense determination to be with Kuang Shuyu, even resorting to dramatic antics. Now, he feared she might regret breaking off the engagement over a minor dispute, embarrassing the family and hurting her relationship with her fiancé.

This time, however, Yuan Weiwei was resolute.
“Father, no. I’m breaking off the engagement. I don’t like Kuang Shuyu anymore.”

Kuang Shuyu, frustrated by Weiwei’s stubbornness, lowered his gaze to feign sorrow, playing the victim card.
“Is it because I’m not the biological son of the Kuang family, Weiwei?
I know I’m not good enough for you.
If you’re set on breaking off the engagement, I won’t force you, but at least give me a reason.”

Looking at his sorrowful expression, Weiwei felt a pang in her chest. If it weren’t for the damning recording, she wouldn’t have believed that the seemingly devoted man before her had insulted her behind her back. She had truly liked Kuang Shuyu—since high school. He had seemed like a fairytale prince: gentle, polite, and refined.

“Kuang Shuyu, while I’m still willing to give you a shred of dignity, agree to break off the engagement. I really did like you once—don’t make this uglier than it has to be.”

Even now, Weiwei wanted to preserve Kuang Shuyu’s dignity. She didn’t bring up the recording and hoped for an amicable resolution.

Kuang Shuyu’s expression darkened briefly, though he couldn’t recall leaving any significant evidence that could be used against him. After a moment’s contemplation, he sighed, as though he was finally letting go.
“If being with me makes you unhappy, Weiwei, I agree to the breakup.
But I have an overseas business trip soon. I’ll leave the public announcement of the engagement’s end to the Yuan family.”

Unable to sway Weiwei, Kuang Shuyu aimed to minimize the fallout. He needed to ensure he wasn’t painted as the one at fault. Although being dumped twice in a row by two women stung his pride, he forced himself to stay composed.

Weiwei gave a curt nod and lowered her gaze, refusing to look at him again.

Father Yuan’s expression soured as he observed Kuang Shuyu. At the start of their engagement, the Yuan family had taken the lead. Now, with the engagement’s end, Kuang Shuyu was pushing all the responsibility back onto the Yuan family. This would give outsiders the impression that Weiwei was fickle, dumping him after winning his heart, tarnishing her reputation as a faithful woman.

Despite Kuang Shuyu’s claims of love, his actions betrayed a complete lack of responsibility—a far cry from how a truly caring partner would behave.

Mu Wan, remembering what Kuang Ye had told her, felt disgusted by Kuang Shuyu’s feigned innocence.
“Why are you sparing this two-faced scumbag any dignity, Weiwei? Do you want him to continue deceiving other women?”

Kuang Shuyu’s eyes blazed as he snapped at Mu Wan.
“Mu Wan, I know Kuang Ye doesn’t like me, but we grew up together. You don’t need to slander me just because of him—”

“Mu Wan, the only one I like is you. I’ve never been sincere with Yuan Weiwei; I’ve only used her.”

Mu Wan, always concise and unyielding, played the recording from the mall that day.

Kuang Shuyu’s face instantly turned ghostly pale. He hadn’t expected Mu Wan to record their conversation. He frantically turned to Father Yuan, whose face had darkened to an ashen hue.
“Uncle Yuan, this isn’t me speaking! This is fake—it’s edited!”

Mu Wan dropped another bombshell.
“Whether the recording is fake or not can be verified with a forensic analysis.
And even if it is fake, are the VIP charges at White Horse Club, the mistress at Clear Water Bay Villas, or the student at Jingxiu Apartments fake too?”

Yuan Weiwei, who had been simmering with anger over Mu Wan’s decision to expose the recording without consulting her, was now dumbfounded.
“Wait—what? A mistress and a student?”

Mu Wan corrected her.
“Not a mistress and student. Multiple mistresses and students. Kuang Shuyu’s extracurricular activities include mistresses, side chicks, and indulgence in luxury dens like White Horse Club. You’re still trying to spare his reputation, but he’s only been thinking about protecting himself and dumping the fallout on the Yuan family. Weiwei, do you really want to play the fool here?”

Yuan Weiwei was utterly stunned. Her gaze roved over Kuang Shuyu’s figure, and suddenly, she couldn’t hold it in any longer. She bolted to the bathroom and vomited.

It felt like she had bitten into a seemingly perfect peach, only to find it teeming with maggots—disgust rising from her core, leaving her shaky and sickened.

Father Yuan, on the other hand, was trembling with fury. He grabbed the ashtray on the coffee table and hurled it at Kuang Shuyu.
“You beast! You think you’re worthy of marrying my daughter?”

Kuang Shuyu narrowly dodged the ashtray. The loud crash of it shattering attracted others in the villa.

“Master, what’s going on?”

Father Yuan, still vigorous in his anger, seized a decorative vase on the table and charged at Kuang Shuyu again.
“Seize this wretch and take him to the Kuang family. I need to ask Kuang Zhongbai how he raised such a vile creature!”

Kuang Shuyu hadn’t expected his carefully hidden secrets to be exposed so easily by Mu Wan. As the vase came hurtling toward him, he scrambled out of the villa in panic. Even as the household staff scratched his face in the commotion, he managed to flee in his car, humiliated and shaken.

Mu Wan, who had calmly thrown out one bombshell after another, stood by quietly watching the chaos unfold.
…Well, that escalated quickly.