The photo showed Ryan Lu in a bar, passionately kissing a woman.
Other pictures were even more indecent—scenes that made the guests gasp and whisper.
One photo fluttered to the floor. Helen Zhao bent down to pick it up—
and froze.
It captured Ryan in an explicit entanglement with yet another woman.
Vivian’s lips curved in a cold smile.
“This,” she said, her voice cutting through the air,
“is the good man you chose for me?”
Helen Zhao’s face drained of color.
She turned to glare at Ryan, her eyes burning with fury.
He had sworn to her—sworn—that there was no one else.
That she was the only one.
And yet the evidence staring back at her said otherwise.
She’d been played for a fool by this scumbag.
Next to her, George Wen caught a glimpse of the photos. His expression turned thunderous, veins bulging at his temples.
The man he had almost accepted as family—nothing but a gold-digging parasite.
On the floor, Ryan scrambled frantically to collect the scattered photos, trying to cover them with his hands.
“Th-these are fake! Photoshop! It’s not me!”
Vivian’s smile sharpened.
“Fake photos? Fine. Then maybe you’ll recognize this.”
At her words, the massive LED screen behind her flickered to life—
and a video began to play.
It was unmistakably Ryan Lu—his face, his voice—
and his very real, very graphic behavior with another woman.
Gasps filled the hall.
“Turn it off!” Ryan shouted, his composure shattering.
He lunged toward Vivian like a cornered beast.
But before he could reach her, a tall figure stepped forward.
Simon Min.
He intercepted Ryan mid-charge, seizing his wrist with lightning precision and twisting it behind his back in one fluid motion.
The move was effortless—cold, efficient, powerful.
Ryan stumbled forward and nearly fell, face pale with humiliation.
He looked up, meeting Simon’s cool gaze, and froze.
“I—You…” he stammered, but didn’t dare take another step.
Vivian stepped out from behind Simon, her voice calm and clear.
“Everyone saw that. Ryan Lu betrayed me first. And more than that…”
Her eyes shifted, locking onto Helen Zhao.
“He and my stepmother, Helen Zhao, have been having an affair.
Together, they plotted to steal the Wen family fortune and defraud me of the inheritance my mother left behind.”
A collective gasp swept the room.
George Wen’s face darkened to an ugly shade of purple.
Helen Zhao snapped. She screamed hysterically, her polished image collapsing.
“Vivian Wen! Stop slandering me!”
Vivian didn’t flinch. She held up another photo.
It showed Helen Zhao and Ryan Lu outside his apartment—
his hand firmly on her backside as he kissed her and pulled her through the door.
The sound of the slap echoed like a gunshot.
“Smack!”
Helen Zhao staggered and fell to the floor, clutching her burning cheek.
Five vivid fingerprints bloomed across her skin.
George Wen was shaking with rage, his voice a roar.
“You filthy woman! You dare cheat on me?!”
“George, no—it’s not what you think!” Helen Zhao crawled to his feet, clinging to his pant leg, tears streaming down her face.
“I didn’t! He tried to force himself on me! I fought him off! You have to believe me!”
Her performance was perfect—voice trembling, tears shimmering, every line rehearsed to perfection.
And it worked.
George’s fury faltered. His brows furrowed, hesitation creeping in.
“George,” she sobbed, “if you don’t believe me, at least believe in the child I’m carrying!”
The room fell silent.
“You… you’re pregnant?” George’s rage turned to shock.
Helen nodded meekly, wiping her tears.
“It’s our first child. How could I possibly betray you while I’m pregnant? I’ve loved you all these years. You know my heart. If you don’t believe me… I might as well die!”
She made a sudden move toward the corner of a table—
and George caught her just in time.
“Stop!” he shouted, holding her close.
Her sobs racked against his chest.
George Wen, despite everything, had always wanted another child.
The word “pregnant” melted the anger right out of him.
Holding her trembling form, he sighed.

Meanwhile, Ryan Lu’s mind was spinning.
Helen had told him before that George was impotent.
If she was really pregnant… that child could only be his.
He narrowed his eyes.
If he couldn’t have Vivian, then this could be his ticket—his leverage.
Helen, vain and greedy, would never admit the truth.
But he could use it to blackmail her later—milk her for hush money.
Still, if Helen was kicked out of the Wen family, she’d be worthless.
No—he had to protect her.
At least for now.
Ryan took a deep breath, decision made.