The Fake Heiress Used Me to Test Her Fiance, but I Became the Tycoon's Wife—and She Regretted It - Chapter 3

Chapter 3
She thought Lu Yanxiu would be ecstatic and cancel all his work overnight to come for her, but unfortunately, Lu Yanxiu only stared at that address for a long time, and in the end still did not go.

Meng Xuening was hopping mad. It was then, from Mom and Dad, that she also learned that on the very day she fled the engagement, Lu Yanxiu had gotten engaged to me.

She believed Lu Yanxiu loved her so much that he had endured her ninety-nine tests, so his not coming for her this time must be the doing of the Lu family elders.

Spoiled as she was, she could not bear the slightest grievance, and immediately called the Lu family to demand answers.

Her words were utterly venomous: “You relics of feudal arranged marriages—because your own marriages are unhappy, you scheme to torment me? Let me tell you, Yanxiu would never marry anyone but me!”

“If you’ve got the nerve, make him marry Meng Jianxi. He would never agree, even if it killed him!”

The one who answered the phone happened to be Old Madam Lu, and at these words she was rushed straight into intensive care.

Old Madam Lu was nearly ninety, her health already frail; this time, seized by furious agitation, she was issued a critical condition notice. Grasping Lu Yanxiu’s hand, she said her only wish was to see him married.

After all, Lu Yanxiu was the son of her favorite youngest child, the cherished treasure of her heart since childhood.

“Yanxiu, marry Jianxi. I must see you and Jianxi wed before I die.”

That night, Lu Yanxiu smoked half the night away and made many calls that went unanswered.

In the morning, he came to me again.

“Jianxi, let’s get married.”

Lu Yanxiu’s terms were generous: shares in the Lu Corporation, and a betrothal gift of several hundred million.

He said, “We’ve been happy together these past weeks. I believe you have feelings for me too. Perhaps we could try to live as an ordinary husband and wife.”

“I had a past with Xuening, but I’ll let her go. I’ll work to be a good husband. Will you marry me?”

Lu Yanxiu looked a little anxious.

What reason did I have to refuse? This was supposed to be mine in the first place.

The Lu family began to prepare the wedding.

Meng Xuening still knew nothing of what had happened back home.

She was still in Paris, waiting for her prince to break through convention, defy all the elders, and appear before her against the light.

She did not know that her white knight was already trying on wedding dresses with me, and still she sent me provoking messages.

“Meng Jianxi, I’ve already given everything back to you. Have you won Yanxiu’s love and Mom and Dad’s love?”

“Don’t think that just because you’re the birth daughter, you’ve got it all. I’m telling you, you’ll never measure up to me, even if I hand you the chances one after another.”

I did not reply. I gazed calmly at the smiling bride-to-be in the mirror, then took a lovely photograph.

Meng Xuening froze for a long while; her phone kept dinging with endless abusive messages.

I answered none of them, calmly blocking and deleting her.

Meng Xuening’s greatest skill was always this retreat-to-advance tactic.

The day she came home, she announced she would return to me the identity of the Meng family’s young lady, and, knife in hand, slashed her wrist in public. Mom and Dad panicked; for a whole week they were busy caring for her and didn’t speak a word to me.

Seeing that Mom and Dad didn’t care about me, the servants fed me cold leftovers for a week.

When she returned from the hospital, she put on another act, saying she would return to me her room and the valuables Mom and Dad had bought her over the years. Mom and Dad were heartbroken, and promptly branded me as scheming and combative.

“Jianxi, you are indeed our birth daughter, but what has Xuening done wrong? She’s already so sensible. Can you please stop targeting her?”

Between her and me, she was always the winner. She was always the one retreating, and with every retreat, the distance between me and Mom and Dad grew wider.

She was using this method to assert her claim, to make me see clearly that Mom and Dad would only ever love her—and so would the fiancé who had originally been hers.

But this time, she would not win again.

After all, not everyone is like the parents who raised her for over twenty years, who would indulge her without limit.

She had used me to test Lu Yanxiu over a hundred times; even when we wore the same dress, even when she drugged him and locked us in the same room, Lu Yanxiu stood firmly on her side.

Then she would squeal with delight and throw herself into Lu Yanxiu’s arms, making him lift her and spin her around.

Every time, I would stand awkwardly to the side, reduced entirely to a prop to set off her radiance.

Countless indulgences had made Meng Xuening forget that the most untestable thing in this world is the human heart.

I calmly prepared the wedding together with Lu Yanxiu.

Because of Old Madam Lu’s condition, the wedding was held in haste.

But every due ceremony was observed.

That day, the Lu family held a grand feast; all relatives, friends, and business partners gathered.

After Lu Yanxiu led me to pay respects to our ancestors, the long-awaited drama finally opened.

Even Old Madam Lu, not yet fully recovered, was discharged from the hospital and sat gently in the front row to witness our vows.

Below the stage, countless luminaries looked up at the new couple; after a warm round of applause:

The emcee raised the microphone: “Mr. Lu, do you take Miss Meng to be your wife?”

“I…”

The very moment Lu Yanxiu took the microphone, Meng Xuening, in a wedding gown, burst in with great fanfare.

“Lu Yanxiu, how dare you! I object!”