Meanwhile, at the Fu Residence. Fu Jingting stared at the trending topic that someone had clearly engineered, his brow deeply furrowed. Assistant Zhang stood by nervously. “Sir, this wasn't my doing. Someone must have leaked it on purpose. Do you want me to have the story buried?” “No need.” Fu Jingting pursed his lips, an unreadable emotion flickering in his eyes. “This was likely the Gu family’s doing.” Assistant Zhang understood immediately. The Gu family had intentionally leaked the video to discredit Rong Shu. If his boss stepped in to suppress it, the Gus would be displeased, and he clearly didn’t want to offend his future father-in-law over his ex-wife. “Then, about this matter…” “Leave it,” Fu Jingting said, turning off his phone. He looked up. “Has The Heart of the Azure arrived?” Assistant Zhang nodded. “It arrived yesterday. Just as you instructed, it’s been engraved with Miss Gu’s English name.” “Good. You may go.” Fu Jingting lowered his head, massaging his temples. His gaze drifted to the red divorce certificates in the trash can, and the headache intensified. ... The Sansheng Group was a big name in Haishi, so the Gu family’s banquet for their daughter was a magnet for high society. The guest list was a who’s who of the city’s elite, naturally attracting its share of social climbers, all hoping for a glimpse of the family’s prized daughter. Gu Yaotian and his wife moved through the crowd, their smiles perfectly polished. He was a refined, middle-aged man with a neat beard, while his wife possessed the cool, dignified air of a true matriarch. A gentle melody began to drift from the piano. All eyes turned to Gu Manyin, a vision in a green gown. She sat at the keys with an effortless grace, fresh and ethereal, a luminous presence that captured the entire room’s attention. When the piece concluded, Fu Jingting emerged from the crowd and took Gu Manyin’s hand. They were the very picture of a golden couple. Gu Yaotian beamed. “Thank you all for taking the time from your busy schedules to join us. Tonight, we are not only celebrating my daughter’s recovery but also have another important announcement to make.” His eyes swept across the guests before finally settling on Fu Jingting. “I am thrilled to announce that the President of the Fu Corporation, Fu Jingting, will soon be my son-in-law!” A murmur swept through the room. Everyone knew of President Fu's highly publicized divorce, and now he was to become the Gu family's son-in-law. The connection to yesterday's viral video was impossible to miss. People couldn't help but reflect on the importance of a well-matched union. Fu Jingting, handsome and impeccably poised, stood beside the equally gentle and beautiful Gu Manyin. They looked perfect together, a match made in heaven. He produced a golden brocade box, opened it, and knelt on one knee before Gu Manyin. The intention was unmistakable. A look of pure, disbelieving joy spread across Gu Manyin’s face as she covered her mouth with her hands. Just as the man began to speak, “Gu Manyin, will you…” Suddenly, an out-of-place laugh cut him off. “So sorry, everyone. I seem to be late.” That voice… For a fleeting moment, a complex emotion crossed Fu Jingting’s eyes. He turned his head. Rong Shu made her entrance, a seductive and captivating figure. Lu Qi and Li Chuan followed close behind. Gasps rippled through the guests as they recognized her. Was there anyone in the room who didn’t know this was Fu Jingting’s ex-wife? For her to show up at this exact moment… Seeing her son's proposal ruined, Wang Shuqin lunged forward, pointing a finger at Rong Shu. “Who let you in?” she screeched. “Get out!” Lu Qi crossed his arms. “We’re here for Miss Gu’s party.” “You—” Gu Yaotian stopped Wang Shuqin before she could say more, his gaze fixed on Rong Shu. He was a seasoned player, far too shrewd to lose his composure. Still, the warmth vanished from his smile. “I don’t believe we sent you an invitation, but a guest is a guest. Welcome.” “She’s the one who caused my daughter’s car crash?” The moment Mrs. Gu saw Rong Shu, she felt an inexplicable sense of unease. There was something strange about her, though she couldn’t quite place it. Then the memory hit her: this was the woman who had nearly killed Gu Manyin. Mrs. Gu’s expression turned to ice, her tone utterly unforgiving. “Miss Rong, I haven’t settled the score with you for what happened six years ago. What gives you the audacity to show your face in my home?”