DPSDH 02

Chapter 2

You’re Nothing But Trash

Images of Old Master Fu’s frail figure appeared in Zhao Ning’s mind.

Fu Zhao Ning and Xiao Yan Jing had long been engaged.

Old Master Fu’s health had worsened day by day.

His greatest wish was to see his granddaughter marry into the Xiao family so she would have someone to rely on.

But the Xiao family had always delayed the marriage.

Recently, his condition had worsened.

Whenever he woke, he would grip her hand and worry about her future.

Desperate, the original Fu Zhao Ning had chased after Xiao Yan Jing daily.

After repeated rejection, she had even used her late parents’ merit in saving the Crown Prince to request an imperial decree of marriage.

Forced by the Emperor’s order, Xiao Yan Jing had no choice but to comply.

To be fair, Xiao Yan Jing was indeed one of the capital’s most handsome men.

Sharp brows.

Peach blossom eyes.

A high nose.

Perfect lips.

Tall and elegant in his brocade robes.

He looked every bit the noble young master.

No wonder Li Zhi Yao was obsessed with him.

After sorting through the memories, Fu Zhao Ning looked at him coldly.

“Do you dare disobey the Emperor’s decree?”

Xiao Yan Jing’s face darkened.

“Fu Zhao Ning! All you know is how to use the Emperor to pressure me!”

Li Zhi Yao immediately cried out,

“Brother Xiao, don’t be afraid! My father has great influence with the Emperor. I’ll have him speak on your behalf. The Emperor certainly won’t blame you!”

“Divine Doctor Li, hm?”

Fu Zhao Ning repeated with mockery.

“What an impressive title. It really lets people act arrogantly.”

“Divine Doctor Li is impressive, unlike you, who have no shame!” Xiao Yan Jing sneered.

“You stepped out of the sedan, removed your veil, and let everyone see your disheveled state.

Your reputation is ruined.

Even if the Emperor blames me, I still won’t marry you!”

The crowd gasped.

The sedan had nearly reached the Xiao residence.

And now he was calling off the wedding?

Fu Zhao Ning laughed coldly.

“Xiao Yan Jing, do you think I want to marry you?

If not for the engagement between our families and my grandfather’s wish, I could pick any random man on this street and he’d still be better than you.”

The crowd was stunned.

“Really?”

“Didn’t she chase after Young Master Xiao every day?”

“Does Miss Fu actually look down on him?”

Xiao Yan Jing’s face twisted.

He refused to believe it.

Before, she had clearly looked at him with obsession.

Only he had the right to reject her.

How could she reject him?

“Fu Zhao Ning, don’t think pretending like this will make me look at you differently!

This marriage is over!

Even if you kneel and beg, I won’t change my mind!”

Fu Zhao Ning clicked her tongue.

“Good. Thank you for not marrying me.”

She was suddenly grateful she had transmigrated in time.

If she had arrived after the wedding ceremony—or worse, after the bridal chamber—

she would have been disgusted to death.

Then her gaze shifted to Li Zhi Yao.

Not marrying was fine.

But revenge had to be taken immediately.

Without warning, Fu Zhao Ning grabbed Li Zhi Yao by the collar, yanked her out of Xiao Yan Jing’s arms, and slammed her hard against the wedding sedan.

“AHH! Brother Xiao!”

Li Zhi Yao screamed.

She had no time to react.

Why was the usually weak Fu Zhao Ning suddenly so fast and so strong?

“Fu Zhao Ning! Let her go!”

Xiao Yan Jing rushed forward.

But Fu Zhao Ning was faster.

She seized Li Zhi Yao’s clothes with both hands and tore.

RIP!

Her robes split open instantly, revealing a large patch of snow-white skin.

Fu Zhao Ning waved the torn fabric in her hand like a handkerchief.

“AHHHHH!”

Li Zhi Yao shrieked and covered herself.

“Fu Zhao Ning!!”

Fu Zhao Ning raised an eyebrow.

“I usually don’t like hitting women, and tearing clothes is rather shameless.”

She stepped back leisurely.

“But since you gave me such a thoughtful gift, it would be rude not to return the favor.”

She had always been petty.

If someone wronged her, she repaid it on the spot.

“Fu Zhao Ning!”

Xiao Yan Jing roared.

Fu Zhao Ning looked at him coldly.

“First, today is our wedding, yet as the groom, you never came to fetch the bride.

Second, as the groom, you should be wearing red wedding robes.

Look at what you’re wearing—a white robe.

Anyone who didn’t know better would think your family was holding a funeral.”

The crowd burst into laughter.

It was true.

Who wore white to their own wedding?

“Third, the moment you arrived, you questioned why my veil was removed and my wedding dress torn, yet you never once asked who did it.

So in your Xiao family, assault is honorable while being assaulted is shameful?”

Xiao Yan Jing’s face turned darker with every word.

“Fourth, your fiancée is standing right here, yet you eagerly embraced Li Zhi Yao in public.

You two are so intimate.

Why not let her take this wedding sedan and marry into your family instead?”

The crowd murmured louder.

Xiao Yan Jing felt countless mocking stares stabbing into his back.

Then Fu Zhao Ning delivered the final blow.

“To sum it up, you are nothing but an uncultured, immoral trash man who flirts with anyone he pleases.”

Her gaze shifted to Li Zhi Yao.

“And she is a shameless tyrant who only dares act arrogant because of her father.”

Then she sneered.

“The two of you are a perfect match. Staying together would be doing the world a kindness.”

Her voice became calm and clear.

“I was blind before and I apologize for ever chasing after you.”

“But now my eyes are open, and the water in my brain has finally drained out.”

“From this moment on, the marriage contract between the Fu and Xiao families is canceled.”

“The road ahead is wide. You go your way, and I’ll go mine.”

“And if we ever meet again—stay far away from me.”