Mi Fen's words sent shockwaves through the venue, and the cameras of all the reporters flashed incessantly.
This news was too explosive to miss: a business magnate in a coma, a wedding to ward off misfortune, and a mysterious pregnant woman disrupting the ceremony.
This was far more sensational and entertaining than a mere wedding announcement.
So, they continued to snap photos of Mi Fen and her belly on the stage.
"Alright, brother, I never knew you were such a prolific seed-sower.
It's not that I'm judging, but you can go out and have fun, just take precautions. You're too careless.
Look, she's showing up at your door, heavily pregnant."
In a room on the other side of the venue, Ji Shiyou, Jun Hui, and Zhen Lu had been monitoring the wedding's progress.
They were about to make their appearance when Mi Fen showed up, causing them to pause. Jun Hui even teased Ji Shiyou about his carelessness.
Ji Shiyou, sitting in his wheelchair, didn't hear a word Jun Hui was saying.
His eyes were fixed on Ming Yue, his gaze vacant, his mind a blank.
The moment he saw Ming Yue, he felt an overwhelming sense of déjà vu.
His heart pounded, deeply stirred. Looking at Ming Yue felt like finding something precious that had been lost.
Every movement, every smile, every frown of Ming Yue captivated him, so much so that he didn't notice anything Jun Hui said.
"Nonsense. I'm with the boss every day, and I've never seen this woman.
She's definitely not carrying the boss's child. I think someone deliberately used this opportunity to extort him, knowing he's in a coma.
Boss, do you want me to go out and take that Mi Fen away?"
Zhen Lu, behind the wheelchair, leaned forward, seeking instructions from Ji Shiyou.
"Look at him, so dazed. Damn it, could the child in Mi Fen's belly really be yours?"
Ji Shiyou remained silent. This was highly unusual. Jun Hui exclaimed in surprise.
Ji Shiyou, known for his decisive nature, was never swayed by emotions, especially not today when they had a plan to execute.
Jun Hui had never seen him like this and wondered if his own cynical prediction had come true.
"Wait a moment. I feel like she can handle it."
Ji Shiyou snapped back to reality, a faint smile appearing on his lips as he spoke slowly.
He had just noticed Ming Yue's expression as she looked at Mi Fen – it was filled with mockery.
For some reason, he sensed that Ming Yue would resolve this situation, so he stopped Zhen Lu, who was about to leave.
"Who can handle it? Grandma Ji?"
Jun Hui, not understanding Ji Shiyou's words, asked blankly. Ji Shiyou offered no explanation.
Below the stage, Madam Ji watched Ming Yue with a look of intense anxiety.
She feared Ming Yue might leave in anger, but with so many eyes on them, she couldn't go up to comfort her.
Whether this woman, Mi Fen, was carrying Ji Shiyou's child or not, Madam Ji didn't care.
She loathed women like Mi Fen.
Full of schemes, thinking a child would secure her a place in a wealthy family. This was also why she disliked Zhao Xinning.
Even if the child were Ji Shiyou's, she wouldn't acknowledge it into the Ji family.
It was preposterous; if she wanted a great-grandchild, Ming Yue would give her one.
Her views differed from others; she valued not only bloodline but also the mother of the child.
What worried her now was that Ming Yue might get angry and leave.
Ming Yue, standing on stage, saw Madam Ji's almost pleading gaze from below and her heart softened.
The old lady had treated her well; she couldn't let her worry. She would protect anyone who was good to her and wouldn't let anyone bully them.
"Miss Mi, you claim to be carrying the young master Ji's child?"
Ming Yue, holding a microphone, spoke with a clear, cold voice. The venue fell silent.
All eyes were on the stage, afraid to miss a single moment.
Everyone's thought was the same: was this going to be a confrontation?
"Yes, the young master and I are deeply in love and have already pledged ourselves to each other.
I've come here to stop this wedding, all for our child.
You cannot marry him. If you marry him, our child will be illegitimate.
He is in a coma now and could die at any moment. This is his only child.
I cannot tolerate his only child being without a name."
Mi Fen appeared very emotional, cradling her belly with one hand, her voice choked with sobs.
The audience looked on with sympathy. They often said that a mother's strength was formidable.
Mi Fen seemed delicate, but her courage to do this at the Ji family's wedding for her child was indeed remarkable.
Several ladies, close to Madam Ji, began to persuade her to cancel the wedding and allow Mi Fen and her child to enter the family.
"Miss Mi, it seems you care deeply about this child?"
Ming Yue's face remained expressionless as she continued to ask.
"Of course, this is the crystallization of the young master's and my love. I will do everything in my power.
To ensure he is born safely, grows up happily, and I will protect him with my life.
Why do you ask? Do you intend to harm my child, to threaten me with him? You are too cruel.
Please spare my child. Madam Ji, you must uphold justice for me!
The one in my belly is your great-grandchild; you cannot abandon him!"
After just one question from Ming Yue, Mi Fen became hysterical on stage, as if she were about to be murdered.
"Miss Mi, you're wearing high heels, shouting and jumping around on stage.
You don't seem to care about the child at all. Aren't you afraid of harming the baby?
Your steps are light, and your body doesn't appear clumsy at all. You don't look like a pregnant woman."
Ming Yue remained calm and unfazed, speaking slowly.
"You're lying. It's just that I'm still early in my pregnancy, so my body isn't affected yet.
I was just scared by you earlier and became overly emotional. Don't speak nonsense.
I know you hate me for ruining your wedding and preventing you from becoming the young madam of the Ji family.
But the child is innocent. You cannot curse him. If you try to harm him, I will fight you to the death."
Hearing Ming Yue's words, a hint of panic flickered across Mi Fen's face, and she quickly stood straighter.
However, she deliberately tried to shift the narrative, implying Ming Yue would harm the child to cover up her earlier behavior.
"Looking at your belly, it's at least five months along. It doesn't look like an early pregnancy."
Ming Yue didn't bother refuting Mi Fen's slander; instead, she maintained her pace, pressing forward.
"That's because, because, I'm carrying twins."
Mi Fen, caught in Ming Yue's rhythm, had no time to think and blurted out nervously.
"Twins! That's quite rare. But are you sure you can give birth?"
After speaking, Ming Yue picked up a cake knife from beside the nine-tiered cake on the side of the stage and walked towards Mi Fen.
"Help! Murder!"
Mi Fen hadn't expected Ming Yue to act so decisively, and with a knife, she screamed in terror.
All the guests below erupted in chaos, thinking, "As expected, people from poor and wild places are uncivilized. Savages are indeed savages.
Why couldn't they sit down and talk? They're resorting to knives. It looks like today's wedding is going to turn into a crime scene."
"Security, security! The bride has gone mad!
Quickly go up, snatch the knife, restrain her, and send her to the police station!"
Ji Shigong loudly commanded the security guards, inwardly laughing. Ming Yue had been provoked into madness and was about to kill someone.