At this moment, I was overjoyed.

Zhang Peng came to rescue me.

But my joy was quickly extinguished by the fiery red on his chest.

Zhang Peng, in a straight suit, with a red flower pinned to his chest.

One of the main characters of today's wedding banquet.

It turns out that the considerate and attentive good husband my "good roommate" talked about is him.

How could he possibly help his wife's sister-in-law escape?

In just three short years, the person who once said he couldn't live without me is now getting married.

Even worse, the bride happens to be the person I disliked the most.

I endured the immense grief, picked up the soup pot from the floor, and ran towards the kitchen.

But Zhang Peng grabbed my hand from behind.

"Mianmian, is that you?"

I was dazed for a moment.

For the first time in three years, someone called me by my name.

Mianmian.

Instead of "Xu Qing's wife."

As I hesitated to respond, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

"What are you doing, dear? Come quickly, Dad is still waiting to drink the groom's wine."

It was my roommate, Xu Qinghuan.

She took advantage of my trust, tricked me into coming here, and became her silly brother's wife.

I breathed heavily, clutching the soup pot tightly, and looked at Zhang Peng with hatred.

Xu Qinghuan seemed to just notice me and enthusiastically exclaimed, "Hey, isn't this sister-in-law."

She bit out the word "sister-in-law" with particular emphasis.

She shoved Zhang Peng back and turned cold immediately:

"Bitch, stay away from my husband."

I stared blankly at Xu Qinghuan in front of me, who I had once considered my best sister.

Knowing her family's situation was not good, I found every way to bring her meals, buy her clothes, and even safeguarded her self-esteem.

But she...

My voice trembled, "Xu Qinghuan, aren't you even a little bit guilty?"

As if hearing a joke, she laughed heartily, "Why should I feel guilty? You did what you did back then, and now you're getting what you deserve, aren't you?"

A surge of anger rushed to my head, "What did I do? My only mistake was not seeing your true colors!"

Xu Qinghuan's eyes were contemptuous, and she shrugged innocently, "Whatever, you'll have to spend the rest of your life here. You broke your leg when you tried to escape before, be good and produce some more sons, maybe you'll have it a little easier."

Her shameless and haughty appearance instantly overwhelmed my reason.

Just as I was about to ignore everything and hurl the soup pot at Xu Qinghuan, a severe pain shot through my scalp.

My mother-in-law grabbed my hair and pulled me forward.

"Huanhuan, go back to the room and keep your brother-in-law company. Don't let this bitch stain the clothes."

She dragged me into the kitchen, cursing non-stop.

"You ungrateful thing, you spilled the soup. Do you know how expensive this stuff is? If it weren't for my daughter's big day, I'd skin you alive."

In the kitchen,

I absentmindedly stirred the soup with the ladle.

When my mother-in-law wasn't looking,

I swallowed the note that Zhang Peng had just passed me.

The hope in my heart reignited, all because the note clearly read:

"Anan, I'll be waiting for you in the kitchen at 3 a.m. tonight."