Jiangcheng, the top Genting hotel.
The crystal chandeliers were as bright as the stars, illuminating the entire banquet hall as bright as day. The well-dressed guests held champagne and gathered together in twos and threes, chatting in low voices. The air was filled with the luxurious smell of perfume and money.
Today is the 60th birthday of Su Guofu, chairman of Su Group.
And Lin Chen was just an outlier in this feast.
Wearing a cheap suit that had been washed white, he stood alone in the most inconspicuous corner, like an unnoticed weed. The looks from around him ranged from contempt, indifference, to pure schadenfreude, like invisible needles that pricked him with pain.
Three years ago, he joined the Su family in Jiangcheng and became the husband of Su Wan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. In the past three years, he has lived like a shadow, a transparent shadow that can be trampled on at will.
Mother-in-law Wang Cuihua regarded him as a thorn in her side, a thorn in her flesh, and a "trash" and a "freeloader". His wife Su Wan was even more indifferent to him. They lived under the same roof and said only a handful of words to him.
He endured it for three years, thinking that as long as he was humble enough, he could get a trace of peace and even a little respect.
But reality gave him a loud slap in the face.
