The Bride Was Switched at My Wedding, So I Turned Around and Married His Uncle

With ten minutes to go before the wedding, Shen Zhiyi's fiancé replaced the bride with the Shen family's adopted daughter.

Her own mother shoved a server's uniform into her arms.

"Ruowei is in poor health and can't handle any stress. Put this on and go pour drinks for the guests."

Shen Zhiyi looked at Shen Ruowei in the mirror, wearing her wedding dress, and suddenly smiled.

"Fine. I don't want the groom anymore."

"But my wedding dress, my jewelry, and the prestige you got by passing off my work as your own? You won't be taking a single thing."

She withdrew the works on display at the wedding, took her belongings, and walked out of the banquet hall.

Outside, the Lu family's untouchable young uncle offered her a coat.

"Shen Zhiyi, need a new groom?"

Three days later, Lu Chengze cornered her outside her studio, still convinced she was just throwing a tantrum.

"Zhiyi, all you have to do is admit you were wrong, and we can have the wedding again."

The door opened from inside.

Lu Yanzhou stood protectively at her side, his tone casual.