"I won't go." Xu Jiayue bit her lip.

“Whether you come or not, I will wait. I will have someone send the bride’s dress over,” Pei Yang said earnestly.

"Pei Yang, don't be silly, I won't go! You should take this opportunity to notify the media that the wedding is canceled, otherwise the Pei family won't be able to afford the embarrassment tomorrow." Xu Jiayue raised her voice.

Her wedding with Pei Yang couldn't be as simple as an ordinary person's. The Pei family was not only the richest in Yihai City, but also a group enterprise ranked among the top ten in Asia by Forbes. Pei Yang was also the eldest grandson of the old master Pei. Everyone outside believed that after the old master retired in a few years, it would not be Pei Yang's father who would take over, but Pei Yang himself.

The wedding of such a business tycoon naturally involves a lot of public relations and media attention. If he is stood up by his bride at the wedding, it may affect the reputation of the Pei family and, consequently, the goodwill he has painstakingly built up over the years.

"I won't notify you of the cancellation. I don't care whether the Pei family loses face or not. Anyway, I'll wait for you tomorrow." Pei Yang didn't care about anything else; all he wanted was to marry her.

"I won't go! I won't go! I won't go! How many times do I have to tell you before you understand!" Xu Jiayue turned around and yelled at him outside the door.

Pei Yang curled his fingers and tapped lightly on the door, paused, then tapped again, and said, "See you there."

When Xu Jiayue heard the frequency he was tapping, tears welled up in her eyes.

It was a Morse code she learned from watching old movies, and she even discussed it with him back then.

This frequency means I love you.

"I won't go, I won't go..." Xu Jiayue heard his footsteps as he left, and slowly and weakly squatted down, hugging her knees, repeating the same words over and over.

She won't go. Does he think she can't see through him? He's just betting that she won't want him to face public backlash.

That's despicable and shameless; she won't fall for it!

Pei Yang went downstairs, got into his car, but didn't drive away. He looked up at her window, where the light was still on.

Tomorrow is a high-stakes gamble. He doesn't know his chances of winning, or even how much he means to Xu Jiayue. But he has no other choice but to either win her or lose everything.

If he cancels the marriage as she suggested, he fears he will never have another chance to marry her.

"Jiayue, what exactly are you going to do?" He looked down at the doll she had bought for him in the car, and gave a bitter smile.

He sat in the car all night, looking out the window, and waited until dawn, but her light never went out.

He wasn't the only one suffering; she was too.

Around ten o'clock, he had someone bring up the wedding dress that had been sent from Italy to her.

She didn't open the door to accept him, so he had someone stand outside and wait for her.

Around 11 o'clock, the Pei family called to urge him to come over, so he drove away.

After changing into his groom's attire, it was already midnight. The guests were already enjoying a buffet on the lawn, chatting and exchanging ideas, while the media area was eager to get started.

Everyone from the Pei family arrived, and so did the Xu family.

The bride, whom everyone was eagerly anticipating, was nowhere to be seen.

Ni Sitian looked at Xu Tingchuan with concern; she had already mentioned it to him the day before yesterday.

“I asked Pei Yang, and the child isn’t his.” Xu Tingchuan held Ni Sitian’s hand and patted it gently, saying, “Now it depends on whether Jiayue can trust him.”