With Zong Chun now in the room, the drama had reached its peak.

Ji Fei and her group couldn’t resist—they entered to see the chaos for themselves.

Inside, Zong Siqi and Madam Zong were barely managing to put on some clothing, still half-buried in the blankets, unable to leave the bed. Zong Chun stood trembling beside them, barely able to stay upright, his face turning an alarming shade of green as he pointed at them in fury.

“Honey, I didn’t…” Madam Zong, pale and panicked, tried to stammer an explanation.

“Yan-jie…” Beside her, Zong Siqi adopted a pitiful expression, looking at Madam Zong like a wounded puppy.

[He looks exactly like he’s begging, “Please, sister, have mercy on me~”]

The Qin family nearly burst out laughing.

Even Qin Xian couldn’t suppress a cough, as Zong Siqi’s broad, muscular frame was reminiscent of a gym trainer—hardly the type you’d picture with a high-pitched, delicate voice.

The sheer absurdity of the scene was astounding, and the paparazzi, seeing the opportunity, dropped all pretense of discretion, transforming into top-tier reporters. One quickly pounced on Zong Chun, asking, “Mr. Zong, how did the three of you end up in this, uh, arrangement?”

[Three-person family?! Hahaha, this paparazzo sure knows how to ask a question.]

The Qin family: … Pfft.

“Madam Zong, tell us, between your nephew and your husband, who do you truly love?”

[Oh my gosh, absolutely savage!]

Not only the Qin family, but everyone else nearby burst into laughter at the sheer bluntness of the questions. The paparazzi, though, kept a straight face, persisting with their inquiries until they got a response.

“Are the divorce rumors true? Is it not because of Ms. Yu Rouyin, but because your wife had an affair with your nephew?”

“Mr. Zong, are you so devastated that you skipped performing today? Were you here to catch them in the act?”

“Madam Zong, what are your thoughts? On one hand, you’re having an affair, and on the other, you’re joining forces with the Wives’ League to go against Ms. Yu Rouyin?”

The biting questions from the reporters left both husband and wife red with shame and anger.

Madam Zong was hoping Zong Chun would throw the reporters out and close the door so they could discuss this privately. But Zong Chun only glared at them, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

[Mr. Zong, you’re so hypocritical. You claimed not to love Madam Zong, yet it’s only fine for you to pursue love while labeling your wife a criminal for doing the same?]

The Qin family picked up on it too, finding Zong Chun’s betrayed act laughable.

To him, Madam Zong was just his possession. He could discard her, but no one else was allowed to take her away.

Inside, Zong Chun’s emotions were in turmoil. He’d agreed to try and mend things with her, planning not to divorce after all. And now, she had the audacity to be with his nephew?!

“You shameless woman!” Zong Chun finally lost all restraint. The blow to his pride was too much, and he roared, “At your age, acting so desperate! If you can’t hold back, go find a stick! How could you go for a younger man, and my nephew at that?! Disgusting!”

With his outburst, everyone naturally assumed Madam Zong was indeed having an affair.

Madam Zong looked at him, pale and stunned, unable to believe her ears.

Already devastated and seeking comfort from the man she had devoted herself to, she had hoped he’d defend her. But instead, he unleashed a torrent of humiliation. Her mind shattered, and suddenly, the man before her seemed ugly, someone she no longer recognized.

[Wow, does Zong Chun even realize his position? He’s already disgraced and clinging to his last shred of dignity. The only way he can keep his current status is through Madam Zong’s support. If he loses her, he’d be done for. How could he insult his own safety net like this?]

The Qin family was just as astounded, realizing how delusional Zong Chun was. Madam Zong was the one with real power, not him. Everything he had came from her.

Ji Fei couldn’t help but revel in the drama. [Old Zong, you fool! Sometimes, to make life easier, you need to swallow your pride. Why be so high and mighty when your nephew’s already creeping into your space?]

The Qin family held back laughter, impressed by Ji Fei’s inner sarcasm.

[Though, to be fair, if Madam Zong hasn’t snapped out of her romance-driven delusion by now…]

“Zong Chun, shut up!” Madam Zong’s voice, choked with tears, cut through the noise.

Zong Chun froze, shocked that she would dare tell him to be quiet in front of everyone.

[Whoa, is she finally waking up? Are we about to witness a dog-eat-dog showdown?!]

The Qin family craned their necks, eager for the coming scene.

But the first to speak wasn’t Madam Zong; it was Zong Siqi.

“Uncle, how could you speak to Yan-jie like that? This was an accident! And you were the one who fell out of love first, planning to divorce her…” Zong Siqi suddenly feigned surprise, like he had just accidentally revealed too much, and glanced helplessly at Madam Zong.

[Who said he’s an amateur? If Sister Pei could see this, she’d want to sign him immediately! This burly man playing a soft-hearted green tea act is peak Iron Buddha!]

The Qin family: We didn’t want to laugh, but this is too much.

Fortunately, the room was noisy enough that their laughter wouldn’t disrupt Zong Siqi’s performance.

Some Qin family members even silently vowed never to drink Iron Buddha tea again, afraid it would remind them of this “Iron Buddha” green tea performance and make them burst out laughing.

With his “slip-up,” Zong Siqi had inadvertently confirmed the scandalous rumors.

The paparazzi immediately turned their attention to Zong Chun, bombarding him with questions.

Zong Chun’s expression twisted in fury as he lunged at Zong Siqi, grabbing him by the collar and trying to drag him out of bed.

“It was you! You planned all of this—you did this on purpose!”

But the tugging inevitably pulled at the blankets, so Madam Zong instinctively tried to hold them down while joining the scuffle.

To Zong Chun, it only looked like she was protecting the younger man.

He slapped her across the face. “You idiot! You’re defending him? He’s manipulating us! You think he really loves you? He’s only after your money and status. His whole family are parasites. First, they lived off me, and now they want to replace me. You think he has any real feelings for you?”

[Digging his own grave—Zong Chun’s the first to do it so thoroughly. Madam Zong’s face says it all; she’s beyond hurt. And yet, he has the audacity to hit her and insult her. Truly a bold move.]

The Qin family could see that Madam Zong’s tears were long gone, replaced by a coldness in her eyes.

“Uncle, just because you don’t cherish Yan-jie doesn’t mean no one else will. She’s always been so kind to me, more so than anyone ever has. Why wouldn’t I fall in love with her? Yan-jie has so many wonderful qualities—you just don’t see them. Do you think everyone else is blind too?”

Zong Siqi’s words were sincere, enough to sway the onlookers into believing him.

The contrast between his defense of Madam Zong and Zong Chun’s tirade was stark.

“You… you ungrateful brat! You had an affair with your uncle’s wife—do you really think you have a future after doing something so heartless?” Zong Chun shouted, then turned to Madam Zong, “Get up! Help me call the police and arrest this scoundrel!”

“Yan-jie!” Zong Siqi, seemingly scared, called out to Madam Zong for support.

Madam Zong suddenly spoke up, “You already gave me the divorce papers. With those in hand, how can what Siqi and I did be considered an affair?”