Chapter 929: Marriage Certificate (9)

Peng Jiayuan was momentarily speechless,

clearly not expecting Su Changsheng to say that.

"I won’t say much of this and that with you." Peng Jiayuan said indifferently, "Fengfeng is my wife, and that’s an undeniable fact."

"Besides, we have the marriage certificate." After saying this, Peng Jiayuan shook as he took out a red booklet from his jacket pocket, the kind of old marriage certificate.

He opened the marriage certificate, and the names Peng Jiayuan and Tian Wanfeng were written clearly on it.

Su Changsheng’s eyes narrowed.

The Feng isn’t a mistake? It’s correctly written.

But what about the tombstone?

He squinted his eyes at Peng Jiayuan.

It’s impossible to say there’s no conspiracy here.

As soon as Peng Jiayuan produced the marriage certificate, the crowd erupted into discussion, then looked meaningfully at Su Changsheng.

Judging by his expression, he obviously couldn’t produce a marriage certificate either, so what more was there to say? If you, Su Changsheng, claim to be Tian Wanfeng’s husband, surely you should have a marriage certificate?

Gu Lingling looked coldly at Peng Jiayuan; the names on the marriage certificate were correct, with an old, yellowed photo attached, prominently featuring Peng Jiayuan and Tian Wanfeng.

However, she glanced at the girl named Sasha. To find even a girl who looks like this and train her to imitate Tian Wanfeng’s aura means the person behind this must be quite familiar with Grandfather and the Tian Family.

And indeed, they are targeting both the Su and Tian Families.

Su Changsheng clearly realized this too, squinting at Peng Jiayuan.

"Yes, years ago you abandoned Fengfeng, and I married her." Peng Jiayuan said quietly, "The two of us had a son, you should have seen him."

Referring to the tombstone?

Su Changsheng sneered coldly, every word Peng Jiayuan said seemed genuine, with plenty of evidence to prove his identity. Yet Su Changsheng didn’t believe a single word.

Just what is the conspiracy behind this?

No rush, let’s see what tricks he has yet to play.

"And during those years with you, she didn’t even get a title." Peng Jiayuan sneered, "Do you dare claim to be her husband?"

"We were married, and with the blessing of Tian Family’s parents." Su Changsheng glanced indifferently at Peng Jiayuan, "What’s your real purpose in doing this?"

Purpose?

Does ruining Su Changsheng count?

Or avenging the years of humiliation endured by the master?

Back then, the Su and Tao Families were both prestigious families in Hongcheng, and the master and Tian Wanfeng were betrothed as children, growing up with a close bond, just waiting for Tian Wanfeng to turn eighteen for them to marry.

But who would have expected Su Changsheng to come out of nowhere, a poor boy boldly vying for the master’s beloved, and unexpectedly, the Tian Family agreed.

Just because Tian Wanfeng cried and threatened, they agreed to marry her to Su Changsheng.

But what about the master of the Tao Family?

What about the prestige of the Tao Family?

The master cherished Tian Wanfeng deeply and never remarried, watching Peng Jiayuan feeling heartache.

Over the years, the master lived like a monk—why should Su Changsheng and Tian Wanfeng live happily?

He wanted them to endure misfortune.

For years they’ve been searching for Su Changsheng, never realizing he used a fake name all along, no wonder they’ve failed to find him.

Now, the Tian Family has returned.

It’s time to settle the old scores.