On the day of the Zhong Industries anniversary banquet, Hu Lei had a sense of foreboding. She felt a sick sensation in her stomach that she could not shrug off. Unlike her habit, she woke up earlier than even the busy Zhong Feng.
At breakfast, she could not bring herself to eat anything. She sipped on her orange juice with a distant look in her eyes.
"How are you feeling?" Zhong Feng asked in concern.
Hu Lei tried to smile. "I'm just a bit lethargic. Maybe I'm a little scared about appearing in public with you for the first time."
Zhong Feng frowned. "We don't have to do this if you are not ready."
Hu Lei stretched her arm and placed her smaller hand over Zhong Feng's. "I want to do this, Ah-Feng. I want to support you on this important day as your wife. Do not doubt that."
