The opulent hotel suite provided little solace for Yang Mei as she paced the plush carpets like a caged tiger, her movements fueled by a simmering fury that threatened to consume her from within. Her eyes blazed with unbridled rage, the remnants of her carefully cultivated facade shattered in the wake of her disastrous encounter with Tang Ziyi and his adoptive family.
Across the room, her husband, Zhao Liang, watched her with a wary eye, his expression a mask of cautious neutrality. He had seen this side of his wife before – the raw, unbridled fury that simmered beneath the surface, a tempestuous force that could erupt at the slightest provocation.
"That insolent boy," Yang Mei spat, her words laced with venom as she whirled to face Zhao Liang. "How dare he dismiss me like some common beggar?"
