The air hung thick with tension, the once jubilant atmosphere of the grand ballroom tainted by the malevolent presence of Zhang Yhiming. As the villain approached, his twisted smile sent a shiver down Li Xiaojun's spine, rekindling the embers of a fury that had been simmering for decades.
"Excuse me," Zhang Yhiming purred, his voice a velvet caress that seemed to drip with disdain. "I need to congratulate the bride and groom."
With those words, he turned on his heel, leaving Li Xiaojun standing there, his fists clenched and his jaw set in a grim line as he fought against the overwhelming urge to strike out against the man who had brought so much suffering into their lives.
