Feng Suyin hadn't expected Xia Lingling to make a scene for her, but she was glad that among the crowd of guests, she wasn't entirely alone. Before Ji Hanjun could utter another word, Xia Lingling marched toward them and slapped him hard across the face, then pulled Feng Suyin away from him.
Ji Hanjun stood frozen where he was. He had never been humiliated in front of an audience before that night.
"What else do you want to say?!" Xia Lingling turned on him, her voice cutting clean through the noise. Her eyes were sharp with anger and she put herself squarely between him and Feng Suyin, like she was daring him to try again.
In the corner of her eye, Feng Suyin caught Feng Yilan crying in their mother's arms. Even now, Yilan managed to make herself the wounded one. Li Xinlian's face had gone pale, her arms around her daughter, her mind already working — trying to figure out how something this catastrophic had happened on a night she'd planned down to the last flower arrangement.
