It was always Zhou Ting speaking, she was eloquent and affable, earning the praise of all the relatives from the Huang Family.

Zhou Xiaoxuan whispered, "Look at her acting like the mistress of the house, it’s so annoying..."

Xu Xiaoya kept looking at Huang Xiaojue, but Huang Xiaojue just smiled throughout, barely speaking, as if Zhou Ting had already said everything and he had no opportunity to say anything.

He was merely a foil to Zhou Ting.

Yet, she had to admit, the two were a perfect match, handsome man and beautiful woman, they really seemed compatible at first glance.

Huang Xiaojue glanced over and looked at the two of them, slightly surprised, but still polite: "You’re both here too? Sorry for not greeting you properly."

Zhou Xiaoxuan couldn’t help but express her jealousy, "Aunt Huang mentioned that your wedding was low-key, didn’t give us invitations, so we had to congratulate you in advance."

"Thank you."

Over there, Zhou Ting was already standing on the stage, holding a glass, signaling Huang Xiaojue. Huang Xiaojue smiled, picked up his glass and walked over. Together they raised their glasses, once again it was Zhou Ting speaking: "Dear friends and relatives, Xiaojue and I want to raise a glass to you all..."

Suddenly, her speech was interrupted.

Everyone followed her gaze, slightly stunned.

In an instant, it was as if the doorway lit up — like a giant 10,000-watt light source had appeared.

A woman stood there, draped in white fox fur, tall heels. The silver fox’s long fur brushed her face, and with a gentle breath, the fur ruffled, almost as if it were alive.

She stood at the entrance, smiling charmingly.

The hall was silent.

On the stage, Zhou Ting’s expression changed. Huang Xiaojue’s hand holding the glass also trembled slightly.

Zhou Ting glanced inadvertently, noticing him slightly closing his eyes and then opening them, his face betraying no huge emotional changes.

Xu Xiaoya was almost excited enough to shout, but held back, even Zhou Xiaoxuan was stunned.

Huang’s mom was the first to react, her heart jolted as if seeing a disaster. A thousand curses bubbled in her heart: Damn bitch, why are you here?

Yang Wei’s mother and child also stared at her, showing very strange expressions.

Who invited this woman?

Wasn’t she in South Country? Why come back now? It’s not a wedding, just a Huang Family gathering, what’s her point?

With Huang’s mom’s temperament, she’d immediately evict someone like this, was this woman trying to make trouble?

However, before she could speak, even Zhou Ting didn’t have time to react, Yan Xixi had already walked over.

The crisp sound of high heels, her walking posture was graceful, the silver fur swaying slightly with her breath.

"Congratulations to the old friends tying the knot, here I am, uninvited, to deliver a grand gift to you both..."

The crowd was silent.

Someone dared to speak such grandiose words, immediately bragging about delivering a big gift.

How big?

Among the gathered friends and relatives, many had given the largest red envelopes of their lives to win Huang’s mom’s favor, and some with connections even managed to gift expensive jewelry, calligraphy, paintings, and antiques.

Yet, none of these people dared call their gifts grand, but Yan Xixi did so unabashedly.

Everyone stared at her, curious about what priceless treasure was being offered.

But she was clearly empty-handed, carrying only a small handbag, gracefully walking over, stopping three meters away from Huang Xiaojue and Zhou Ting, smiling at them.

Zhou Ting at this moment least wanted to see this woman.

Moreover, she never dreamed Yan Xixi would appear so boldly.

At this time, shouldn’t she be hiding at Harvard, being a turtle?

Fearing being exposed completely?

Though her cousin reported Yan Xixi was crafty, found excuses not to return and didn’t plan to attend the wedding, likely aware of rumors, scared of any accidents.

Yet, she had returned—not just returned but came back so boldly and forcefully.

No sneaky movements at all.

If she had a gun, Zhou Ting probably couldn’t control herself from shooting this woman.

Still, she kept smiling: "Miss Yan, your news is well-informed, traveling far from the United States to attend this small gathering, really making a splendid impression for Xiaojue and me..."

She held onto Huang Xiaojue’s hand, as if marking territory: "Our wedding date is set, Miss Yan, please offer us your blessing."

Huang Xiaojue, also had a face full of smiles.

Yan Xixi’s gaze finally fell on his face.

He was her first love, once the most important person in her life.

However, now, her heart felt no ripple.

Only a voice echoed in her mind: Your Zhou Family harmed my Brother Donglin so badly, now he’s lying in a hospital, unconscious, waiting for an uncertain surgical outcome, while you two are happily getting married.

Is there such a wonderful thing in this world?