That shriek, sharp and piercing, instantly tore apart all the warmth created by "The Most Romantic Thing."
The singing stopped abruptly.
Everyone's eyes shot toward the source of the voice.
A woman rushed in through the archway.
She wore a loose maternity dress, her belly bulging high, with flat canvas shoes on her feet.
She supported her belly with both hands, yet her steps were quick and urgent as she headed straight for the four people onstage!
She kept cursing, her voice full of tears and venom.
"Zhao Shengkai! You bastard! This is what you called a business trip?"
"I'm carrying your child, waiting at home for you to come back and marry me, and you're fucking marrying this filthy bitch here!"
"If I hadn't seen the livestream, how much longer would you have kept lying to me, you animal!"
Everyone onstage was stunned.
Wei Zijin held the microphone, her mouth open, but she had forgotten the next line.
Whoever was handling the sound, perhaps wanting to hear this farce that was more gripping than a movie, obligingly switched off the backing track.
The entire banquet hall fell silent.
The guests even instinctively softened their breathing, afraid any noise they made might interfere with the spectacle.
Quite a few young people pretended to look down at their phones, their fingers swiping rapidly, though they had already started recording.
Xiao Mo, who was livestreaming, curled his lips into a smile.
Wang Xiaoliang's hand, extended to take the cake knife, froze in midair.
He stared straight at the pregnant woman hurrying toward them.
The woman had beautiful features, but her face was streaked with tears, her expression twisted and somewhat grotesque.
Chen Xiaoying finally found her voice. She whipped toward the man beside her, her voice trembling. "Shengkai... wh-what's going on?"
Zhao