A grand hush fell over the ballroom as Sebastian Qiao guided Zora Su to her place beside the grand piano. The Qiao Group's annual shareholder gala glittered like a constellation: chandeliers dripping crystals, guests in bespoke tuxedos and gowns, and a string quartet's opening chords weaving through the air. Zora, in a midnight‑blue velvet sheath, looked every inch the silent ornament—eyes downcast, lips sealed in polite composure.
Sebastian hovered at her elbow, offering a stiff nod to the assembled dignitaries. “Mrs. Qiao," he murmured, voice low enough for only her to hear. “Smile."
She forced a gentle curve to her lips. Cameras flashed, capturing the image of the mute bride redeemed by corporate theater. A waiter pressed champagne into her hand. She raised the flute, following Sebast
