In the 1980s, Jiang Ruoshu was already a business tycoon in Jianghai City.
She was both the richest person in the city and a husband-doting fanatic.
For the three years of our marriage, Jiang Ruoshu spent a fortune celebrating my birthday every time it came around.
She had every taxi in the city display slogans announcing her love for me.
My photos with her filled every advertising space in the city.
The year I fell ill, she bought an entire hospital just for me, so I could receive the best treatment.
The doctors and nurses at the hospital took turns watching over me around the clock.
I said I liked stars, so she spent 300 million on a meteorite from outer space.
She flew back on her private jet with a young man. She told me he was a child from a poor mountain village whom she had sponsored to study abroad.
But I saw an imperial-green jade necklace around his neck, custom-made to match Jiang Ruoshu's own necklace.
