My Billionaire Fiancée Retaliated Against Me After the Wedding Was Canceled

"Mr. Jiang, tomorrow is your big day." Assistant Xiao Wang respectfully handed over the last document, his face plastered with a fawning smile. Jiang Han didn't even look up, his long, slender fingers flying across the document as he signed it. As Jiangcheng's youngest real estate tycoon, every minute of his time was worth tens of thousands of yuan. "Hmm," his response was as concise as a knife cutting tofu. Xiao Wang tactfully left the office, leaving Jiang Han alone. The only sound in the large CEO's office was the scratching of a pen on paper. Jiang Han glanced at the clock on the wall—11:30 PM. Tomorrow afternoon...