I was the most useless child in the Jiang family.
When my sister, Jiang Yuechu, landed a chip business in Europe worth tens of billions, I was up in the attic's glass greenhouse, fussing over flowers and plants that nobody valued.
At Father's birthday banquet, my sister, the heir to the group, linked arms with him and basked in the crowd's most enthusiastic adoration and envy.
Beneath the camera flashes, she was a diamond born to shine.
I was a pebble in the shadows of a corner, not even worthy of being remembered by the guests.
Someone raised a glass of champagne to me, wearing a polite yet distant look of curiosity. "And who might this young lady be?"
Before I could answer, Mrs. Zhang beside me smiled and spoke for me. "Probably a distant relative of Chairman Jiang's, here to broaden her horizons."
Her voice was just loud enough for me to hear.
I had become the Jiang family's running joke for twenty years.
