In the revolving restaurant on the top floor of the Guomao Building in the imperial capital, crystal chandeliers cast a dazzling light.
I sat by the window, looking at the impeccably dressed woman across from me: my fiancée, Lin Mengyao, the heiress to the Lin Group. Today, she was wearing a custom Chanel outfit, with a diamond necklace the size of a pigeon’s egg around her neck. Her makeup was so flawless she looked like a porcelain doll.
“Li Mu, let’s break up.” Lin Mengyao lifted her glass of red wine and spoke casually, as if she were commenting on the nice weather.
