In the revolving restaurant on the top floor of the Imperial World Trade Center, the crystal chandelier reflects dazzling light.
I sat by the window and looked at the well-groomed woman opposite - my fiancée, Lin Mengyao, the daughter of the Lin Group. She wore a Chanel haute couture outfit today, with a diamond necklace the size of a dove egg hanging around her neck, and her makeup was as delicate as a porcelain doll.
"Li Mu, let's break up." Lin Mengyao picked up the red wine glass and spoke in an understatement, as if saying that the weather is nice today.
