Three years later, at a cross-border acquisition gala.
Jiang Wang, rumored to have “died” in a foreign land long ago, made a stunning appearance as the president of Xinglan Capital, wearing a custom-tailored suit and holding the arm of another gentle companion.
His features were cold and stern, but when he looked at Lu Yan, it was as if he were looking at a stranger. “Have we met, sir?”
At that moment, the once-arrogant Lu Yan’s eyes reddened, and he lost control in front of everyone.
This time, he would hold his life in his hands and kneel in the dust, begging Jiang Wang to come back.
“Jiang Wang, I won’t be your master anymore.”
“I’ll be your dog instead. Will you let me?”
