「Raos Road, Shanghai.」
Yangyun Anman nestled among a grove of camphor trees. This was Chen Yao's favorite place to rest and relax when he had leisure time.
"At Luchen's wedding, I gave an entire island as a gift to Jing," Chen Yao said.
Someone chimed in, "That's generous, President Chen."
Since taking over the Chen Group and carving out his own path in Shanghai, with the family business firmly in his grasp, President Chen naturally had the capital to be generous.
After two glasses of wine, Chen Yao opened a box, took out a butane lighter, lit a cigar, and began to smoke.
"Hey, I saw your ex-girlfriend crying her eyes out."
"What was her name... Fei something."
"Right, Xing Fei."
"She had a beautiful daughter with an architect."
Chen Yao's expression turned cold. Silently, solitarily, he lifted his glass and drained it in one gulp.
A profound emptiness that alcohol couldn't fill.
Yet, even now, born into high society, he didn't feel that the path he had chosen was wrong.
