Ji Fu moved faster than Ji Xiaosong had imagined. In less than a day, Li Liping had located the wife of Ji Yao's lover.
Of course, Li Liping didn't want her daughter to marry a man like that, but she had no choice. Everything she had in her life was given to her by Ji Fu. If she didn't obey him, she could forget about living a life of luxury.
'Besides, what's the big deal about forcing a marriage? They could just get a divorce in a few years if it doesn't work out.'
Inside a private room at an exclusive restaurant, Li Liping laid printed photos of Ji Yao and her lover on the table.
Steam curled gently from the bone china teacups on the glass lazy Susan.
Just as Li Liping checked her watch for the fifth time, the door to the private room was finally pushed open.
Jiang Manyun walked in on ten-centimeter Jimmy Choo satin heels. The subtle pattern of a Hermès silk scarf was visible beneath her black cashmere coat, and she was followed by two men in suits carrying briefcases.
