The engagement party.
Crystal chandeliers on the ceiling refracted light into a halo that resembled the Milky Way.
Ji Xiaosong lowered her head to adjust the camellia pin on Jiang Yao's chest. Her fingers brushed against the dark red velvet as she chuckled. "Chairman Ji brought President Wang into the banquet hall. The staff will invite them to the side parlor to enjoy some cigars."
Jiang Yao took the back of her hand and kissed it gently. "It's fine. They can't stir up any trouble."
Before he could finish his sentence, the sound of shattering porcelain came from the southeast corner of the banquet hall.
Ji Fu was bent over, picking up a dropped porcelain dish of caviar, the back of his suit stained with champagne.
He flashed a wide, fawning smile at a passing shipping magnate, but the man paid him no mind, walking straight toward Old Sir Jiang, who was admiring an antique screen.
"Xiaosong."
