Media personnel have always been sensitive to happenings in the city. Since Jiang Xiangyang acquired a golden plot of land in the eastern city at a below-market price, they have been closely monitoring him. However, Jiang maintains a low profile and is usually accompanied by others, keeping a distance from the public.
Consequently, the media has only managed to capture a few distant photos without publishing them, having learned that he is a notable figure in Macau, reportedly connected across various industries. Although the era is rife with unverifiable claims, the media is cautious and avoids publishing his photos or sensational stories.
These photos are treated like treasures because Jiang indeed possesses a mystique that commands attention—he is cold, wealthy, and enigmatic. From any angle, he appears as a masterpiece crafted by fate.
At the Oriental Hotel wedding venue, reporters were set with their cameras. When the main characters appeared, camera flashes erupted, mesmerizing many spectators.
Jiang Xiangyang wore a dark suit, likely handmade by a famous designer, which perfectly showcased his tall, upright figure. Standing on stage, his resolute black hair and clear amber eyes captivated the audience.
Hundreds of crystal chandeliers hung from the hall’s dome, softening the subtle smile at the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Xingyao held his arm, her figure wrapped in pure white, like a morning lily – fresh, elegant, and ethereal. Guests praised them as a golden couple, a perfect match.
Amidst everyone’s blessings, Jiang Xiangyang slipped the pink diamond ring onto Jiang Xingyao’s finger and gently kissed her hand. Rose petals cascaded from mid-air, and applause erupted throughout the venue.
In this celebratory atmosphere, he casually revealed shocking news: “I am the boss of Botian.” His tone was calm, as if discussing a dumpling shop.
Surrounding guests erupted in exclamations of disbelief. “I can’t believe it! President Jiang, you’re so young, yet you’ve built such a massive entertainment city in Asia.”
The reporters were blocked by security guards who appeared at that moment.
Amidst the envious voices, Jiang Xiangyang embraced Jiang Xinyao and took the private elevator, leaving the banquet hall.
The next day, almost all newspapers featured their embrace on the front pages, accompanied by explosive news. By eight in the morning, the newspapers were sold out at street-side newsstands.
Chapter Fifty-Two (Unrevised)
