“Are you crazy? I don’t need a woman around me. If it’ll make you give up, I’ll tell you clearly: Jiang Xiangyang doesn’t want you anymore. Get lost.”
He walked onto the platform without looking back, his silhouette framed by the white, carved railings.
Jing Xin’s hand fell weakly, touching the hard box in her pocket – the ring she had brought as a Valentine’s Day gift.
“Xiangyang, wait for me!” She cried, rushing to the ticket gate, but a staff member stopped her. “Miss, you don’t have a ticket. You can’t go in.”
“Please, let me in. I’ll come right out. Please!” Jing Xin begged, crying.
“Sorry, those are the rules.” The response was cold.
She slowly squatted down, crying heartbreakingly, her sobs choked in her throat. He had finally left her, decisively, without looking back.
Chapter Thirty-Seven: A Blink of Six Years
Macau is a city masked by a rich European-style exterior, wrapped in the temptation of gold and wine. The sound of dice colliding and the melodious church bells compose the city’s tone.
The Botin Las Vegas City, located in Macau’s New Century Square, has been open for a week. Media coverage praised the casino’s luxury and extravagance.
This might be the frustration of Macau’s paparazzi. They had staked out before opening, using all connections, yet they could only report superficial information after a week, causing strong dissatisfaction among curious citizens. The casino’s exterior was plain to see, but what about its interior?
Citizens were concerned: Who was the owner of such a large venue? Who had the ability to build an Asia-class luxury casino? What legendary story did they have? Who was this mysterious figure? The public media didn’t even know if the owner was male or female.
A rhythmic “knock, knock” sounded at the door, and, after receiving permission from the man inside, the door was gently pushed open.
A woman in a silver-gray suit entered, placing a stack of newspapers on the man’s desk.
“Mr. Jiang, these are today’s media reports on Botian Las Vegas City. I’ve sent the highlights to your exclusive email.”
“Got it!” the man, leaning back in his leather chair, responded expressionlessly.
