The Jinjiang hotels — one of the hotel groups that count worldwide.

No wonder Zhao Ming went as spineless as an egg in front of Yu Jiaying.

Zhao Ming put an arm around Xu Ye's shoulders. "I'm telling you now. In Shanghai you can cross anybody you like, but do not cross Her Majesty here, because I won't be able to help you either."

"Is it really as bad as you're making out?"

"It is. There was a stretch when I genuinely wondered whether she was a man."

"Sounds like there's a lot of history between you two. Let's hear it."

Zhao Ming let out a long sigh. "You could weep, telling it. Short version — her grandfather helped my dad out, the two families have always been in and out of each other's houses, and she and I went to the same school for middle school and high school. With that connection through the older generation, and my dad owing her family a favor, this Majesty of ours has treated me as a slave to order around from the beginning. I thought going abroad to study would shake her off, and it turned out her university was in California too. Damn it. Two years overseas nearly left me with a lasting complex."

"Haha~"

Having heard Zhao Ming's bitter tale of blood and tears, Xu Ye found himself looking around the crowd for Yu Jiaying. She was moving through it, and although she was not from the finance world at all, the people she passed were unmistakably careful with her. And Xu Ye noticed somebody else too.

He turned his head. "Zhao Ming. Why is that Zheng Bin trailing around after her?"

Zhao Ming followed the line of sight and said with complete contempt, "Zheng Bin's had his eye on her for years. His grandfather's said out loud more than once that he'd be delighted if Yu Jiaying were his granddaughter-in-law. Yu Jiaying knows exactly what kind of goods Zheng Bin is and has never had much time for him. When Uncle Yu — Yu Jiaying's dad — found out…