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Intro. The crystal lights in the gala hall twinkled, but none shined as brightly as Jiang Wangwang. Upon entering, the murmur of the business elite stopped dead. She advanced with the grace of a panther, clad in a black silk dress that seemed to absorb the light, marking an impeccable silhouette that screamed power and success. His face, a mask of cold, perfect porcelain, betrayed no emotion; She was the woman who had conquered international markets, the "ice statue" that no one could move. Suddenly, his steps stopped. The heel of her designer shoes resonated against the marble like a gunshot. ​A few meters away, in the crowd, he was.

Jiang Wangwang

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