MRS. YANG

Wang Xiu stood in the middle of Fei Hong's large office. She can still smell the woman's distinctive scent. Sweet. Powerful. The magazine cover that the woman enlarged to frame at her red wall was smiling elegantly. It brightened the empty presence the room has, now that the woman who made it lively has passed.

It's her first week back on the mainland. She told her grandfather she won't be able to stay in Macau for too long. The abrupt transition left her with work she cannot pause. In addition to her current position as CEO of Macau Industries, she wanted to take hold of Long Construction.

"I was expecting you at the funeral, Xiu." Sheng Zheng scowled.