Despair washed over Jiang Lili. She sat frozen, the sunlight blanketing her, yet a cold sweat slicked her skin in the climate-controlled office. Jiang Chengyin turned, his back to Fu Xingchen, and shot her a series of frantic glances. She remained motionless, her hands, resting on her lap, clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms. *Was this it?* Because the Fu family would never accept Lin