New Delhi, India.
In a grand mansion in New Delhi's wealthy district, no less imposing than Jiang Siming's estate,
"Dad, didn't you already reach an agreement with the chairman of Volkswagen that I would marry Suji? Why hasn't there been any progress?"
A richly dressed, frivolous-looking young Indian asked his father, who sat at the head of the table.
The table was laden with delicacies and rare delicacies from land and sea. Everyone seated there was dressed in gold and silver, glittering with jewels.
Many servants stood nearby, ready to attend to everyone at the table at any moment.
The middle-aged Indian man at the head of the table ate as he slowly said, "We had agreed on it, but Suji's status is different now. She's no longer merely Piech's illegitimate daughter. She's also the CEO of Falcon Motors."
The young Indian sneered. "So what? It's just a new car company. Besides, she's only the CEO, merely working for someone else."
After the middle-aged Indian finished eating, a servant beside him immediately handed him a brocade handkerchief to wipe his mouth.
"If that were all, it would be easy to handle. Falcon Motors belongs to Jiang Siming of Huaxia, and Piech doesn't dare provoke him."
"Heh, even if he's the World's Richest Man, he has no right to interfere in other people's relationships, does he? Suji and I are engaged. She has to be my wife!"
The young Indian's words rang out forcefully. Whenever he recalled Suji's appearance and figure, heat surged through his heart.
The woman beside him lovingly stroked his hand. "Don't worry, son. Your father will arrange everything for you. Jiang Siming is indeed very rich, and he is the World's Richest Man, but our Kshatriya family isn't afraid of him. If we didn't have so many