SHEN YI MU looked at that folder for a long time without saying a word. He felt his insides trembling. From anger or disappointment, he didn't know. Maybe from both.
He knew that something like this would happen sooner or later. His father had been nudging him to get married for years already. It's like every time he got older, the other would tell him to go and get married. But even so, his father had never arranged something like this for him.
Then something suddenly flashed in his mind. An information that was not that widespread among the public but quite well known among the upper circle. That the candidate most likely to be elected for the next election was being backed by the Wuhan Group.
The next election was just around the corner. In March next year, to be exact. There's one high government position that the president could appoint himself — the Premier. And who here was actually being groomed to be the next Premier?
His eldest brother.
