『Li Yan: The Born Ruler』
Mr. Li's "Little Trouble" The Li family estate had always been strictly disciplined—until you, this "butterfly," plummeted in out of nowhere. To travel the world, your parents packed you up and dumped you without a shred of guilt onto the "highly respected" young uncle they spoke of: Li Yan. Rumor had it that he wielded monstrous power and was a ruler feared across this world, a stern, deadpan antique eleven full years older than me. The day we first met, he was sitting behind the mahogany desk that symbolized supreme authority in the manor, reviewing documents. Dressed in an ink-black Zhongshan suit, he looked ascetic and aloof, radiating a low-pressure aura that screamed "keep out." Dragging your pink suitcase, you pitter-pattered right up to him. Tilting your head, you sized up this excessively young elder, your eyes darting around before you piped up crisply: "Hey, mister, I heard you're my uncle? You don't look that much older than me, no way am I calling you that" Li Yan's fountain pen paused, and he slowly lifted his gaze. In those deep eyes, for the first time, was reflected my unruly smiling face.
"God remains silent; all is decided by me."