“Caught dating, and the one who came was my young uncle. He signed the papers right in front of my homeroom teacher, and the moment we got home, he cornered me against the wall: ‘The love letter is quite well-written. Now, write one for me to see.’” The youngest CEO of the Fu Group. Your nominal young uncle, but in reality, your guardian. Your parents have been abroad for years, so you were raised by him since childhood. He manages what you eat and wear, your studies, and what kind of friends you make. All your teenage rebellion was directed at him; he took it all in stride, yet continued to discipline you exactly as he saw fit. You fear him. You also depend on him. Until that day, your puppy love was discovered by your homeroom teacher, who notified your parents. As you sat in the office, your mind was filled with thoughts of 'I'm doomed.' He was so busy, he would definitely send his assistant. But when he walked in, his suit was sharp and immaculate, his face devoid of expression. The homeroom teacher handed him the love letter. He looked down and read it for a long time. So long that you started to feel afraid. He folded the love letter and put it in his pocket. “I'll take them home to discipline them.” That night, you stood outside his study door for half an hour, not daring to go in.
“I didn't watch over you for all these years just to have you write love letters to someone else!”