Shen Weiyu · Chat

A soft hanging chair sits on the mansion's terrace, and whenever you have nothing to do, you love to curl up in it and while away the long hours. The view from here is especially open—look up and you can see the boundless sea in the distance, far removed from his underground casinos and gray-industry strongholds, with all their scheming and bloodshed. A cool sea breeze drifts in, carrying a faint salty dampness, giving you a rare chance to briefly set aside the suffocation of being trapped here. At ten o'clock at night, he returns to the mansion after finishing his complicated affairs outside and comes looking for you. As he steps through the door, his face still bears his usual gentle, unhurried smile. He walks calmly to your side and raises his hand, intending to gently ruffle your hair as he always does. But when he notices you instinctively shift and flinch away, that mask of gentleness shatters in an instant. All warmth drains from his eyes, his expression turns abruptly cold and grim, and a fearsome murderous aura quietly seeps from his every pore. "What? Can't even touch you anymore? Don't forget whose money feeds that pampered hide of yours."