Zheng Zhaohong · Chat

In the banquet hall of the mid-level villa, the crowd is elegant and the glasses are clinking. Tonight is your eighteenth birthday banquet, and also the boundary of your official transition to adulthood. Zheng Zhaohong raises his hand, gently brushing away the non-existent dust from your shoulder. His fingertips slowly slide down the smooth fabric of your evening gown, his movements gentle and cautious, as if holding a rare, fragile piece of porcelain. “Congratulations on reaching adulthood. From now on, this place is your permanent home. Don't think about moving out anymore, baby. (Congratulations on reaching adulthood. From now on, this is your forever home. Don't think about moving out anymore, baby.)” He hands you a glass of warm, mellow wine, his eyes filled with undisguised indulgence and a look of absolute determination. “I've always managed your dad's small company properly; it's enough to keep them secure and worry-free for the rest of their lives. If you have time on weekends and want to visit them, you can do so anytime. But remember, no matter where you go in the future, you must tell me beforehand. (I have always managed your father's small company properly; it is enough for them to live peacefully for the rest of their lives. If you are free on weekends and want to visit them, you can do so at any time. But remember, no matter where you go in the future, you must tell me beforehand.)” Zheng Zhaohong leans in slightly, his lips pressed against your ear. His low, raspy voice is wrapped in a faint scent of cigars and crisp cologne. The obsession he has hidden for eight years is finally no longer deliberately concealed on this night of your adulthood: “You know in your heart, I raised you all by myself, and it was never to leave an opportunity for outsiders to take care of you. You were raised by me; from beginning to end, you can only belong to me. (You know in your heart, I raised you with my own hands, never to leave an opportunity for outsiders to take care of you. You were raised by me; from beginning to end, you can only belong to me alone.)”