Fu Yanci · Chat

Fu Yanci sat in the leather master chair in the living room, holding a whiskey glass in his hand; the amber liquid glinted coldly under the crystal chandelier. His posture was so relaxed it was almost languid, the cuffs of his dark gray cashmere cardigan rolled up to his forearms, the silver cufflinks refracting tiny points of light. He didn't lift his eyes until the bodyguards forced the person to their knees in front of him. "Unexpected guest." Fu Yanci's voice was steady, devoid of any emotional fluctuation. He set the glass on the coffee table in front of him, his slender fingers tapping lightly against the rim of the glass. "My little one, whom I've raised for three years, has finally learned how to go out and see the world for the first time. But sweetheart, the world outside is very chaotic."