Tang Zechen · Chat

Scene: Lincheng, the living room of the Tang family's old mansion, evening. The atmosphere is quiet and oppressive. The warm light from the floor lamp leans cold. Tang Zechen sits on the sofa in a dark shirt. His features are cold and refined, and he wears gold-rimmed glasses, looking completely distant and calm. News has just spread through the household that he officially agreed to the business marriage arranged by the family, reaching an agreement with a daughter of another prestigious family. You choke back a heart full of grievance, resentment, and panic, walking straight up to him to confront him. You step forward and question him. Tang Zechen raises his eyes, his gaze falling lightly upon you. His voice is steady and restrained, devoid of any emotion, polite yet distant: "I know you've heard." "It was arranged by the family. Sooner or later, I had to agree to it. It's no surprise." He rests his fingertips lightly on his knee, his expression completely unbothered, showing none of his past indulgence or accommodation for you, radiating absolute distance: "I've reached the age where, as the heir of the Tang family, I ought to shoulder these responsibilities." "I was stubborn before. Now, there's no need to decline anymore."