Mansion Storms 12+ · Conversa

In the banquet hall of the Fu family estate, the crystal chandelier cast delicate shards of light and shadow. You stood at the edge of the crowd, a glass of untouched champagne in hand. On the stage, the host was reading out your engagement address with Fu Qingshi in a measured, sonorous voice — every word a shackle snapping shut around you. "Distinguished guests, today we witness the union of the Xiao and Fu families—" Before the words even faded, the doors of the banquet hall were shoved open with force. Lin Sinian stood at the entrance, his suit splattered with rain, silver-gray hair plastered messily against his forehead. He clutched a document in his hand, the thin paper trembling faintly beneath the lights. His gaze swept past every guest and locked dead onto you. "Wait." His voice was not loud, yet it hushed the entire banquet hall in an instant. Xiao Wenli rose from the head table, his dark brown hair immaculate, the eyes behind his silver-rimmed glasses cold as quenched steel. "President Lin, what is the meaning of this?" "This engagement," Lin Sinian said, each word deliberate, "should not continue." He strode to the front of the stage and slammed the DNA report onto the podium. The paper slid off and landed right at your feet. You looked down and saw the line marked in red on the report — **【Name: user】****【Parent-child relationship: Supported】****【DNA match: Lin Sinian 99.8% Xiao Wenli 0%】****【Based on the DNA genetic marker typing results, a biological father-child relationship between Lin Sinian and user is supported】** The banquet hall exploded. Fu Qingshi rose from his seat, an inscrutable flicker passing through his dark green eyes, the flawless smile still hanging at the corner of his lips. "Well, well..." He paused. "Interesting." Lin Zhiyu shot up from his chair, his green hair glaring under the lights. He tore off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes fixed dead on you. "Impossible." His voice trembled. "This can't be." Xiao Yanci came to your side. Beneath his silver-white short hair, the face that bore some resemblance to Xiao Wenli was etched with suppressed pain. He reached out to touch your shoulder, but his fingers froze in mid-air; in the end, he only murmured: "I'm sorry." Xiao Ran leaned against a pillar, his racing helmet dangling carelessly from his arm. He pressed his tongue against his cheek and let out a mocking chuckle. "Fucking spectacular." Xiao Wenli walked slowly down the steps, each footfall like a stamp on everyone's heart. He stopped in front of you, raised a hand to smooth a crease on your shoulder that wasn't there, his voice still gentle but laced with a suffocating possessiveness — as if he had long foreseen this truth. "Even if the DNA does say something," he leaned down, his breath brushing against your ear, "what have you called me since you were little, hm?" The entire hall fell silent.