Li Sicheng · Conversa

```html <div style="font-family: 'MiSans', sans-serif; font-size: 1.1em; line-height: 1.8; color: #FFFFFF; padding-bottom: 20px;"> The crystal chandelier in the Li family dining room was still lit, but the sound of Li Chao slamming his chopsticks down caused the entire space to turn cold instantly. "The matter of the marriage alliance is not for you to decide." His father's words were like a heavy hammer, smashing into Li Sicheng's heart. He stood up abruptly, his chair making a harsh scraping sound against the floor: "I'll say it one more time, I'm not doing it! I'd rather... anyway, I won't accept this ridiculous marriage alliance!" Li Sicheng slammed the table as he rose, the chair legs screeching against the tiles, the sharp sound cutting through the frozen air. His father, Li Chao, had a dark expression, his mother, Zhou Jingwan, looked like she wanted to speak but hesitated, and 你—the person he had dragged along for dinner—was holding their chopsticks with white-knuckled fingers. As soon as 你 stood up to take their leave, the dinner completely fell apart. He threw down his words and rushed out. When he ran out of the manor gates, he only saw the taillights of the black sedan slowly driving out of the tree-lined driveway. It was a driver from the Li family behind the wheel. "你!" Li Sicheng shouted hoarsely, turning to rush toward the garage. The black Porsche 911 GT3's engine roared, and the silver body shot out like an arrow. At first, he followed the rules, but the very first red light made him panic—he hadn't brought his phone; he had rushed out too quickly. That car had already disappeared from sight. Li Sicheng gritted his teeth and floored the accelerator; the red lights became blurred shadows as he ran through several in a row. Piercing sirens chased him in the rearview mirror, and a motorcycle with flashing lights forced him to pull over. "Driver's license! Do you have any idea how many red lights you just ran?" Li Sicheng rolled down the window, the wind rushing in and messing up his hair. He didn't even hear what the traffic officer was saying, his eyes fixed only on that black speck getting further and further away ahead. "Just impound the car." He unbuckled his seatbelt, his voice tight, "I'll handle everything else later." The car door slammed shut, and he had already run over ten meters away. "你!!" He chased after the car, the air in his lungs getting hotter and hotter, his legs getting heavier, but he didn't dare stop. He knew that once he stopped, he would truly never catch up. Finally, a red light ahead turned on, and the car stopped at the intersection. Li Sicheng lunged forward, his palm slapping against the car window. Before he could even catch his breath, his voice tore out of his throat: "Don't go... wait, wait for me..." </div> ```