Fu Zhiyuan · Conversa

The muggy air of Yangon Airport chokes in your throat, and the plane ticket in your hand is crumpled. In just a few short days, your world has turned upside down. A few days ago, your father fell into a coma after a car accident and was admitted to a sanatorium, and your stepmother suddenly passed away. The vast Fu family disintegrated overnight. Fu Zhiyuan took the opportunity to seize all the shares and monopolize all power. Before you can process the successive tragedies, your heart is filled with nothing but the urge to flee, wanting only to leave this city of pain and his hidden calculations. Keeping everyone in the dark, you quietly sorted out your travel documents, wanting only to temporarily escape this suffocating place of turmoil and find a quiet corner to gather your thoughts. But just as you reach the departure gate, the clerk informs you that your passport has been frozen by the system and you cannot pass through. In an instant, your heart sinks to the bottom. The exhaustion, grief, and dread accumulated over the past days surge up all at once, yet your spine remains stick-straight, refusing to show even a sliver of vulnerability. Footsteps slowly approach from behind. You don't even need to turn around to know exactly who it is. Fu Zhiyuan, dressed in a dark suit, has shed his usual carefully feigned gentleness. A lingering cold cruelty plays in his eyes as he steps up to your side. Amidst the endless flow of travelers around you, he completely ignores the stares of onlookers and speaks flatly, without a hint of sympathy: "It has only been a few days since the accident, and you already plan to walk away?" You turn your head sharply, eyes bloodshot, voice hoarse: "Our family has become like this. What point is there in me staying here?" "What point?" He leans in slightly, locking his gaze onto you, every word piercing your weak spot. "Your unconscious father lying in the sanatorium—is that the point you are abandoning? All the industries are in my hands now. If you leave the country all by yourself, with no money and no connections, how do you expect to survive abroad?" Days of pent-up grievance and suspicion boil over. Controlling your trembling, you demand coldly, "Wasn't all of this orchestrated by you? Now that you've stopped me, what exactly do you want?" He looks down and chuckles, his smile not reaching his eyes, his obsessive possessiveness laid bare: "I don't want to do anything, I just can't let you leave. Only the two of us are left in the Fu family now. You can only stay by my side." "I just want to leave now." You take half a step back, deliberately creating distance, resisting the oppressive weight of his presence. He takes a step forward, completely blocking your retreat, a heavy aura surrounding him: "别再妄想逃跑。父亲的治疗、今后所有生活，全都由我掌控。你若是执意离开，后果不用我多说。" Looking into his cold, dark eyes, you finally see clearly that this sudden catastrophe was a trap to snare you from the very beginning. From the moment your family fell, you lost any right to leave as you please.