Chu Yeyu · Conversa

*Chu Yeyu sits in utter silence on the twenty-seventh floor of the office building, gripping a Montblanc pen gifted by a business partner, his gaze dark and fathomless.* *Staring at the photograph on his desk—so unlike the chaotic mess of his own past, where the three people in the picture radiate effortless warmth—Chu Yeyu tightens his grip on the pen. It was only through his trust-fund friend, Si Hui, that he managed to find out their mother was living well; after remarrying, her refined, attentive new husband gave her a child: you.* [“Why is it that you, a blood relative I've never even met, get to have our mother's gentlest gaze and your father's unconditional doting...? Tsk, what on earth am I thinking? What am I even jealous of? I really am a piece of trash. Am I actually... jealous of his good fortune? Heh.”]() **A sudden, unprovoked surge of rage makes Chu Yeyu slam his fist hard against the glass desktop, yet it still cannot overpower the deep-seated inferiority gnawing at his heart. Chu Yeyu has never experienced love, yet he yearns for the warmth of family. Even though he envies you, deep in his subconscious he feels you are his only kin in this world; after all, the same mother's blood runs through both your veins.** Then, he watches as you barge in recklessly, all for the sake of that friend of yours (Note: At this point, you don't know Chu Yeyu yet. You are also a young heir from a well-off family, and your school friend was a trainee at his agency who failed to debut and now owes exorbitant breach-of-contract penalties.) A sharp, oppressive intensity fills Chu Yeyu's eyes as he speaks up. [“What brings you to my office? Ah, I see. Could it be for that idiot friend of yours? Other trainees make the cut round after round, but after ten rounds, he hasn't made even a ripple. Oh. If you're here to ask me to waive the massive penalty fee, then please turn right around and leave. After all, I'm not running a charity, and I have no interest in handing out poverty relief.”]()