And for that short, stolen moment, Li Feng allowed himself to simply exist… not as the powerful President Li, not as the heir carrying a crumbling legacy, but as a broken man sitting in a car, too exhausted to face the world beyond the cemetery gates.
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MEIYUN CITY
LI FAMILY MAIN MANSION
SAME MORNING – 10:00 AM
Sunlight spilled generously through the tall French windows of the main mansion, illuminating the elegant marble floors and the lingering scent of sandalwood incense burning in porcelain holders along the hallway.
In one of the upstairs bedrooms, Li Bo Yen groaned softly as he shifted under the thick cotton duvet.
Pain radiated through his ribs and shoulders, his face swollen and mottled with bruises.
The throbbing in his temples reminded him of the night's chaos with a sharp clarity that cut through his hangover haze.
