Working in an entertainment city, she naturally knew a saying that was popular in Beijing. "Gu, Li, Ouyang hold the universe, while Sun, Zhao, Cheng, and Yu stir winds and clouds." These were symbols of ultimate power and lofty status. And her youthful romance from years ago, unexpectedly, had gotten entwined with such a family.
Despite always being strong and composed, raising her son alone under the reputation of an unwed mother, enduring the finger-pointing of others, and caring for nothing but her son's growth, she couldn't help but feel afraid now. Although she had never seen much of the world and was just a waitress, she knew all too well what power was from working in a place concentrated with the rich and powerful. To them, she was as insignificant as an ant.
Hearing the words of the patriarch, the elder uncle's eyes flashed with a hint of dark hatred, not towards the patriarch, but his hands were clenched into fists as if holding back something.