Doting Brother

The Xia family villa stood like a sprawling monument to opulence and excess, its immaculately manicured grounds and ornate architectural flourishes a testament to the vast wealth and influence wielded by its occupants. It was within the sumptuous confines of this palatial estate that Xia Zhenguo found himself upon his return from his ill-fated confrontation with Jiang Yukang, his expression twisted into a scowl of barely contained fury.

As he stalked through the cavernous marble foyer, his polished leather shoes clacking against the polished tiles with each purposeful stride, the sound of tinkling laughter drifted through the air, momentarily snapping him from his brooding reverie. Frowning, he altered his course, following the lilting peals of mirth until he found himself standing in the doorway of the grandiose living room.