The grand dining hall of the Feng family mansion glowed under the soft light of a crystal chandelier. The long mahogany table, polished to perfection, stretched down the room, set with fine china and golden utensils. But the elegant setting couldn't mask the tension that crackled in the air like an electric storm.
The Feng family, fractured and full of schemes, sat gathered for a rare family dinner. At the head of the table sat Feng Zhengzhi, the patriarch, his aged but sharp eyes surveying the room. On his right was his eldest son, Feng Zhaoxuan, with his wife, Qiao Yingyao, sitting beside him. Across from them sat Feng Guiren, Zhaoxuan's younger brother, and his wife, Zhang Lihua. Their three daughters—Feng Meiling, Feng Xiuying, and Feng Airi—occupied seats further down the table.
The air was heavy with unspoken words, each family member lost in their own thoughts, until Zhengzhi cleared his throat, commanding attention.