The Chen family mansion was the epitome of Shanghai's old wealth—tastefully luxurious, adorned with intricate art and priceless furniture that had been in the family for generations. Yet to Kai, the place felt less like a home and more like a museum, a shrine to a legacy he had little interest in preserving.
That evening, he sat across from his father in the private study, the silence between them thick and charged. His father finally spoke, his voice cool and measured.
"Kai, I received word from Mr. Zhang that you've been attending his tech events with little enthusiasm."
Kai let out a small sigh. "Father, I do attend. I shake hands, smile politely, and nod at the right moments. But it feels like—" He hesitated, searching for the right words. "Like I'm there as an ornament, not as myself."
His father's eyes narrowed. "You are there because our family's name carries weight, Kai. That isn't something you can afford to take lightly. Not everyone has this opportunity."
"Is it an opportunity, though? Or just an obligation dressed up as one?" Kai's tone was sharper than he intended, his frustration seeping through.
His father set down his glass, studying him. "If you'd rather not inherit this legacy, then say so. But remember, the world outside isn't as forgiving as you think. You'll find few who would reject what's being handed to you so freely."
The silence returned, even heavier this time. Kai felt the familiar push-and-pull within himself—the desire to prove himself and the resentment of being trapped by expectations he never chose. He left the study that night feeling as if he'd once again lost a silent battle, the weight of his father's words hanging over him like a shadow.