Neglected Heir

While his grandmother and mother filled the room with noisy chatter, Shen Zeming’s gaze rested on his grandfather.

The man, the former patriarch of the Shen family, was quick to laughter, but Shen Zeming noticed the sharpness in his grandfather’s eyes. Hidden behind thin gold-rimmed glasses, those eyes flicked briefly in his direction.

It was a glance that felt clinical, like a quick scan for flaws—devoid of acknowledgment or emotion. There was no hesitation, no pause in his conversation, as though Shen Zeming were little more than a fleeting thought, unworthy of interrupting the lively discussion. Unlike his grandmother, who noticed the nuances of his appearance, his grandfather seemed entirely unbothered.

‘So this is what a distant-yet-close relationship means,’ Shen Zeming mused inwardly. That his grandfather, Shen Tao, hadn’t even greeted or approached him felt strange, especially considering that the original Shen Zeming was the heir to the Shen family.