Hua Xiu was living under a false name: Wang Rou. Like this, he distanced himself from his family. He had no desire to take control of his father's company. He was not an aggressive businessman like his older brother, and so he had stepped aside. Not only was it not his thing, but he really didn't want to deal with his brother constantly coming after him. It was easier this way.
Wang Rou had gotten his own apartment in the city. It was luxurious. Even though he had stepped away from the company, he still benefited from his family's riches. His father cared deeply for him, after all, and wanted him to be taken care of.
Wang Rou had everything he could ever want, but his life still felt empty. There was no real purpose to his existence. He didn't work, didn't really have any hobbies... He spent most of his time going to museums or traveling to new places. He enjoyed art, but didn't create any of his own.
On this day, he woke up a bit later than usual. After making himself a cup of tea, he made his way over to the window that faced down into a beautiful garden that was kept up by the people living nearby. As he sipped on his drink, he noticed an artist setting up a canvas in the garden. Interest piqued, Wang Rou watched him closely.
Not having any plans, Liu Jiayi decided to wander the city, particularly where underworlders liked to gather. He had already beaten off a few minor thugs and was feeling rather proud of himself when he sensed a presence in the alleyway to his right. Glancing sideways, he paused before entering the dark alley.
"Hello?" he called out softly. Upon seeing a young man slumped against the wall, he rushed forward and knelt before him. "Oh, oh no! You're hurt, okay. Let me help you, yeah? I have some medicine in my pouch..."
Jiayi pull a small pouch from where it was tied to his belt and opened it, rummaging around the contents and looking for the medicinal salve he always carried with him.
Wang Rou had gotten his own apartment in the city. It was luxurious. Even though he had stepped away from the company, he still benefited from his family's riches. His father cared deeply for him, after all, and wanted him to be taken care of.
Wang Rou had everything he could ever want, but his life still felt empty. There was no real purpose to his existence. He didn't work, didn't really have any hobbies... He spent most of his time going to museums or traveling to new places. He enjoyed art, but didn't create any of his own.
On this day, he woke up a bit later than usual. After making himself a cup of tea, he made his way over to the window that faced down into a beautiful garden that was kept up by the people living nearby. As he sipped on his drink, he noticed an artist setting up a canvas in the garden. Interest piqued, Wang Rou watched him closely.
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Not having any plans, Liu Jiayi decided to wander the city, particularly where underworlders liked to gather. He had already beaten off a few minor thugs and was feeling rather proud of himself when he sensed a presence in the alleyway to his right. Glancing sideways, he paused before entering the dark alley.
"Hello?" he called out softly. Upon seeing a young man slumped against the wall, he rushed forward and knelt before him. "Oh, oh no! You're hurt, okay. Let me help you, yeah? I have some medicine in my pouch..."
Jiayi pull a small pouch from where it was tied to his belt and opened it, rummaging around the contents and looking for the medicinal salve he always carried with him.