Xie Zi Han stood before the Yang family's gates - No. Not Xie Zi Han. He had already shed away that identity the moment the plane had landed in Beijing.
From this moment onwards until the last of his breath, he would be called Yang Cheng. That was who he was now, and that was the man stepping into the Yang family's mansion.
His first impression of Yang Ruo Xuan as he met him was that of an authoritarian. He could see it in his eyes that he was used to ruling people like his subjects, almost in a tyrannical way. His face held the wrinkles that told the saga of his old age, but the harsh streak from his eyes hadn't mellowed down one bit.
Yang Cheng stood before him. The only tip he had gotten from the now Xie Zi Han was to never give in to Yang Ruo Xuan. The moment he would let his control over him would be the moment he would lose all his freedom. In a way, being a rebel was the only way to keep his sanity.
"Grandpa-"
