Fu Ling didn't wake until the sun was already high overhead.
When he cracked his eyes open, the light streaming through the curtains was dazzling. He blinked, reached for his phone on the nightstand, and frowned when the screen lit up. 11:47 a.m.
He hadn't meant to sleep in this late. Still, after the exhaustion of yesterday's endless tapping and meetings, his body had demanded the rest. How has he not known until now that simply pressing buttons on your phone was such a chore?
He washed up quickly, dressed in a plain hoodie and dark jeans, and ate a light breakfast before heading out. The car took him directly toward the villa.
By the time they arrived, the faint thrum of machinery and the metallic clang of tools already filled the air.
The contractors were efficient. Several men were measuring the perimeter, while others unloaded steel rods, concrete bags, and wooden planks. Temporary scaffolding had been erected, and at least two cement mixers were already spinning.
