[Seven Years Ago]
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Luo Wanting returned home from another full day of work. He couldn't wait for the day his old man retired so that he could take full control of the company without feeling suffocated. At home, his father treated him as if he didn't exist. But at work, he was his most precious son, the firstborn he was so proud of—bullshit, he thought.
He went around the back of the estate, toward the garden, heading over to his wing. He was glad of his suite, his sanctuary. Despite living with his family, the suite was as big as an apartment, and it was all he needed for himself.
Luo Wanting turned a corner when he saw Luo Tian walking alongside the path with an arm hooked around a girl. Shi Ailin. She was his brother's friend or lover—he didn't know or could ever tell. She had brown hair, pretty eyes, a lithe figure, but there was nothing extraordinary about her.
She glanced his way and looked away fast and shyly.
