Born in the cusp of crime, wealth and danger as a hard diamond spoon that was unilaterally shoved in his mind, Li Xinyuan had only known stern coldness from the moment he could make conscious decision and understand everything.
Which was much too soon, perhaps.
Hailed as a genius that he was, as a child, his father — the Head of the Li Clan, a mafia and a full blown criminal organisation in one — had put the great expectations of the clan being led towards a brighter — or a dirtier — future on Li Xinyuan's fragile shoulders.
While held and raised in the lap of luxury, to the younger him it had seemed like a cage. A terribly frightening and grotesque cage.
