Author's POV
The lavish villa belonging to Huang Chenglong's family was a stark contrast to the tension simmering within its walls. As soon as the heavy oak door closed behind them, shutting out the eyes and ears of Huang Jiang's estate, a palpable shift occurred.
Like masks being ripped away, the veneers of feigned respect and concern vanished, revealing the true, sinister colors beneath. Huang Chenglong's face was mottled with rage, his eyes blazing with avarice denied.
"That addled old fool!" he spat, slamming his fist against the marbled side table. An ornate vase teetered precariously before Feng Xiaojie steadied it with a worried glance towards her fuming father-in-law.
"Father, please, calm yourself," she urged, ever the voice of reason. "We don't want to draw any undue attention."
