The quiet hum of the car's engine was a soothing backdrop to the conversation unfolding between us. Wang Chen's earlier revelations and the intensity of our kiss had left me both exhilarated and contemplative. Now, as we settled into the comfortable silence of the car, I could sense a shift in the atmosphere—a more serious tone as Wang Chen began to open up.
He leaned back against the seat, his gaze focused on the passing lights outside the window. The city lights flickered across his face, casting shifting patterns that mirrored the turbulence I could sense within him. I remained silent, giving him the space to share what was weighing on his mind.
"It's not just personal matters I have to deal with," Wang Chen began, his voice low and reflective. "My father, the mogul... he's a force of nature. He's not someone you can easily navigate around."
I turned slightly toward him; my curiosity piqued. "What do you mean by that? What's it like dealing with him?"
