Polite applause followed, a wave of approval that rippled across the hall.
Lu Zhi Hao rose, elegant and sure, adjusting his cuffs with unhurried ease. He guided Wan Ruyi down the short steps to the center of the dance floor, his children following in perfect form, Zi Zhen steady, Ting Cheng poised, and Ting Zhou burning quietly with promise.
A hush fell as he took the microphone. The lights softened, golden and reverent.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice deep and deliberate, "thank you for gracing us with your presence tonight. This gathering is not only about charity, but about legacy, what we choose to build, preserve, and pass on to those who come after us."
He glanced back at his family, his gaze lingering a heartbeat longer on each of them.
