The Thorne Estate was a sprawling fortress of marble and glass. For a week, You Feng was a ghost in a mansion. He met his family properly, though the tension was thick enough to cut.
His older brothers, Kenji and Hiro, were corporate sharks. They looked at You Feng's 10% shareholding—which appeared mysteriously in the family records the day he arrived—with a mix of suspicion and respect. His sister Miyu tried to buy his affection with designer clothes, while little Hana just wanted to touch his white hair.
But it was Ren, his twin, who spent the most time with him.
"You have to wear the uniform, You Feng," Ren said, adjusting his own silk tie in the mirror of their shared dressing wing. "St. Jude's isn't like the streets. They fight with words, money, and status."
You Feng pulled on the white dress shirt. It felt tight. His lats were too wide, his chest too thick. He didn't have the "lean" look of a billionaire's son; he had the "dense" look of a heavyweight.
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You Feng felt a sharp sting in his brain as centuries of knowledge poured in. He looked at Ren's Latin textbook on the desk. He could read it better than the author now.
"I don't care about their words," You Feng said, buttoning the shirt. The fabric strained against his chest. He didn't tell Ren that the Dragon Tattoo on his skin was currently glowing beneath the cotton.