A Graduation Gift

G City, international airport.

Black leather shoes clicked on the floor, as a tall figure in black cut his way through the swarming crowds.

He stopped and leaned his angular face to the side. His expression was hidden by dark, expensive-looking sunglasses. Despite the pushing crowds, a stream of space remained around where he stood.

A black stretch Lincoln was waiting at the gate of the airport. As soon as he stepped outside, he was surrounded by a group of imposing men in smartly pressed black suits. They turned to him and bowed their heads in respect.

"Welcome back, boss."

The tallest of the men stepped forward, gesturing to the man and speaking in a clear, low voice.

The figure remained silent, but his thin sculpted lips pursed and lifted into slow, crooked smile. Slender fingers took the sunglasses from his face. And underneath them, his eyes held a frightening, challenging depth.

After ten years, he was finally back. The city was both strange and familiar to him. As the figure strode towards the car under the protecting of his guards, his eyes roamed around. And his lips pressed again into a thin smile. Something about him made the people walking past unable to look at anything but him, until he turned his gaze to them and they hastily scurried away.

He, Rufus Luo, was finally back.

In Tang house, Jill sat in the quiet living room, gently sipping a cup of cosmetic tea.

Meanwhile, Horace paced back and forth across the floor, contstantly checking the phone gripped tightly in his hand.

To anyone looking through the window, the scene from last night might not have happened. The house seemed still.

after that. On the first night in Tang house, she slept peacefully. All she wanted now was calm, and stability.

the Tang family, I should be a good

Mother and

derisively. She was always not satisfied with this daughter-in-law. From the slight nod that Horace gave her, she gathered that he had something on

at work, so the three of them were alone in the house. Cassandra looked at the two people in front of her and realised that something unusual might have happened. She thought she felt a tension in the air. And she tried not to let her nervousness show. Curious though she was, Cassandra knew better than to ask if anything was wrong. In any case, she had never felt the need to make small talk.

call to Lionel,

room when she heard these words, and realised that Horace had been speaking to her. She turned

You think he should be here to welcome back that dirty

tea, and Cassandra saw a look of disgust flash across her usually-composed face.

what? A dirty

the person they were referring to...Could it

your tongue! Rufus is my son. You will not speak of him in this manner. Why should Lionel not be home to welcome his elder

in low angry tones, Cassandra thought about what she had heard. 'Wow, Lionel's older brother. So he must be the eldest son

of his

The mention of this person had sparked her interest. She had known that the Tang family had a complex and difficult dynamic, but to find

by the ring of Horace's phone. Horace's face transformed into a joyful smile. He placed it to his

arrived yet? I'll come and collect

away his cell phone and waved to the servants of the Tang family. They arranged themselves in a neat,

out with me