At the family banquet, Father suddenly announced, "This is your Uncle Fu Chengyu. He'll be taking over the group from now on."
At twenty-five, I stared at his far-too-young face. His voice was the same as that of the man in my dreams.
Late that night, I barged into his study. "Uncle, what tricks did you use to talk Dad into giving you the family fortune?"
The tip of his fountain pen slid slowly down my back and stopped at the small of my waist. "Tricks? For example, making you keep quiet right now."
His breathing suddenly turned ragged. "Don't look at me like that."
As I slammed the door on my way out, I heard the sharp crack of his fountain pen snapping in two.
