Jiangcheng, autumn rainy night.
Lin Xiu stood in front of the third-floor attic window of the Shen family villa, looking at the brightly lit banquet hall in the garden downstairs. There, his wife Shen Qingyan was celebrating the successful listing of the family business, and the house was full of guests and full of laughter.
And he, in the eyes of everyone, was just a poor son-in-law who rose to power through marriage, and was not even qualified to attend the banquet.
"Lin Xiu, Madam asked you to clean the attic." The housekeeper's cold voice came from the door, "Remember, don't go downstairs, don't embarrass the Shen family."
Lin Xiu nodded silently, but his fingers unconsciously rubbed the simple dragon-shaped jade pendant around his neck - this was the only relic left by his father before his death after the tragic family accident seven years ago.
Seven years ago, he was the heir to the Lin family, the most wealthy family in Beijing, and a business genius. At the age of fifteen, he controlled billions of family assets. Overnight, his father died in a car accident and his mother disappeared mysteriously. He was kicked out of the Lin family and lived on the streets. Even his name was erased from the family tree.
Now, he hides his name and joins the Shen family, a second-rate family in Zanjiang City, just to find a clue to the truth back then.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Lin Xiu wiped the windows and his eyes fell on an inconspicuous silhouette in the corner of the garden - that was Zhao Jianguo, the richest man in Jiangnan Province. At this moment, he was respectfully holding an umbrella for a mysterious figure.
Lin Xiu's pupils shrank suddenly.
The man Zhao Jianguo respectfully called "Dragon Lord" was the masked man who saved his life on the night of the Lin family's destruction!
"Seven years have passed." Lin Xiu held the jade pendant tightly, and lightning flashed across his resolute face outside the window. "It's time to let everyone know that the dragon has never left the abyss."
