𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 (𝓔𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷) [𝐄𝐧𝐝]

Chapter_twelve

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Huang Mansion, Wuzi, Xiangbu Rd.

Huang Jingyu, a handsome, tall and charismatic figure, exuding a calm aura, stood with his hands in his coat pockets. His pitch black bead gazed into the distance, through the rows of palm trees that lined the mansion's courtyard. Looking up at the morning sky covered in gray clouds. His face that looks patient and calm is able to cover the rage inside him. His arrival in Zhuhai city was not only to visit his parents' graves, he also intended to manage a place belonging to the Huang family. As the last descendant of Huang Guangyun, he should be able to maintain the only property belonging to the family.

He realized that in that city the Huang Guangyun clan could no longer act as arbitrarily as before. His father's power collapsed upon his death. Their families were shattered, torn apart with properties disappearing one by one. After feeling strong enough to emerge in a harsh life, he is now back to the place where his father's former glory almost ruled the entire city of Zhuhai.

While in Beijing, the city after his departure from Zhuhai as a child, he was educated to be an educated person, broad-minded but calm in the face of any situation. After seeing for himself his brothers were hostile to each other and even had the heart to kill just for the sake of fighting over the power and inheritance of his father. In order to save his position and rights someday, he was taken and raised by his eldest brother-in-law. Trained to become what it is today and advised not to attach importance to power and ambition for the sake of his safety.

Here he is now.

In this Zhuhai, he just wants to live in peace, inherit his father's property, manage and advance his only place. He had absolutely no interest in fighting the mafia that was ruling Zhuhai at the moment. He just wants to be an ordinary citizen who is free to do anything without being in the spotlight of the authorities.

"Young master?"

One soft greeting awakened Huang Jingyu's consciousness. With a long sigh, he turned to find his bodyguard named Fu Zi standing with a restless expression.

"What is it?"

"Someone wants to meet you."

"Who?" Jingyu frowned in surprise.

Fu Zi shook his head in confusion. “A young man. He didn't say anything, just said one name. Wang Yibo."

"Wang Yibo?"

Huang Jingyu twisted his body, furrowing his brows even deeper. He didn't recognize someone by that name. Moreover, not many people know about his arrival to Zhuhai city.

“I have no friends here. Why did someone suddenly come?”

“He said you must have heard of the Wang clan who used to have power in Zhuhai before Mr. Han Zhi."