"Splash..."
On the 88th floor of a luxury hotel, An Qingyu stood quietly before the coffee machine, his head lowered as if lost in thought.
The rich aroma of coffee spread through the living room. An Qingyu came back to himself, picked up his cup, and walked toward the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window nearby.
Beneath the black canopy of the sky, the neon-lit modern city exuded an air of decadent luxury. Though it was already late at night, the city showed no sign of quieting down. Supercars occasionally streaked across the empty roads, their roaring engines tearing through the silent night before fading into the distance.
The clean, bright window clearly reflected the silhouettes of two young men.
"What do you think?" Lin Qiye, standing before the window, suddenly asked.
An Qingyu stirred the coffee in his hand. Steam fogged up his lenses. "Something doesn't feel right."
"I think so too." Lin Qiye nodded slightly. "Pangpang could be unreliable sometimes, but he had always cared deeply about our affairs. No matter how busy he was, he wouldn't have forgotten to receive us..."
An Qingyu pondered for a moment. "And that Young Master Jing gives me a strange feeling too."
"Exactly." Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes. "From the very beginning, that Butler Chang had been deliberately, or perhaps unintentionally, implying that everything we enjoyed was provided by Baili Jing. He never mentioned Pangpang at all, as if he were intentionally erasing his existence."
An Qingyu took a sip of coffee and thought for a while before speaking uncertainly. "A family power struggle?"
"That's possible."
"The Baili Family's business empire is far too vast. The position of chairman of the Baili Group and head of the family is enough to drive most people mad. If Baili Jing truly is as capable as Chang