The Secret Hidden in This Mansion

The Fang family's young master had lived in unease for as long as he could remember.

He didn't like his emotionally distant father, hated his older brother, who had to snatch everything for himself, and feared his mother, who was obsessed with maintaining her beauty. His birth had been entirely unnecessary. Rather than the "beloved youngest son" so common in other families, he was more like a pet whose presence barely registered.

When his mother was in a good mood, she would play with him as if he were a kitten or puppy—even when he said he didn't want to play.

When his father made money in business, he would buy him expensive gifts he had no use for, as though money could take the place of affection and preserve their father-son relationship.

His older brother wanted to learn everything. Even at a young age, he knew an astonishing amount, including how to bully an innocent child and keep their parents' attention fixed on himself.

And when they were in a bad mood, the young master became their punching bag. Even the tiniest mistake gave them an excuse to punish him: making him kneel in the ancestral hall, slapping him, refusing to feed him...

Once, he accidentally knocked over a box of his mother's cosmetics. That was the worst beating he ever got.

She beat him until his skin split and his flesh was torn. He cried and begged her to stop, but she ignored him, continuing until he passed out.

In a daze, the young master wondered: Were movie stars really such terrifying people? Why did people like a woman whose face could twist into such a vicious expression? Why were they so crazy about her?

Perhaps he had been hurt so badly that time that his older brother