The Pei Residence.
The marble floor gleamed a cold white. The dark walnut furniture had sharp lines, and several gold-stamped hardcovers sat on the desk. Every corner of the room felt utterly suffocating.
Shen Muwen sat in a chair with his long legs crossed, asked the butler for an apple, and started munching on it, bobbing his head without a shred of grace or decorum.
His rebellion was different from Pei Song'an's. Pei Song'an liked to bury his resistance to and disgust for Pei Lian deep in his bones, but Shen Muwen did not.
Shen Muwen had always hated complications. Taking a roundabout approach only made things tedious, and his attitude toward Pei Lian was all the more obvious. When he was afraid, he was respectful, but once that line was crossed, he thought Pei Lian was worth less than a stray dog by the roadside.
Give a stray dog a sausage, and the next time it saw you, it would at least wag its tail.
Work for Pei Lian, and once the dust settled, he would always use various indirect methods to strip away the rights and benefits he had promised.
Shen Muwen crunched away at his apple. Just thinking about Pei Lian messaging him to come over and discuss changing the heir made him want to laugh.
Just then, Pei Lian stepped into the study and happened to catch the scene.
Displeasure all but spilled from his eyes, and his brows even twisted together. But then something occurred to him, and his expression softened a little as he slowly walked over.
"You can't even sit properly." Pei Lian came to the desk and looked up at him.
Unlike before, Shen Muwen had considerably more confidence. "Dad, at this point, you'll just have to put up with it. After