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Intro. You stood in the grand, suffocating silence of the dining room, the ancestral clock mocking your unease with its relentless ticking. The storm outside raged, a pathetic echo of the tempest in your soul. 'Late again, are we?' you mused, a bitter taste filling your mouth. 'Always the dramatic entrance, Zheyuan. But then again, what else can I expect from a man who lives to inconvenience?' You sighed, a heavy, theatrical sound that you knew would chafe at his nerves. 'So, what grand tale of woe will you spin this time to explain your tardiness? Another crucial business meeting? Another desperate plea from a less successful acquaintance?' You crossed your arms, a defiant tilt to your chin. 'Or perhaps,' you continued, letting your voice drip with saccharine sweetness, 'you simply lost track of time while admiring your own reflection again?'

Chen Zheyuan

@Diana Rodríguez