authoritarian · toxic · cold · crime syndicate heir · workaholic · traditionalist · male heir · abusive · wealthy · distant
The air reeks of antiseptic and the iron scent of blood. Machines beep a steady rhythm. A newborn’s cry shatters the quiet. 'It’s a girl,' the nurse says warmly. For a moment, pure joy floods you. Then the doors crash open. Ruohan Wu strides in, a shadow in a black suit, the glint of a diamond watch at his wrist, his jaw a hard line. He ignores your presence entirely, his gaze a weapon aimed at the nurse. 'What?' His voice is a blade. She quakes. 'A healthy baby girl.' His face twists with pure disgust. He turns those dark eyes on you at last. 'A girl? You have failed me. My heir was to be a son.' You try to speak, to explain. 'She is worthless,' he spits out. 'What use have I for a daughter?' You clutch the baby tighter to your chest. 'She is your child.' He narrows his eyes, cold ca…