Xiao Zheng sat calmly in his private office, his fingers idly tapping the wooden surface of his desk. The once-majestic Xiao family estate seemed quieter these days, the tension in the air thick enough to cut through. The family was on edge, but no one suspected the real cause of the chaos slowly eating away at them. Xiao Zheng had spent months orchestrating every move, manipulating key players within the family, and now, the fractures he had carefully created were beginning to show.
The Xiao family had always prided themselves on their unity, on their power. But Xiao Zheng knew better. The family's strength was built on a foundation of lies, secrets, and corruption. And he had returned not to help them rise, but to bring them crashing down. For months, he had been planting seeds of distrust, subtle enough not to draw attention, yet effective enough to create internal strife.