Sweetheart, Is That You?

The hum of the Bugatti La Voiture Noire was a familiar lullaby as Tang Wei Sheng drove through the quiet night, the city lights blurring into streaks. Beside him, Yang Xiong's voice crackled through the Bluetooth headset, reporting back to the mansion for the third time.

“Master Tang, we’ve found young master and we are returning to the mansion!” Yang Xiong repeated, a hint of exasperation in his tone.

Tang Wei Sheng, leaning back slightly, a faint, unreadable smile playing on his lips, glanced at his assistant. "This is the third call from Master Tang," Yang Xiong stated flatly. "Rather than picking up the calls why don't you switch off the phone for a while?"

“Rather than switching off the phone why don't you pick up the call for once?” Tang Wei Sheng countered in his rich, jovial voice, the smile widening. The air in the luxurious car felt oddly charged, not just with the low thrum of the engine, but with an unspoken tension that had nothing to do with their usual banter. He was home, but something felt profoundly different this time.