Chapter 210: Yang Bojun
In his hotel room, an aged man sat surrounded by years of records on the prominent Sun family - his obsession. Specifically, Sun Weijie, the callous man who had abandoned his pregnant mother decades ago to instead marry into affluence.
The old man, Sun Weijie’s illegitimate son, gazed bitterly at images of the billionaire tycoon who flourished by trampling foes and innocents alike in his ruthless ascent, his mother among the invisible casualties. He touched the locket with her photograph, the gentle woman the world repeatedly battered yet failed to harden.
Meanwhile, Sun Weijie enjoyed the riches and acclaim of his polished public image - the very picture of success. While the old man and his mother struggled in obscurity, barely scraping by until he had enough to take care of her.
But the old man bided his time as he quietly observed the illustrious Suns over the years, waiting to exact justice on his mother’s behalf. When Sun Lixia was kidnapped as a child, he realized vengeance had begun flowing at last. Yet now, against all odds, Sun Lixia had found her way back into the family fold after forty lost years.
No matter - the old man would exact from Sun Weijie the pain of losing a loved one, as retribution for his mother’s callous treatment. Sun Weijie’s reckoning was long overdue...and his illegitimate son would finally balance accounts, no matter the cost.
The old man glared bitterly at the recent photos of a beaming Sun Weijie embracing his newly returned daughter Sun Lixia. Bile rose in his throat seeing his callous father’s joy over the long lost daughter of his beloved wife.
As an penniless, unwed teenager, Sun Weijie had demanded the man’s mother to terminate the pregnancy to avoid scandal compromising his soaring ambitions. Yet decades later, here he was - richest tycoon in Shanghai, famed patriarch, welcoming home his long-lost daughter, completely forgetting about the woman he had made pregnant and then discarded like trash.
The old man nearly ripped the banquet photos in his burning grasp. His existence remained buried in secrecy and shame thanks to Sun Weijie’s youthful command. And his mother - the fool in love who paid the price of the wealthy magnate’s rise in status - was discarded on the streets, left to raise their son in poverty and ill-health.
While Sun Weijie’s legitimate offspring basked in privilege. But no more - the old man was Sun Weijie’s eldest, after all. And now, after years hiding in the shadows, he would claim his birthright. All the riches and glory of the vaunted Sun empire would be his, as firstborn son.
Let the joyous Sun Weijie fawn over his precious Sun Lixia. It would make toppling thegreat tycoon’s cherished legacy all the sweeter. For his long-suffering mother’s sake, the old man vowed to take everything from the man who took everything first. What was it they called such wayward offspring restored to the fold...ah yes - the prodigal son. The old man grinned. Indeed.
Yang Bojun picked up his phone and dialed an old contact.
"Yang Bojun!" the voice on the other end exclaimed delightedly. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I’m in Shanghai now," Bojun informed him.
"Outstanding news! We really must meet for coffee and catch up."
"Agreed, but first I need your assistance with something delicate," Bojun replied.
"Name it - anything for an esteemed friend."
Bojun steeled himself. "I need all available intel on the Sun family members. Every prominent figure - profiles, schedules, affiliations. The whole dynasty."
A brief pause. "Well now, that’s quite the request, isn’t it?" the voice mused. "Might I inquire as to why you need such sensitive details on one of the most powerful clans in Shanghai?"
Bojun clenched his jaw. "You know my history with Sun Weijie. I think it’s past time for a...reconciliation."
The friend whistled softly. "I see. And exactly what sort of reconciliation are we talking?"
"The kind where I regain what should have been mine from the start," Bojun said. "I’ll be taking my place as Sun Weijie’s rightful heir at last."
"Bold words..." his confidante chuckled. "Very well, old friend. I’ll tap my resources and have the intel for you within 48 hours."
"Good. Contact me when it’s compiled. I have work to do..."
Before ending the call, Yang Bojun adds "Also, I need to know when I can find the whole wretched Sun brood gathered. I intend to pay my dear father a visit..."
His friend chuckles "Not just a visit, I gather? Don’t worry - the timing and location of their little family reunions will be included. I take it you wish to strike while the iron’s hot and the mood is still joyous over the long lost princess’ return?"
"You know me well," Yang Bojun confirms with a smirk.
"Indeed - and what poetic justice, the unwanted illegitimate son crashing the celebrations." The friend laughs. "I’ll be sure to omit myself from your reported regime when you claim your crown!"
Yang Bojun grins wolfishly. "Never - unlike my esteemed sire, I reward loyalty. Together we’ll remind that wretched Sun dynasty the price to be paid for discarding innocents as expendable stepping stones."
His contact whistles appreciatively. "I look forward to seeing that. Give my regards to daddy dearest!"
With that, Yang Bojun ends the call, already savoring his imminent confrontation with Sun Weijie. How sweet it will be to watch the smug mogul’s face crumble when his bastard thought aborted surfaces to claim all that should have been his...Yes, Yang Bojun will relish every second of toppling the so-called honorable Sun leader from his vaunted pedestal. The time for justice has arrived at last.
Yang Bojun had sunk back into his chair, contemplating the impending showdown with his biological sire after a lifetime apart.
This would mark the first time laying eyes on the legendary Sun Weijie, reputed for his ruthless cunning and sharp business acumen within Shanghai’s highest elite social circles. Yang Bojun wondered if he would detect any resemblance between the billionaire tycoon’s aged features and his own hardened reflection as he coldly delivered decades of pent-up fury.
Perhaps they shared similarities in appearance or mannerisms that would give the callous magnate pause as his discarded progeny materialized without warning. Shocked recognition sinking in that the offspring he demanded terminated now stood poised to topple all that Sun Weijie sacrificed conscience and moral decency to achieve.
Yang Bojun had hoped seeing his father’s prized family empire under siege by the very child he thought long dead and buried would inflict crushing anguish. He wanted to personally witness the notorious Sun leader’s arrogance collapse under karmic humiliation and defeat. Because Sun Weijie had robbed Yang Bojun and his frail mother of prosperity, legitimacy and basic human dignity without a backwards glance.
ButYang Bojun never forgot. He had been patiently waiting for this ordained recompense his entire difficult existence navigating disdain aimed at those deemed less worthy in the unforgiving social strata. Let Sun Weijie finally reap the consequences for his reprehensible conduct. Yes, Yang Bojun would be certain to capture his every flinch of pain up-close for mother to savor later as her only son rose victorious.
Yang Bojun continued mentally scripting his impending confrontation with the illustrious Sun clan. As he envisioned surprising his callous father, Bojun also relished imagining the reactions of Sun Weijie’s legitimate heirs - the half-siblings that reaped bountiful privilege thanks to one youthful indiscretion covered up.
Yang Bojun pictured the entitled Sun scions gasping in astonishment at his sudden existence. How satisfying it would feel to knock those smug expressions awry on the privileged brood born into luxury that should have been his birthright.
And what of the latest Sun generation - his own nephews? Would Yang Bojun detect any traces of the founder’s ruthlessness already embedding in those impressionable heirs being groomed? He hoped so. It would make deposing the whole ruthless dynasty in one sweep even more pleasurable.
Yes, Yang Bojun mused as he swirled his drink, he will ensure every individual who benefits from Sun Weijie’s merciless ambition will equally endure the pain of losing everything when he seizes control as firstborn. All their wealth, prominence and stability pillaged callously as Sun Weijie did to Yang Bojun’s own youth through his mother’s suffering.
The time had come at last to teach the feared Sun family that one callous choice created ripples. And those wrongly cast aside would return like tidal waves to overwhelm all in their path - no matter how high the fortress or noble the name. Yang Bojun would see the dynasty fall....and this time, remain the sole survivor overseeing the ruins.
