Xu Wei, twenty-five years old, was a burly man with thick lips, small eyes, and a face riddled with pockmarks; from a distance, he looked like a winter melon that had gained sentience. Through his father’s connections, he served as the vice director of the People’s Commune Revolutionary Committee. It was only a small-time position in the countryside, but the authority granted to the Revolutionary Committee in this era made him feel incredibly powerful. In these times, if other people couldn't get ahead, it was only because they lacked real power. Relying on the perks of his status, he moved about with a pack of lackeys in tow, living a life of influence. Most of the educated youth sent to the countryside—at least those with decent looks and average family backgrounds—had all been ravaged by him.
But even the most beautiful among them were nothing compared to Sang Zhi, his stepmother’s niece. She was gorgeous and had a wonderful figure; a single accidental glance from her could steal a person’s soul. Ever since he had first seen her, he had lost interest in everyone else. Sang Yanfei was a sensible woman; knowing she held little sway in the Xu household, she was willing to offer her own niece to curry favor with him. He would hardly be a man if he didn't accept.
Their plan today was to seize the child when the opportunity arose, then have Sang Zhi step in to "care" for him, before his own men swooped in to snatch the boy away. When the Municipal Overseas Chinese Affairs Offi…
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