MASKED FACES || SEVENTEEN

⛥ FORTY EIGHT ⛥

Yn stared at the person before her, struck speechless by the audacity of his actions. Kidnapping her in the dead of night was one thing, but now he had the nerve to bring her to this secluded spot, where the vast expanse of the night sky was illuminated by an array of glittering stars. The person stood calmly next to her, leaning against the car as if he had done nothing more than plan a midnight picnic.

The sight was almost surreal, like a scene ripped straight from a movie. Yn felt a shiver run down her spine as she took in the vastness of the open space, the stars above seemingly mocking her predicament. He stood nonchalantly next to her, his eyes fixed on the sky, seemingly impervious to the fear and panic that was coursing through her veins. Yn couldn't help but wonder what twisted game he was playing, and what he had in store for her next.

Yn let out a frustrated sigh as she looked at him. "Are you fucking serious?" she asked incredulously. 
He just shrugged in response, his casual demeanor only adding to her annoyance. Yn couldn't believe the audacity of this person, bringing her here against her will and then acting as if it was all a big joke. She could feel her anger beginning to boil over, but she forced herself to take a deep breath and stay calm.

Her voice was strained as she spoke, her eyes narrowing in frustration. "You hurt me just yesterday," she reminded him, "and now you've gone and kidnapped me."

His gaze finally turned to her, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. There was something unsettling about the blank expression in his eyes, like he was studying her like a specimen under a microscope.
"Do you want me to die?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

He finally spoke, his voice chillingly calm.
"Why would I bother to kidnap you if I wanted you dead?" he asked. "It would be so much easier to just kill you in your own bed."
His words sent a shiver down her spine as she realized he was right. He could have taken her life so easily, so why go through the trouble of kidnapping her?

She leaned against the car, her shoulders slumped in defeat. "Fine," she said, her voice tinged with resignation. "What are your intentions?"
He remained silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on her. She could see the wheels turning in his head, calculating his next move.

He began to speak, his voice oddly detached and emotionless. "My full name is Xu Minghao," he began. "I'm originally from Beijing, China."
She listened carefully, her eyes fixed on his face which still remained expressionless. For a moment, she almost wondered if he was some sort of robot, his mannerisms were so unnatural.

He went on, "My father was the head of the Xu industries, built by my grandfather. My mother was a model."
She nodded, realizing that he came from a family of wealth and status, born into privilege and success. She looked away from him back at the view as she continued listening to him.

He then spoke fondly, "I had an older brother, Xu Xiheng," he said, a small smile playing on his lips.
"I loved my brother. He was like my role model," he continued. "He was two years older than me, talented, studious, skilled in Kung Fu."
She could hear the note of reverence in his voice as he spoke about his brother, as if he had held him in high regard.

His expression turned solemn as he spoke, "My mother was a caring woman and my father was a doting man to his family"
There was a pause before he continued, his eyes fixed on the sky. "But my mother didn't know, it was all because of her brother, where it all started."
His words hung heavy in the air, and she could almost feel the weight of his unspoken burden.

His tone turned cold as he spoke, "My uncle wanted half of my father's company's shares, but my father refused to give them because he knew of my uncle's ill-doings."
He paused for a moment, his expression hardening. "My uncle got angry and... decided to take matters into his own hands."