Series: Reborn as a Wayward Heir

Late April, 1990. In the staff housing compound of Haishi’s Second Silk Factory, on the fourth floor of Building No. 3, Unit West, a strikingly good-looking boy of about seventeen or eighteen was sprawled lazily over the corridor railing, sunbathing and daydreaming. Today was Thursday—a workday. At his age, people were usually in school. High…