The world must know who is the real heir of the Lei family!

In a well-lit, spacious art studio, the atmosphere hummed with a tranquil ambiance. The room was adorned with various artistic creations and the subtle scent of oil paints and turpentine. Soft classical music played in the background, adding to the serene atmosphere.

At the center of the room, a tall easel stood proudly, displaying a large canvas. The canvas was a blank slate, waiting to be transformed into a magnificent work of art. In front of this canvas was Lei Juncheng, the second young master of the Lei family. He was dressed in a white artist's smock, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, capable arms. His long, ebony hair cascaded down his back, creating a stark contrast against the white fabric. Each strand seemed to have a life of its own as it swayed gently with his movements. 

With a deft hand, he wielded a paintbrush loaded with vibrant colors, meticulously applying each stroke to the canvas. His graceful movements were fluid and deliberate, as if the brush were an extension of his very being. The portrait was a reflection of his immense talent, capturing the essence of his subject's beauty with each brushstroke.

As he was about to apply the last stroke, Lei Juncheng's cellphone rang. The cellphone displayed the name 'Mr. Lei.' He picked up the call to hear a male voice.

[Where are you, Juncheng? I had clearly told you to reach here before your brothers. I want the whole media to see who is the real heir of the Lei family. So come soon.]

[Yes, Mr. Lei.]

A sigh echoed from the other side of the phone.

[Can't you call me dad for once?]

[You know that I don't lie, Mr. Lei.]

[Even if you wish, you cannot change the fact that you are my son. When people will ask your identity, what answer will you give them?]

[Some people don't have any identity, Mr. Lei.]

[Stop spouting nonsense. I don't have time for all this. I am hanging up now. Come soon.]

Lei Juncheng looked at the phone screen for a moment before resuming his work. He did not care even a little bit about his father's instructions.

…

It was the middle of a sunny afternoon, but within the dimly lit club, time seemed to stand still. The music thumped loudly, reverberating through the expansive, lavishly decorated space.

At the center of this lavish setting, amidst a crowd of well-dressed club-goers, stood the third young master of the Lei family, Lei Junmo. Dressed in a tailored designer suit that exuded sophistication, Lei Junmo was the epitome of charisma and wealth. His dark, perfectly styled hair and sharp features gave him an air of undeniable allure, drawing attention from all corners of the room.

Surrounded by several glamorous young women, Lei Junmo held court, his magnetic presence evident in the way he effortlessly commanded the attention of those around him. The girls, dressed in glamorous attire, clung to his every word and movement, their laughter mingling with the pulsating music.

Lei Junmo held a glass of champagne, and as he raised it to his lips, his expression was one of careless indulgence. 

As the DJ continued to pump out infectious beats, light flashed on Lei Junmo's cellphone. The frivolous young master excused himself and exited the room. He then picked up the call to hear a panic-stricken voice.

[Brother Junmo, where are you? Do you know that I even called Brother Junshan but his number is unreachable? What should I do? What should I do?]

[Xiao Wan, please calm down. Don't panic, okay?]

[Brother Junmo, I don't know anything. You must come soon along with Brother Junshan and Brother Juncheng.]

[Xiao Wan, don't worry. Everyone will be there, okay? Remember what Brother Junshan had told you. Lei Wan is the strongest. So, you have to be strong.]

[Okay, brother.]

Lei Junmo shook his head on his beloved sister's panic. He put the phone in his pocket and departed from the club.

…

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue across the tranquil waters, the opulent yacht belonging to the illustrious Lei family gently rocked on the waves. It was a serene evening on the sea, and the yacht was adorned with the elegance befitting the occasion – the 80th birthday celebration of the late patriarch of the family, Mr. Lei Boqin.

Lei Gang, the poised and dignified eldest son of the Lei family, stood near the portrait of his late father, waiting with a composed expression. His eyes were fixed on the horizon, watching for the approach of a smaller boat that would carry his own son, Lei Juncheng.

"I hope Juncheng arrives here before Junshan," Lei Gang said to his wife, "The world should also know who is the real heir of the Lei family."

Kai Ming sighed on hearing her husband's words. She did not support her husband's ambitions and just wished for her son to be happy.

On the other hand, Yi Chunhua, the younger daughter-in-law of the Lei family, had always yearned for her son, Lei Junshan, to be the one who would pay the first respects to the late patriarch. She believed in her son's potential and the unique perspective he could bring to the family's legacy. Her dreams were invested in his success and the hope that he could become the heir to the Lei family.

"I hope god sends my Junshan here first," She spoke to her husband Lei Zhong, "So that the whole world comes to know who is the actual heir of the Lei family."

Lei Zhong, the younger son of the Lei family, did not care about whatever his wife said. He ignored her words and waited for the arrival of the grandsons of the Lei family.

Soon, the Lei family's attention was drawn towards a motorboat approaching their yacht.