Getting One’s Just Desserts

Yao Chengdong was nearly 50 years old this year and his children had graduated from college. In his capacity as a state official, he usually lived in the capital and owned his own residence in an upscale villa complex.

If it was before, he should have fallen asleep early and met Duke of Zhou—the God of Dream—to have tea and weave dreams of golden millet, dreaming of wealth and glory. But today, he was struck with insomnia. He once eyed the position of Family Head and contested with his big brother—Yao Chengqing in secret, hence they regarded each other as a thorn in each others’ eyes; even the idea of disposing of the other did cross their minds, albeit only briefly.