Chapter 6

United States, San Francisco.

As a Korean neighborhood where most Koreans gather, it is located quite close to Chinatown. Liu Yu's residence is on the edge of the Korean community, a high-end villa covering nearly ten acres.

Walking through the gate and passing a huge lawn, a three-story European-style villa came into Liu Zaitian's view.

"Is this where I will be living from now on?" Entering the villa, the thick carpet, murals, exquisite furniture, and the artworks that adorned the surroundings showcased the luxury of the villa's owner to Liu Zaitian.

Then the two of them directly came to a room on the second floor.

"Zaitian, this will be your room from now on. I have prepared this room since the villa was built. I have always been looking forward to its owner moving in. So, don't feel constrained, because this is your home. If you need anything, just tell Dad. As long as it's within my power, I will never let you down."

Standing in front of an incredibly spacious room, Liu Yu softly spoke to Liu Zaitian, who was slightly silent. Perhaps because of the sudden change to a new environment, Liu Zaitian seemed quite melancholic. However, Liu Yu believed that with time, Liu Zaitian would definitely consider this place his true home.

"I understand, Father. Actually, I have something I want to discuss with you right now."

Lifting his head, looking at the man beside him, Liu Zaitian's gaze was incredibly determined. Although he didn't know if his father, whom he had only met a few days ago, would agree to his request, after some time of contemplation, he had decided on what he wanted to do.

"Discuss something?" Seeing Liu Zaitian's determined gaze, Liu Yu fell into deep thought. Although he couldn't believe it, his subconscious told him that Liu Zaitian was talking to him very seriously.

So, to avoid disappointing his son...

"Alright, then let's go inside the room. We'll talk alone, and I'll listen to whatever you have to say." Nodding, although they had only truly interacted for a few days, for Liu Yu, as long as it was within his power, he would do his best for Liu Zaitian.

Closing the door, the two of them sat down on the sofa by the fireplace.

At this moment, Liu Zaitian sat upright, his gaze firm, and his face was serious. He was no longer the Liu Zaitian who played and teased his parents. Instead, he was facing the upcoming matters with the demeanor of his past life.

"Alright, now you can tell me what you need, Zaitian." Although he found Liu Zaitian's current appearance somewhat novel, Liu Yu didn't pay much attention. However, to match Liu Zaitian, he put on a more serious look and looked at his son.

"I need money, a large sum of money..." Frowning and thinking for a moment, Liu Zaitian finally spoke. However, before he could finish, Liu Yu's immediate response made him pause.

"Sure!" Nodding, Liu Yu immediately agreed upon hearing Liu Zaitian's words.

"Really, a large sum of money, really!" Liu Zaitian's eyes widened in disbelief as he repeated his words, emphasizing them more.

"Sure!" Nodding again, "Is five million enough? If not, how about ten million?" Pulling out a checkbook from his pocket, Liu Yu quickly wrote something and tore it off, placing it in front of Liu Zaitian.

A check for ten million US dollars from Citibank!

For a moment, Liu Zaitian's mind went blank. The current situation was completely different from what he had originally planned, making his prepared speech useless.

"I need an assistant, one who only listens to me. He must do whatever I tell him to do, without any questioning!"

"Sure!"

"Father, you can supervise the flow of these funds, but you cannot change or alter them in any way, not even a bit."

"Sure!"

...

Liu Zaitian continued to make a series of requests, and Liu Yu agreed to all of them without hesitation, almost as if he hadn't even thought about it.

Leaning back on the sofa, biting his lip, Liu Zaitian's eyes were filled with a strange expression. He stared at the man in front of him for a long time before finally asking, "Why?"

"Why?" Liu Yu smiled, then stood up from his seat and sat next to Liu Zaitian, putting an arm around his small body, "Because you are my son, because everything I have now will belong to you in the future, because I believe Zaitian already has the ability to think independently, and because in my eyes, you are so different."

"Steady, smart, although you like to tease and play, you never worry your parents. Instead, you even comfort your less fortunate brother, Liu Zaisi. There are many reasons, and one more is that I have a lot of money now, and you are my only son. If I can make you fully accept me, it's not just ten million, but twenty million, thirty million, or even a hundred million! I am willing to give it to you."

Instantly, Liu Zaitian fell silent. The difficult situation he had anticipated did not occur; instead, he heard Liu Yu's heartfelt words. At this moment, Liu Zaitian had a new understanding of his biological father, whom he had only met a few days ago.

"Thank you!" After a long time, Liu Zaitian finally said softly.

"You're welcome, since you are my son!"

Liu Yu smiled, very happily, because he knew that Liu Zaitian had finally started to accept him as his father.

Nothing could make him happier than this.

...

"Boss, you really want me to be an assistant to a child? This is a joke! What can a child of his age do?"

At night, in the study on the first floor of the villa, Liu Yu sat comfortably in his chair, looking at the documents in front of him. Because of the events of the day, his mood was quite good.

Across from him, a middle-aged man in his thirties with his mouth wide open was constantly complaining to him.

Bent — one of the most outstanding assistants in the investment company Liu Yu owned, and a core member of his team.

"Bent, he is not a child, he is my son." After listening to Bent's words, Liu Yu took a deep breath, propped his arms on the desk in front of him, and said to Bent with great seriousness, "And this is not a joke. I hope you treat him with the utmost seriousness, just as I treat my son's requests. You must unconditionally obey his orders, do you understand!"

Hearing the unyielding tone in Liu Yu's voice and his determined gaze, Bent could only shrug helplessly and nod in agreement, "Alright! You're the boss, if you're not worried about losing that ten million, I have nothing to worry about."

"Thank you for your hard work."

...

At this moment, Liu Zaitian was lying on his large bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

However, he wasn't daydreaming. Instead, he was thinking about the memories that he had deeply buried in his mind, the memories of his past life, when he was a seasoned economics graduate student.