'I don't really pay attention to benefits at the research institute... but last time my senior sister mentioned something about ten insurances and three funds.'
'Is Five Social Insurances and One Housing Fund really that impressive?'
The sneer on Adeline's face froze.
'Besides, I still hold five patents. I'm not exactly short on money.'
'Do they really think I'm some poor guy who eats garbage? This is exhausting.'
The atmosphere at the table grew even stranger.
Cedrick happily ate the shrimp meat everyone had peeled for him, cheeks puffed out, occasionally casting provocative glances in my direction.
Looking at his childish provocation, my heart remained completely calm. I didn't even feel angry.
"Alright," my father said irritably.
"Since he doesn't want to eat, don't force him. Have him sent back to his room."
I stood up and followed the nanny upstairs, my mind unconsciously reviewing the final data from my completed experiment.
"This is your room."
The nanny stopped at the very end of the corridor and pointed at a cramped room.
"The young master sleeps lightly at night. If there's nothing important, don't come out."