Children of Officials

(Exciting plot begins after Chapter 10! Stay tuned!)

Dragon Country’s capital—City A!

Inside a VIP booth at a bar, 1 AM.

Li Ming pushed aside the fair-skinned legs draped over his chest and checked the time on his phone.

Seems like Dad’s coming home today. Guess I should call it a night.

Shaking his head, Li Ming surveyed the chaotic scene in the booth.

Several disheveled women lay sprawled across the couches, utterly wasted. Oblivious to their exposed states, they clutched liquor bottles, clumsily pouring drinks on themselves instead of into their mouths.

Their soaked clothes clung tightly to their bodies, turning the scene into an accidental wet T-shirt party.

Two women were even entangled in each other’s arms, hands roaming as they moaned Li Ming’s name in drunken longing.

"Li… Li Ming… Why don’t you like me? Why?!"

"Li Ming! Take me home! Please… don’t leave me this time…"

Our protagonist, Li Ming, merely smirked at the absurd sight, shook his head, picked up his jacket, and walked out without a backward glance.

……

Li Ming was Old Li’s son, born when the man was already 46—a late blessing, doted on since childhood.

But the more precious something is, the more others covet it. Due to Old Li’s high-profile status, Li Ming had been on an enemy hit list since birth.

At age five, disaster struck.

An infiltrator posing as a hospital worker injected him with a massive dose of Ur17—a truth serum. In small doses, it could force someone to reveal hidden secrets. In large doses? Brain damage, turning the victim into a vegetable.

Luckily, Old Li’s bodyguards noticed something amiss and subdued the attacker before the full dose was administered. Still, the drug left Li Ming in a dazed, semi-conscious state for two years.

To revive his mind, Old Li and his wife arranged for children his age to play with him.

Finally, at seven, Li Ming recovered and started school like any other kid.

After such a close call, Old Li and his wife became even more protective. Li's mother quit her job to care for him full-time, tending to his every need.

Yet despite her meticulous care, Li Ming still suffered from occasional, excruciating headaches. Medical exams showed nothing wrong—his health was perfect. The doctors could only attribute it to lingering side effects of the drug overdose.

Fortunately, the headaches didn’t disrupt his life too much. As he grew older, they became rarer. By now, Li Ming couldn’t even remember his last episode—maybe his body had healed itself.

And so, Li Ming finally arrived home, reeking of alcohol. He greeted Uncle Wang, the head bodyguard, before stepping into the mansion.

As a child, he hadn’t grasped how high-ranking his father was—only that armed guards shadowed the family 24/7.

But as he grew older, he realized just how extraordinary his father’s position was. He was a bona fide princeling—the ultra-elite kind.

Yet Old Li had raised him to stay low-key. Li Ming never flaunted his background, pretending to be just an ordinary guy.

Life was comfortable, though the ever-present bodyguards cramped his style.

Every time a bar beauty tried to take him home for some fun, the guards would inconveniently intervene.

Thanks to them, Li Ming had yet to enjoy a single night of wild release—a fact the bar owner’s daughter never let him live down.

Countless women had tossed and turned at night, sighing over the unattainable Li Ming.

……

Stepping inside, Li Ming pushed open the door. The lights were still on—his parents were waiting up for him.

Sure enough, the two sat on the couch, eyeing him with knowing smiles.

"Mom! What’s with that look?" Li Ming asked, startled.

"Hahaha! Nothing, nothing. It’s just… your dad’s back, and we think it’s time you got out of the house. How about we find you something to do?" Li's mother beamed.

"That’s right! Son, you seem bored out of your mind. How about a change of scenery? Experience something new! What do you say?" Old Li gazed at him adoringly. As his only child, Li Ming was his treasure—he couldn’t bear to see him unhappy.

Listening to their tag-team pitch, Li Ming realized this was a done deal.

"Sure, whatever. You two decide."

He shrugged, indifferent, then headed to his room to wash up and sleep.

Old Li and his wife exchanged glances, smirking, before retreating to their own room to continue plotting.

Li Ming lay in bed, eyes closed. In his haze, women of all shapes and sizes seemed to materialize around him, pulling him into a swirling pink abyss, deeper and deeper…

It felt so real—like a memory—that he couldn’t tell if it was a dream or reality.