Meteor Garden -2001- Apr 2026

Dao Ming Feng stood up. She was taller than Shancai expected. She walked around the desk, her heels clicking like gunshots. She stopped inches from Shancai’s face.

“But you’re still here.”

“Stay away from my son. Or I will destroy everything you love. Starting with your father’s stall. – D.F.” meteor garden -2001-

“You’re the wild vegetable,” Dao Ming Feng said without looking up. “I thought I made myself clear.”

Si whipped around. His eyes were red, his face a mask of fury and humiliation. “Who’s there?” he snarled. Dao Ming Feng stood up

“She called me,” he said without turning around. “My mother. She said some girl from school came to her office. Some wild vegetable with no sense of self-preservation.” He finally turned. His face was wet—rain or tears, she couldn’t tell. “Why did you do it, Shancai?”

“Your son,” Shancai said, her heart hammering so loud she was sure the whole building could hear it. “He plays the cello. In an abandoned garden. Badly. But he plays it because it’s the only thing you ever gave him that wasn’t a command.” She stopped inches from Shancai’s face

She learned that his rage wasn't power—it was a performance. At home, he was invisible. His sister was the genius, his mother the dragon, his father a silent portrait in the hallway. The only time anyone looked at him was when he broke something. He learned that Shancai’s stubbornness wasn't courage—it was desperation. She had no safety net. If she fell, there was no one to catch her.

She almost smiled. Almost.

“No,” she said. “This is my place.”