Chapter 1: The space pilot came home.
Jun Meilin was once the capital's most pampered princess of the Jun family. Financially and politically, her background was heavier than ten mountains. Her mother Chi Lian was a modern day princess, given a title by the emperor because of all her accomplishments. She was also the richest woman in the country, owning several companies that were all under one group, the Phoenix group.
Her father was a famous economics professor, Jun Muyang, he was also a financial genius who owned Jun investments. Jun Meiling's paternal and maternal grandparents were as wealthy as her parents with their own large companies.
Her uncle Chi Rui who was her mother's brother was the current prime minister and her uncle Ringo, her father's only brother run the biggest intelligence department of the country.
Her paternal family held some ties to the royal family and her twin brother was an imperial commander, head of the most privilege and admired soldiers in the country.
Jun Meilin was from such a great family that when people talked about her, they said her background was larger than than ten thousand, five hundred hundred pound individuals dressed in gold from head to toe put together.
She was once a shining socialite, a lady that was admired from a far and envied by many but looking at her now, it was hard to tell if it was truly the same woman. Her once radiant beauty now a pale echo of its former self.
For starters, her once glowing skin which was always sun kissed had turned ashen, stretched thin over the delicate bones. Her hair, once a cascade of black silver waves hung limp and dull, so thin as if she was losing it in bulk. Her hands which were holding a bouquet of peonies were skeletal, the veins stark against her translucent skin. Their once soft flesh now bore calluses__a testament to the rough work she engaged in daily.
Even her posture betrayed her decline__her shoulders hunched, as if the weight of the world was pressing down on her heavily.
Her clothes were five years out of fashion and dull, which was sad because once a upon a time, she would wear a dress or shirt once and never don it again for a whole year. The pink and green patched sweater on top of an over washed white shirt fell from her bony shoulders. Her trousers barely clung to her body, the clothes seemed too big for her tiny frame which made one wonder why she was wearing them in the first place.