My Playing-Poor Mission Is Complete, and the Old Man’s Money Has Arrived

“Dad, can't you ground me for just one year?” Lin Tianqi asked his father.

“No. Five years. Don't reveal your identity, and don't use the family's wealth. Go live on your own.” With that, Lin Tianqi was knocked unconscious and sent to Yanjing.

Five years later

“Welcome back, Young Master Lin.” The old butler stood at the school gate with a faint smile. Behind him was a line of Rolls-Royce Phantoms.

“These are the keys to the Lamborghini up front. It used to be your favorite car, Young Master.”

“Wrong. My favorite is now the number 11 bus.” Lin Tianqi laughed.

“Ding-dong. Dear customer, your account ending in 8866 received a cash deposit of **.00 yuan at an ATM on July 20 at 00:08. Congratulations, you are now a Black Card member of our bank. For assistance, please call 95555. Yanjing Bank.”

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.