Seven Years of National Research, Yet I'm Accused of Pretending to Be the Real Young Master

I spent seven years conducting scientific research for my country, only to find that the orphan my mother supported had become the young master of the Rong family. He even took my place and livestreamed his wedding to my childhood sweetheart.

He wore an expensive suit and a watch worth tens of billions, chatting and laughing with the guests.

When he saw me, he sneered with contempt. "How much money are you trying to scam out of my mom this time? Stop pretending to be pitiful. You're nothing but a dog. Did you really think you could compare to me?"

Then the bodyguards threw me out of the villa. He planted a foot on my head. "A bastard nobody wants thinks he's fit to attend my wedding? Get down and kowtow to me a few times. If you make me happy, maybe I'll let you in!"

In my previous life, I kindly tried to explain and reason with him, only to be cursed out by my mother, beaten by my childhood sweetheart, and photographed and mocked by the guests.

This time, I kick him flying and flip the whole wedding venue upside down. "Kowtow to your eighteen generations of ancestors! I'll beat you to death first, you ungrateful bastard!"