A Dream Beneath the Galaxy, Autumn Already Known

He was the discarded son of a powerful family. The coldness of the richest family in his childhood had cost him his parents. He was the king of the underworld. In just a few short years, he hunted down criminals and crushed evil, undefeated. He was a financial titan. In a matter of months, he leveraged Western European stock markets to mobilize hundreds of billions in capital. He was a hopeless romantic. For four years, he often lingered before a grave in Fushou Mountain Cemetery. He was a charming playboy, surrounded by beautiful women, with one chance encounter and scandal after another. He danced gracefully among them all, passionate yet aloof. He was a devoted househusband. For three years, exquisite meals appeared every day on Best Actress Ye's table. He was a hidden powerhouse, able to turn the tides at will. A project worth hundreds of billions was as easy for him to handle as cooking a meal, and he could bring it to a flawless conclusion in an instant. He was a ruthless butcher. His enemies were vicious, and he had never known the meaning of mercy. When faced with hatred and evil, his methods were always cruel and decisive.