I, a Privileged Young Master in Beijing's Elite Circles, Was Slashed to Death by a Poor Student Wielding a "Knife-Wielding" Sword

My name is Feng Yu. In Beijing's elite circles, they call me "Crown Prince," a title I actually find quite annoying. It sounds like something out of a feudal era. But there's nothing I can do; my father is Feng Huan, who single-handedly built a business empire worth 300 billion yuan. And I'm his only son. My life is pretty much what you'd imagine. Private jets gather dust in the hangar, and the cars I drive are limited-edition supercars. A casual watch on my wrist could buy an apartment in a third-tier city. I never use cash or scan payment codes; I always have an assistant named Lao Jin following me around, who handles all the bills.