I'm the sole heir to a trillion-yuan conglomerate, but my grandfather told me to keep my identity secret and gain experience delivering food at the grassroots level.
On a delivery, a Ferrari driving the wrong way hit me. Its driver was a popular young actress, reeking of alcohol.
To protect her public image, her agency twisted the facts, spread rumors online that I was extorting her, and even tried to make me take the blame for her drunk driving.
"You're just some worthless delivery guy. Do a few years in prison and take a hundred thousand. It's more good fortune than your family has had in generations!"
I lowered my head and stammered, "But... a criminal record could affect my inheritance."
They laughed until they were bent over and forced me to sign a confession.
The moment I finished signing, my family's trial was over.
My grandfather's fleet of Rolls-Royces blocked off the entire street.
"Which little starlet dares to make my grandson take the blame?"
