I transmigrated into the body of a wealthy family's son-in-law. On the first day, my five-year-old adopted son shoved a copy of "A Better Tomorrow" into my hands, saying he wanted to be my first underling. The second day, he tearfully accused me of having no status at home, then pulled a crumpled thousand-yuan note from his pocket and dragged me into a tattoo parlor. Pointing to the fiercest dragon tattoo on the wall, he declared with bravado, "Dad, get this tattoo! If Mom ever yells at you again, you can take your clothes off!" Looking at my delicate face in the mirror and the menacing dragon on my back, I fell into deep thought. The door clicked open, and my friend, whom I'd barely spoken three words to in a year...
