Now That I Have a System, What’s Wrong with Being a Scumbag?

After spending nine years paying off his debt, Xu Zhi seemed to be rewarded by fate, which dumped fame, fortune, and romance on him all at once.

He was so busy he barely had time to breathe, but he loved every minute of it.

The System? It was just an assistant. His success came from the nine years he had fought his way through.

Someone asked if he was a playboy.

Su Nianqing, the class beauty back then, had hair like a waterfall and the collar of her white shirt slightly open. Her stunning face was expressionless. “He's not a playboy. He's just making up for lost time.”

The aloof, mature beauty Gao Qi curled her red lips. Her black bodycon dress hugged her sharp curves as she chuckled over her glass. “I don't mind.”

Zhou Siyu, the beautiful yoga instructor, wore a mesh cover-up over her light gray sports bra. Her supple figure radiated strength as she lowered her head and twirled a lock of hair. “He did nothing wrong. I made the first move.”

Li Yao, the beautiful receptionist, looked fresh-faced and innocent in her cream knit sweater. She bit her lip. “This is the price. I'm willing to pay it.”

Lin Youran, a refined young lady from a distinguished family, wore a pale pink slip dress that highlighted her gentle elegance. She clung to Xu Zhi's arm. “He only loves me.”

Anna, a celebrity heiress, wore her loose curls over her shoulders. Her long silver gown shimmered like starlight as she tilted her head and smiled innocently. “A senior is a senior. What's so complicated about that?”

Xu Zhi spread his hands. “I went nine years without dating. Is it really so wrong to make up for lost time now?”