So What If I'm a Scumbag?

I, Jiang Bolin, am 22 years old, a top-notch bastard who has been spoiled by fate. Destiny has given me a skin that can make women breathless, a height of 188cm and inherited wealth, so that my life is paved with gold bricks from the starting line. Three months after returning to China, my name in the venture capital circle was "Genius" and my name in nightclubs was "Legend". I have used this capital to the extreme: One, three, five, hunting for the queen of the workplace. Watching them take off the gold-rimmed glasses for me is a more exciting conquest than any business acquisition. Two-four-six, a captive innocent sweet girl. The whole universe in their eyes is my most satisfying collection. On Sunday, there has to be a Lolita dance that spins just for me. The ultimate beauty requires the ultimate sense of ritual. I don't talk about love. Love is a future that poor people need to believe in. I only do sensory spot trading, daily disposal, no trace. Until a fatal bug appeared in my "hardware" - my world began to fade. Famous paintings, jewelry, the flaming paint of sports cars, and even the stunning face that was still breathing on the pillow last night, all faded into a desperate gray scale, and finally solidified into disgusting pale masks without features. Top doctors consulted and announced: My senses were on strike and there was no cure. Just when I was about to rot in this black and white cage, Liang Xiaoyin appeared. A new news anchor on the TV station, she is 22 years old. Beauty is the least important label for her. When people in the industry mention her, they will first be in awe of her professionalism, and then lower their voices and say: "That girl has a grave in her heart, where her eighteen-year-old moon is buried." The fate between people is really wonderful. 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

The retribution of a top bastard is to meet a girl with a grave heart. I, Jiang Bolin, am 22 years old, a top bastard spoiled by fate. 188Cm, a skin that takes women's breath away, and the wealth I inherited allowed me to be paved with gold bricks from the starting line. Three months after returning to China, the venture capital circle called me a "genius" and the nightclub community called me a "legend." One, three, five, hunting for the royal lady in the workplace. Two-four-six, a captive innocent sweet girl. On Sunday, there has to be a Lolita dance that spins just for me. I don't talk about love. Love is a future that only poor people believe in. I only do sensory spot trading, daily disposal, no trace. Until my "hardware" had a fatal bug - my world began to fade. Famous paintings, jewelry, sports car paint, and the face of the person on the pillow all faded into a desperate gray scale, and finally solidified into pale masks without facial features. After consultation, top doctors announced: The senses are on collective strike and there is no cure. A man who treats women as collections ends up not even seeing his face. This retribution is truly timely. Just when he was about to rot in this black and white cage, Liang Xiaoyin appeared. A new news anchor on the TV station, 22 years old. Beauty is just her least worth mentioning label. When people in the industry mentioned her, they first awed her professionalism, and then lowered their voices and said, "That girl has a grave in her heart, where her eighteen-year-old moon is buried." A prodigal who has read thousands of sails, and a girl with a white moonlight buried in her heart. He couldn't see the color of the world, but he could only see her. The fate between people is really wonderful. But when I see this, I just want to say one thing - Jiang Bolin, you are finished. You used to treat love as a spot transaction, but now fate wants you to pay it back with interest. If you like stories about prodigal sons turning back, unhappy retribution, and a sense of fate, you must read this book. It will tell you: the retribution of a top bastard is not bankruptcy or illness, but meeting someone he doesn't deserve and can't let go of. # #TomatoNovel #BookReview #The Prodigal Son Turns Back #Sense of Fate #Love, Hate, Love and Hatred