Back at the Top, Taking My Simp Son for a Foot Massage

Old Qin, let’s get a divorce. Living with a greasy, fat slob like you, who can’t even perform in bed anymore, is like being in prison.”

Freshly humiliated and thrown out by his ex-wife, thirty-nine-year-old Qin Meng looked at the useless son who was still ready to die for the school beauty and had to beg him for a few hundred yuan just to send her a gift.

Qin Meng laughed in disbelief. He had swallowed every humiliation for the sake of his family and child, only to end up with his family torn apart?

To hell with swallowing humiliation! He was done pretending!

[Ding! Host’s anger has reached its peak. The “Suit-Wearing Savage Hormone System” has activated!]

[Newbie Mission: Cure your son’s lovesick brain by any means necessary. Reward: Peak physical condition at age eighteen + a tenfold tycoon cashback card!]

Looking at his tearful son, Qin Meng slapped him across the face. “Crying? Over some gold-digging tea girl who treats you like an ATM? Come on, your dad’s taking you somewhere nice!”

Qin Meng borrowed a Wuling Hongguang and floored it all the way to the city’s most upscale “Cloudtop Spa Club.”

His son was stunned. “Dad, this is a shady place… Mom will kill herself!”

Qin Meng lit a cigarette, his eyes deep as a wolf’s. “Remember, the best cure for heartbreak isn’t time, it’s a new love. If one isn’t enough, then get ten!”

When row after row of masseuses in high-slit qipaos and twelve-centimeter red-soled heels bent over and chorused, “Greetings, Master Qin,” Qin Xiaosong’s whole worldview collapsed, and then… he was sold!