After Binding to a Social Death System, the Fake Young Master Pretends to Be Poor

The day I transmigrated into the body of a spoiled fake young master, the System told me the real young master was already on his way with a face-slapping script.

According to the original plot, in three months I’d be kicked out for causing trouble nonstop, then die alone on the street.

So I cornered the real young master in an alley and burst into tears. “Bro, there are so many rules at home. Please run away with me.”

The real young master frowned at the few coins in my broken bowl, then silently scanned my payment code.

Later, the richest man in the city knelt in front of me, begging me to come home and inherit the family fortune.

The real young master pulled me into his arms. “Sorry, he only runs away with me now.”

The System broke down. “I told you to pretend to be poor to save your life, not to make the biggest villain fall in love with you!”