Lin Ye transmigrates into a book, becoming a discarded rich heir saddled with a hundred-million-yuan debt.
To stay alive, he hides away in a cheap guesthouse in an urban village, where he also takes in three tenants even worse off than he is.
One is a clumsy older sister who ran away from an arranged marriage and suffered domestic abuse. One is a washed-up singer hiding from debt while battling depression. The last is a frail, homeless girl addicted to online games.
They're all fellow sufferers in this harsh world, and Lin Ye's maternal love... No, his paternal love, overflows. He fixes their pipes, cooks god-tier meals, and takes on street punks. He budgets down to the last cent, just so he can add a chicken drumstick to their meals.
Then one day, his loan sharks from the underworld and his snobbish ex-fiancée kick down the door, ready to kill him.
Before Lin Ye can even grab a kitchen knife to protect the three women...
The “clumsy big sister” makes one phone call, and hundreds of armed helicopters blot out the sky. “Touch my man and die!”
The “washed-up singer” snaps her fingers, and the city's top lawyers surround the ex-fiancée. “Who do you think you are, shouting at him?”
The “frail girl” taps away at her keyboard, and the underworld creditor's overseas accounts are emptied in three seconds. “Look at him again, and we'll sink you in the river.”
Lin Ye stands there holding a slotted spoon, dumbfounded. “Wait, you can't even afford instant noodles, but you're all billionaires?”
The three stunning empresses turn to him, their eyes blazing with obsessive fervor, and corner him against the wall. “Husband, the trash is taken care of. Whose name are you calling tonight?”
