Empty Palms, Belated Repentance. After the Extravagance, Only Kneeling Regret Remains.

Chapter One: My name is Ye Baigui. 29 years old, the richest man in the country. All of the above are true, but the most absurd fact to me is: I almost got married. Three hours ago, I was arguing with the wedding planner at the wedding venue. That woman insisted on putting a bunch of preserved flowers on the registration table. I said, "Why put that stuff on? The guests are here to eat, not to visit a grave." In the middle of the argument, my phone vibrated. An anonymous number, a video. The image quality was so clear it didn't look like a candid shot. I recognized the bed in the video; it was the master bedroom of the vacation villa Fang Yuan bought last month. There were two people on the bed, one of them was my good brother Fang...