The Real Young Master Is Too Polite, and His Whole Family Has a Mental Breakdown

In his previous life, Ji Yuan was smothered to death. When he opened his eyes again, he had become the true heir of the wealthiest family in the capital, who had been missing for eighteen years.

But the warm welcome he had hoped for turned out to be a mother who despised him and an older sister who looked at him coldly.

The fake young master, a scheming little green tea, even smashed an antique family heirloom and tearfully blamed him: “Brother was just jealous of me. Please don’t blame him...”

Faced with his family’s vicious accusations, Ji Yuan neither made a scene nor desperately tried to prove his innocence.

He simply straightened his cuffs with exquisite grace and offered a gentle, flawless smile. “My brother is right. To make amends, I’ll repair the vase at once.”

That night, the fake young master woke with a start.

Ji Yuan stood beside his bed, holding the vase, now perfectly mended with “flesh-and-blood glue” covered in eyes. It even heaved as it gasped for breath. Ji Yuan’s smile was spine-chilling.

“Little brother, the vase is fixed. It says it likes you very much and wants to watch you sleep forever.”

The fake young master wet himself on the spot and checked himself into a psychiatric ward that very night.

After that, the whole family’s dynamic changed completely.

When his mother tried to emotionally manipulate him, Ji Yuan smiled and served her a steak that screamed.

When his sister tried to pick a fight, Ji Yuan politely gave her a one-way subway ticket to the underworld.

Watching his whole family tremble and beg for forgiveness, Ji Yuan’s smile remained perfect.

“I don’t have many virtues, but I’m exceptionally polite. Anyone who makes me unhappy gets sent on their way with the utmost courtesy.”