On my twentieth birthday, I found out I was a rich second-generation heir.
My parents had kept it from me for a full twenty years. We lived on the sixth floor of a rundown old apartment building in the east of the city. I wore cheap undershirts, two for fifty yuan, and my parents sent me just 1,500 yuan a month for living expenses. I walked four bus stops home to save two yuan, saved three months’ worth of spending money for a pair of discounted sneakers, and at the cafeteria, I never dared order more than one and a half meat dishes.
The truth came out because of a wrong number. Secretary Li asked over the phone, “Madam, would it be convenient to move the piano to the villa today? And what about the young master’s coming-of-age ceremony...”
I dropped the cake and ran out of the house. I came back in the early hours of the morning and picked the lock on my parents’ safe.
Inside was just one agreement. It was dated three days after I was born.
“If the heir, Shen Mo, has not demonstrated the will and ability to take on the family business by the age of twenty, they shall automatically forfeit all rights and qualifications as the primary heir.”
And tomorrow, I turn twenty.
Expecting a person who doesn't even have enough living expenses to start a business is also a talent. The environment he grew up in has been subtly influencing the male protagonist. I blame the male protagonist for not having the ability 🤦. In my opinion, it is better to just cut off the relationship and directly change the relationship. After all, even his own son cannot believe it. Money is more important than the son. It is much harder to maintain the country than to conquer the country. If parents have this ability, it is better to cultivate it from an early age. It is also a talent. Cut off the relationship and directly change to live somewhere else.
I don't know what I'm going to do at all. I wrote it in a mess.
Baffling!