I’m in Tokyo, and I’ve just been dumped.
Twenty-two-year-old Cheng Ye thought he was just unlucky in love, until he realized
he seemed to be getting more handsome by the day.
His skin cleared up, his features grew more refined, his physique became more striking, and even his whole demeanor was changing without him noticing.
Even more unbelievably, as his looks improved, his life changed completely too.
Girls who used to barely give him the time of day started messaging him first.
The prettiest girl at a mixer would secretly ask around for his contact information.
People turned to look at him on the streets of Shibuya, photographers stopped him in Omotesando, and even a drink in Roppongi could bring a beautiful woman over to hit on him.
That was when Cheng Ye finally understood one thing.
Being handsome really can solve a lot of problems.
Of course, it can create even more.
For example
“Cheng Ye, didn’t you say you were working late tonight?”
“Who is she?”
“Why are there three kinds of shampoo in your bathroom?”
“Wait, how do you two know each other?”
As things spiraled further and further out of control, Cheng Ye did seriously reflect on himself once.
Then he reached a conclusion.
Next time, he’d have to be more careful.
From an ordinary international student to a heartthrob on the streets of Tokyo.
From a convenience store job to modeling, brands, the fashion world, and eventually his own business.
He had more and more money.
His circle grew wider and wider.
And the women around him became harder and harder to fool.
The only thing that probably never changed was Cheng Ye’s not especially valuable conscience.
This is the story of a man who gets more handsome in Tokyo, and more and more like a scumbag.
