In feel-good power fantasies, there's always a loyal underling who takes a blade for the overpowered protagonist.
He'll risk life and limb for the protagonist, and the protagonist will provide for his whole family.
But He Yu owns shares from the very beginning.
At the start of the story, on a rainy night, he fished the young master out of trouble after the boy had fallen into a low-tier district.
That earned him one extra pardon: after betraying the protagonist, he could come to his senses and repent.
On the condition that he atone with his life.
So, with his last ounce of strength, he grabbed his boss's hand as he lay dying.
"You forgot... You forgot..."
You forgot about my sister. Stop making excuses to drop by my house every day.
His boss's hand was stiffer than stone, his lips straighter than a ruler.
"I hate how you... If I'd known... I wouldn't have..."
I hate how you've always kept quiet, from childhood to now. If I'd known you really liked her, I would've put in a good word for you. I wouldn't have set her up with that good-for-nothing.
He Yu died from talking too much.
When he woke again, he was thirty minus twelve.
He had become the illegitimate son of his boss's mortal enemy...
With a face that was thirty percent alike, but a life treated a hundred percent differently.
"Get out!"
The hotel bed was soft, and the lighting was suggestive. The floor was hard, and his knees hurt as he knelt on it.
He Yu stood up, avoiding the shards of a wine bottle his boss had just smashed on the floor.
"How many times have I told you not to drink when you're out? Don't you know how awful you are when you're drunk? You grab people and refuse to let go.
"Give me your hand. Let me see if it needs a bandage... Uh, Mr. Shang?"
Shang Mouhe thought he must be going crazy.
How could he... How dare he... mistake someone else for him?
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Theme: Treasure the present
