Daily Life of a Scummy Receiver and Metaphysics Master

[Main story complete] My next book, The Lazy Ancestor Transmigrates as a Fake-Pregnant Cannon Fodder, is being prepared. Please add it to your collection, mwah! Before transmigrating, Rong Zhen was the Imperial Preceptor revered by all the people of the Great Liang dynasty. After transmigrating, he was a scum bottom who'd been with countless men and was kicked out of his home for climbing into a big shot's bed. A certain cousin: You've disgraced our family! What a misfortune! A certain ex-boyfriend: You cheat on everyone. Shameless! A certain CEO: Hah. Little minx, I'm giving you a chance to please me. Come on! Rong Zhen: Oh, your glabella is dark. I foresee a bloody disaster. A protective talisman costs five hundred thousand. Want one? Rong Zhen, saddled with a terrible reputation, only wants to make money and build a fortune, find the benefactor who saved his life in his previous existence, and settle that debt of karma. However... Benefactor: You're so young, but already behaving badly, sleeping around and using your looks to get ahead. You want to cozy up to me? Rong Zhen: ... Later... Benefactor: Need a boyfriend? The kind who makes the bed, does the laundry and cooking, and comes with a built-in bed warmer, and a net worth in the hundreds of billions. Rong Zhen took a bite of the braised pig's trotter in his hand. I'm an Imperial Preceptor with no feelings. I don't do the whole