A car accident awakened Shang Yu.
He realized that he was actually a tragic cannon-fodder character in a novel about a fake young master and the real one.
In the story, after the real young master returned like a dragon king, Shang Yu had a complete meltdown, went berserk, and turned evil, showing through his actions exactly what it meant to bring about your own ruin.
He did everything from drugging people and driving wedges between them to plotting deadly attacks. After provoking the real young master for the 101st time, he was finally kicked out by the real young master and the eldest son of the family.
By the end of the book, Shang Yu was burdened with tens of millions in debt and utterly penniless, crawling around in the dark of a shabby five-square-meter rental room.
No. Way.
Shang Yu: Getting kicked out is fine, but being penniless is absolutely not!!
The Dragon King was still on his way, and the black card was still in his hand. His plan to rake in money and run started now.
What did being a young master matter? What did being doted on by everyone matter? Could any of that compare to money??!
Shang Yu began rewriting the script according to plan.
In this life, he would dutifully play the young master, work hard to win people over, eliminate risks at their source, and keep his distance from the real young master with the golden finger.
But he soon realized that something seemed a little different.
The real young master seemed kind of... servile?
When Shang Yu was thirsty, he brought him water. When Shang Yu was hungry, he cooked for him. When Shang Yu was in a bad mood, he told him corny jokes.
Shang Yu: Which one of us is supposed to be the Dragon King???
And your jokes aren't even funny!!
No matter.
Things had gone a little off course, but as long as the ending stayed on track, everything was fine.
Shang Yu prepared a fallback plan and ran with the enormous fortune he'd already moved elsewhere. He hadn't even made it to the airport when someone cornered him right outside his home.
"You're running because of him?" The man blocking his way wore a stormy expression. He was the older brother Shang Yu had called his brother for twenty years, the decisive eldest son of the Shang family.
"Do you think he's the one who found you?" The man brushed his fingers over Shang Yu's lower lip, his gaze dark. "Marry me. Be his sister-in-law, and I'll make him go away."
Everyone at the company knew Mr. Shang had been a little irritated lately.
No, he was very irritated. Irritated enough to want to stand on the roof and throw money down.
His wedding was just around the corner when his fiance got into a car accident and hit his head.
When he woke up, he started calling him "big brother" and clung to him on the way home every day.
At first, Shang Cen quite enjoyed it. His fiance had always been aloof, and suddenly he was clingy and shy. Who could resist that?
Then things started taking a strange turn.
Shang Cen went to his room to sleep, but his fiance shut the door and refused to open it. "Big brother, are you in the wrong room? Even real brothers need a little space."
Shang Cen reached for him out of habit, and his fiance promptly threw him over his shoulder, looking completely innocent. "Big brother, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."
Shang Cen took him to the doctor. His fiance spoke clearly and logically: "My name is Shang Yu. This is my older brother. He's the heir to the Shang Group. My home is..."
Doctor: "He seems perfectly normal. There's nothing wrong with him."
Shang Cen: ...Is it possible that his name is Shi Yu?
#It's not the world that's gone crazy, it's you#
#My wife is now my younger brother, forbidden play @%*&#
Theme: Tell fewer lies.
