The Fake Young Master Got Caught Faking His Hard Luck

After twenty years of living in luxury, Wu Ze became a fake young master overnight. Just like in countless novels, he set out to fight the real young master for the family fortune. He lost miserably, as you might expect. The real young master was ruthless. He ordered Wu Ze, who had never done a day's housework and couldn't tell chives from scallions, to deliver food, drive for Didi, work as a security guard, and sweep the streets... And on top of all that, his monthly salary was only 3,500. They wouldn't give him a single cent more... Given another life, Wu Ze was cowed. He refused to fight the real young master for the family fortune and spent the night writing a tragic script. He would prove that life in this family had been awful for him too. He sent stacks of scripts to his parents and friends. Wu Ze: "Mom and Dad, when the time comes, really tear into me. Call me an animal and say you might as well have raised a dog. Tell me your own son wouldn't have suffered if it weren't for me, and order me to get out." Wu Ze: "Bro, act as arrogant and overbearing as you can. Look down on me like I'm beneath you and insult me as much as you want. You can even kick me a few times." The script stumbled forward. The real young master, that little bastard, wasn't quite like the one Wu Ze had imagined, but the story still reached its final act. Once the script was finished, Wu Ze finally got what he wanted. He lived in a shabby rental, ate lavish meals, counted the countless digits in his bank balance, and laughed with delight. He just hadn't expected that life really could turn from bliss to misery in an instant. In the rental, Wu Ze clutched the blanket, crying and cursing the man on top of him. "You bastard! I'm going to fight you for our parents and the family fortune!" Zou Yanchan's eyes were bloodshot, and he could no longer hold back. "Mm, it's all yours. Be good and stay still. Let your big brother kiss you some more." Wu Ze: "Ahhh, fuck you..." Little extra A few days after Zou Yanchan returned to his biological parents' home, they scolded their adopted son right in front of him. Zou Yanchan wasn't touched. He only thought they were cold-blooded. Then, in a corner, his biological parents took the adopted son aside and said, "Sweetie, we were only saying all that because you gave us the lines. We didn't mean it!" At a banquet for the rich young masters, Zou Yanchan heard Wu Ze teaching another young master, a clueless-looking fellow who didn't seem too bright, how to act arrogant and overbearing. Zou Yanchan: ...Honestly, he felt like he didn't fit in with this family or the wealthy social scene. ★★★★★ Coming soon from the author: The Pitiful Foster Kid Cries in Shame; The Paparazzo Falls for a Cold-Blooded Movie Emperor. Please add them to your collection, la la la! The Pitiful Foster Kid Cries in Shame Song Xingyue was an orphan, raised after being found by a grandmother in the mountains. Before she died, she entrusted him to distant relatives. His relatives lived in a big city. Afraid of being a nuisance as a guest in their home, Song Xingyue didn't even dare speak loudly. He had a hard-to-get-along-with older brother at the same high school. When the boy looked down at him, it was as if he were staring at a lifeless weed. Song Xingyue was afraid of him. Song Xingyue wore a pair of nearsighted glasses and thick bangs, and always buttoned his school uniform all the way up. No one knew that this quiet, honest boy would read some rather improper novels to fill the loneliness when he was especially lonely. He was secretly reading one in the dark when his cold, stern older brother suddenly walked in. He leaped up in a panic, and his finger accidentally hit the audiobook button on his screen. The phone immediately began speaking in a mechanical voice, reading one unspeakably blunt and graphic line after another. [xxx spread apart...] Song Xingyue tried to turn off the phone with trembling hands, but his secondhand phone, which had cost two hundred yuan, worked only when it felt like it. He couldn't pause it or turn down the volume. Mu Huai's family had taken in a stranger. He didn't exactly dislike the boy, but he looked down on his provincial manners and usually treated him like he wasn't there. Until the day Song Xingyue couldn't turn off his phone. In a panic, he rose on tiptoe to cover Mu Huai's ears, pleading through tears, "Big brother, don't listen. Please, don't listen. I beg you..." Only then did Mu Huai notice how beautiful Song Xingyue's eyes were, and how soft his voice sounded when he begged. Later, Mu Huai held Song Xingyue in his arms and gestured for him to look at the content on the iPad. "Read." Song Xingyue's fair face burned like fire. "I, I can't..." Mu Huai kissed him. "Then big brother will read it to you, baby." His low voice read out the kind of novel that would make anyone die of embarrassment. Song Xingyue buried his face in Mu Huai's chest and covered his ears. Mu Huai pulled his hands away from his ears. "Be good and listen carefully. It's pretty well written." Theme: Everyone is born with something to offer. Don't give up on yourself too soon