[Hot-tempered, sickly, proud young master uke × loyal-dog daddy seme]
On the day Lin Zhiyu turned eighteen,
he discovered that his world was actually a book.
A cold-hearted father, a biased mother, a real young master watching him like a hawk, a fiance who loved the jade pendant more than people, and a version of himself destined to fall apart once he learned the truth.
The good news: the story had only just begun.
The bad news: his friends and family were already showing signs of being idiots, and countless people were waiting to laugh at him.
The proud young master sneered. They wanted to see him fall?
Not in this lifetime!
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A typhoon, a stormy night, thunder and lightning.
Lin Zhiyu held a black umbrella.
His slender white fingertips, the damp, slightly curled ends of his hair, and the pale blue-and-white shirt clinging to him as the rain ran slowly downward.
Before he could even leave the sprawling manor on the mountainside behind him...
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A blaring horn sounded. His sworn enemy, who used to clash with him at every turn, hurried after him and said:
"Yanyan, how could you run away without taking me with you?"
Before he could even bow and kneel, using his million-yuan custom suit in silver gray to wipe the rain off his shoes,
he saw a towering blaze rise behind the young man,
and the bodyguards running around in panic.
The proud young master had already taken the keys from his hand and slapped his face contemptuously. "Who's running away?"
"You think I'm like you? Hah."
"Watch closely. Fireworks. They're for you."
#Who says childhood friends can't become sworn enemies
#Whether he's my rival or my wife, I'll decide
#Are the fireworks pretty? I blew up my own house
#Don't provoke me. I might just blow you up on the spot.
Theme: Break free of a predetermined script and be reborn
