The Top-Ranked Real Young Master Just Wants to Lie Flat and Cling to Powerful People

Li Zhaoye was brought back to a wealthy family at seventeen. Desperate to earn his parents' approval, he pushed himself to be first in everything, working himself to the bone. In the end, he was accused of fighting for the family fortune, betrayed by his family and the person in his bed, and died at thirty.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back at seventeen. This time, he wasn't going to work himself to death. He found himself a free meal ticket, latched onto a powerful patron, and decided to coast through life.

Jiang Wenshu is the only son of the top-tier Jiang family. He is also the fake young master the Li family raised themselves. He rose from an ordinary wealthy family to the highest echelon of society, a true favorite of the heavens. Eventually, both the Jiang and Li families would belong to him.

In his previous life, Li Zhaoye refused to yield to him at every turn and rejected his advances countless times, convinced Jiang Wenshu was only pretending to care in front of his parents. He never realized that the person he liked least was the most sincere of all. Before Li Zhaoye died, he saw Jiang Wenshu weeping until his eyes were red.

This time, Li Zhaoye didn't reject his advances. Whatever Jiang Wenshu gave him, he accepted. It was much better than working himself to the bone.

After spending some time together, Li Zhaoye had ten luxury homes in the land-is-worth-its-weight-in-gold capital, ten luxury cars, and 1,000,000,000 in his bank account...

Li Zhaoye: "Isn't this way better than working myself to death?"

But one day, Jiang Wenshu pinned him against the door and bit his ear. "I've been indulging you for so long, and I even gave you the entire Li family. You can't even give me one kiss of your own accord? Hmm?"

Li Zhaoye thought it over. Well, it wasn't like he couldn't. He hooked his long legs around Jiang Wenshu's lean waist, wrapped Jiang Wenshu's tie around his hand, and made him lower his head. "Young Master Jiang, is that all the nerve you've got? You can make a more outrageous demand."

Later, after a certain someone had worked Li Zhaoye so hard he couldn't get up, his back aching and tears glistening at the corners of his eyes, Jiang Wenshu held a cigarette between his lips and pulled him into his arms with a roguish grin. "Was that outrageous enough, my darling?"

Li Zhaoye: "..."

Jiang Wenshu had lived with the Li family for seventeen years. On the day he was taken back by the Jiang family, he saw the timid boy who had come from the countryside: Li Zhaoye, the Li family's real young master.

The boy was fair, clean, tall and graceful. He greeted Jiang Wenshu politely, and Jiang Wenshu fell for him at first sight.

He often went to the Li home just to catch a glimpse of him. Knowing Li Zhaoye wasn't cherished there, Jiang Wenshu was willing to give him anything.

At last, he coaxed Li Zhaoye into getting close to him. Jiang Wenshu fell ever deeper, only to discover that Li Zhaoye liked someone else.

Jiang Wenshu went mad with jealousy and, eyes red, begged Li Zhaoye to love him. "I'll give you everything. Please don't like anyone else, okay?"

He thought Li Zhaoye would refuse, but the next moment, the boy's soft lips covered his.

The boy said, "Jiang Wenshu, there's no one in this world better than you. I like you."

At eighteen, love is intense. You dare to love and hate without holding back. He fell for a boy who seemed calm and laid-back on the surface, but was calculating deep down and only cared about money.

That worked out just fine, because Jiang Wenshu was rich enough to support him.

Deep, money-loving real young master, hated by everyone × wife-doting, money-giving head of a wealthy family

Theme: If you can't forget someone, your feelings will be returned.