Wen Cheng transmigrated into the body of the vicious, legitimate young master of a wealthy family. There was also a fake young master in the family who constantly schemed, trying to force him to leave.

Don’t ask, asking is just pointless. He’s too lazy to even pretend.

Ask again, and he’ll tell you he’s a simple man.

With a monthly allowance of one million yuan, a mansion, free food and accommodation, what bad thoughts could he possibly have?

The scheming fake young master got together with Wen Cheng’s fiancé and, after deliberately letting Wen Cheng see them together, tearfully grabbed his hand: “Older Brother, please don’t misunderstand. I couldn’t help myself. It has nothing to do with him~”

The fiancé stood in front of the fake young master: “Stop talking, I just want to be with him! What are you going to do about it?!”

Wen Cheng pondered for a long time: “That’ll be a different price.”

The scheming fake young master went online: “Older Brother, Dad and Mom worked hard to build their business. I think… your professional skills might not be suitable for managing the company. For the sake of Dad and Mom, can you give up your inheritance rights? I’m doing this for your own good.”

Wen Cheng: “…You’re right. With our abilities, managing the company is just giving money to our competitors. It’s better to rely on Wen Qi. We should give him more tonics, so we can live a comfortable life!”

Scheming fake young master: …

Wen Qi, who had just returned from working overtime at the company: …!

Who was Wen Qi?

The president who severed his adopted son relationship with Wen Fu at eighteen and now controlled half of Wen Corp, decisive in his actions, aloof and distant, the most powerful supporting character in the entire book.

The perfect golden thigh for the salted fish Wen Cheng to cling to!

The scheming fake young master expressed: Why isn’t the foolish true young master following the script!

And Wen Qi wondered: How can I motivate this salted fish Wen Cheng?

Later, both Wen Qi and the little schemer found the right way to interact with the little salted fish.

Scheming fake young master: … I’m not fighting anymore, he’s too lazy to even fight with me.

Wen Qi: It’s good that he’s so lazy. He looks quite cute sprawled on the bed.

Wen Cheng (with a mysterious backache): Strange, strange, what the f*ck!

Lazy, truly salted fish shou & initially steady as an old dog, later only speaks dirty to the shou, incredibly good at flirting gong.

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