I am a wealthy heir—just tell me where to send the money!
“You little rascal, turn your face away.”
Just as Chen Ze frantically searched his memory, the woman beside him in the bed nudged him with her arm, her red lips brushing lightly as she spoke.
He turned his head to look; the woman’s eyes glimmered with a hint of playful resentment.
He could only lower his gaze once more.
Reason told him that sleeping with a stranger came at a price.
This was not the time to get cocky.
He kept silent, while the woman shot him a withering glare and pulled the quilt higher to cover her soft body.
She quickly got up, retrieved her robe from the bedside, and walked toward the bathroom. As she went, she tossed her hair and said, “I’m using the bathroom. Don’t you move.”
Chen Ze still said nothing. After she went in, he took the opportunity to observe the opulent hotel suite.
His gaze finally settled on the bathroom.
Through the frosted glass, he could vaguely make out her perfect silhouette moving.
That’s when he remembered.
He finally recalled who she was.
In 1998, he was born in a rural village in Hebei. His family had little, but his father was determined.
By the time he reached middle school, his father’s business had improved, and he was sent to attend school in Jinmen City.
He used to think his father was just a contractor, but only later realized he’d made it as a developer.
Their family’s net assets had reached tens of millions.
Their quality of life visibly soared. From his second year of high school, he lived the life of a rich kid.
But being a nouveau riche villager-turned-city boy, his mindset at first was unsophisticated.
Li Yao, the girl, was a bit cunning. As soon as she caught the scent of his newfound wealth, she made her move.
He was never particularly outstanding as a student, so the family set him on a study-abroad track early.
He eventually did go abroad, studying in America. Now it was summer break of his sophomore year.
Because he was from the countryside and had been a bit reckless before, his father arranged for him not to forget his roots—a lesson in humility through hard work.
Let him experience life as a laborer, tasting both bitterness and sweetness.
Last week, he’d just started a job in Beijing at a company specializing in e-commerce for electronics—like a major retailer selling phones citywide, only on a larger scale.
On July 15th, one month later, he would receive his first paycheck: 5,680 yuan.
On that very day, his family would go bankrupt.
The developer working with his father absconded with the funds, and later, suppliers took his father to court.
Because his father was both the main contractor and a shareholder in the development company, others ran, but his father stayed. In the end, he had to pay compensation and fines, and when the homeowners and workers made a fuss, it was all over.
His father was swindled into investing over twenty million into the project. Even if he hadn’t been the contractor, the blow would have been devastating.
After negotiations and the second trial, his family and other shareholders had to fill the financial hole with cash.
Finally, they ended up with an entire building as compensation.
The main deficit was workers’ wages and payments to suppliers—such as his father’s cement factory. With no government funds coming in, all demands turned to them.
It wasn’t a total loss—they were given property rights in exchange for the debt. Once the building was completed, the whole thing would be theirs.
But in his previous life, that project was never picked up. There were too many unfinished buildings in Jinmen. Even if the government took over, it would only be dealt with perfunctorily.
What did perfunctory mean? The building would be finished, and you could live in it—but there would be no property rights, and once the land lease expired, you’d be expected to leave without protest.
Though spending money averted disaster and his father wasn’t labeled a defaulter, he no longer dared return to his hometown. Instead, he and his mother opened a small grocery in Shimen, and the grand words in his mouth disappeared.
His father had only an elementary school education and, to be honest, wasn’t very bright. His success had come from sheer grit and bravery.
But now, it was no longer an era where courage alone could make money.
After the family went bankrupt, the impact on Chen Ze was profound—he even considered suicide.
A lifelong love was gone; his loyal friends vanished; he couldn’t even afford to continue his studies.
Even returning to his hometown, they had to bow their heads lower than those who’d never known wealth.
Of course.
Chen Ze would never let this tragedy repeat itself. What he’d lost, he would reclaim many times over.
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PS: There is a system in this story, but it only enhances the protagonist’s personal attributes (giving him some unique skills for conquering women).
Stay tuned, godfathers.
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[Congratulations, Lustful Deity System has loaded. You have gained the ability to monitor your own desires and may choose accordingly.]
[A starter gift package is now being delivered.]
[2,830,000 yuan.]
(Assets from your previous life, bundled for you.)
[5 Universal Attribute Cards.]
(Each can increase a personal attribute point.)
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Deity: Chen Ze.
Age: 20.
Constitution: 65 (poor).
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Stamina: 71 (average).
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“System??”
A flurry of wild moves.
Chen Ze was utterly dumbfounded.
His expression now was truly one for the books—beyond words, as if the impossible had just knocked on his door.
Was he really about to embark on a face-slapping spree, playing with all the hidden rules and rising to the pinnacle of life?
As the realization gradually settled in, he leaned back against the headboard and pumped his fist in excitement. This was just too good.
System—it was really a system!
There was a popular joke online: “How I wish my dad would one day give me a kick and say, ‘Son, we’re rich.’”
Whenever Chen Ze saw such comments, he wanted to say—he’d lived it, but deep emotions were easily betrayed.
He’d been a rich kid for only four years.
His time was up before he knew it.
Honestly, he didn’t need a system after being reborn, but who would refuse a freebie?
After all, his dream was never to prove himself through hard work or to strive for ideals; he missed the days when he could rely on his father’s wealth without a care.
Being a rich kid—what a wonderful thing.
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“Your card ending 7766 received a deposit of 2,830,000 yuan from China Merchants Bank on the 10th, bringing your balance to 2,870,690 yuan.”
His phone chimed with a text message. Chen Ze sighed as he read it—a final closure on his past life.
After the bankruptcy, he dropped out of school, stayed in Beijing to work, and after six years of hard work, caught the short video boom—better than some, worse than others.
He couldn’t call it success, as it was exhausting.
And extremely anxiety-inducing.
He couldn’t slack off, nor could he keep up with the hustle.
Occasionally, he’d meet up with friends or get a massage—one of his few pleasures in life.
Chen Ze felt a wave of emotion, but there was no time for nostalgia. A pleasant voice sounded in his ear again.
[You have resolved your basic needs. Please now choose one of two indulgence options.]
[Option one: Don’t hold it in this morning—meeting your physical needs is instinct. Complete this for a unique skill reward.]
[Option two: Streak through the hotel to vent your excitement. Complete this for an attribute card reward.]
“Huh?”