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The hot search rankings were trending, but Song Jianchu had only been asleep for less than ten minutes. His face was buried in the blanket as he grabbed his vibrating phone and pressed it against his ear.

“Am I going to die?” he asked.

There was a pause on the other end of the phone. “Did I wake you up?”

Song Jianchu took a long breath but didn’t respond.

Yin Chi tried to sound serious as he informed him, “Don’t go back to sleep. Your family’s company has gone bankrupt.”

Song Jianchu’s eyelids didn’t even flicker. “What does it have to do with me?”

Not getting the reaction he expected, Yin Chi hesitated before continuing, “SUK Group’s bankruptcy will also affect you, won’t it? Didn’t your dad and grandpa leave you with a lot of shares?”

“I sold them,” Song Jianchu replied.

“No wonder… When did you sell them? You had quite some foresight,” Yin Chi laughed and asked, “Did you sell them to your uncle? How much did you sell them for?”

“A few tens of billions, I forgot.”

Yin Chi fell silent for a moment.

“Boss,” his tone became more respectful.

“You see, I’ve been good to you for so many years. Do you need a real son who can enter your household at any time?”

“I need a real son who I can beat into a brain-dead state at any time,” Song Jianchu replied impatiently. “Is there anything else?”

“As someone who can inherit billions of dollars in fortune, I can endure a beating from someone who loves me…”

Before Yin Chi could even finish his heartfelt fatherly speech, Song Jianchu hung up the phone.

He had a severe bout of insomnia last night, and the phone call had woken him up. Song Jianchu slept through most of the morning, his hair in disarray as he lazily scrolled through Weibo.

Although it was the SUK Group that declared bankruptcy, “Song Jianchu goes bankrupt” was trending number one on Weibo.

The entire internet seemed to be celebrating.

Song Jianchu wasn’t a celebrity, but he generated more traffic than one.

As a phenomenon-level internet celebrity with five million Weibo followers, Song Jianchu first made headlines when he was sixteen for being admitted to a prestigious university. He was an excellent student with an angelic face, and netizens praised him to high heaven.

When he studied in Country A, Song Jianchu began sharing his daily life on Weibo and became a vlogger.

However, his vlog style was very different from what netizens had expected.

In Song Jianchu’s private life, there was no content related to studying or inspiring others.

Luxury cars, yachts, and private jets were as common as shared bikes on his Weibo, and the lavish parties he attended were beyond imagination. Some of his insane behaviors around wealth and money would even shock Saudi princes.

Instead of presenting an inspirational image that people would admire, Song Jianchu’s flaunting of wealth had become his signature image and was a permanent fixture on the trending lists.

Over time, netizens had become accustomed to his “BKing” image and were even addicted to it. As his vlog updates became less frequent, they cursed him more harshly, jokingly referring to him as the “Demon King’s Little Brother.”

After this night, Song Jianchu’s Weibo gained a few million more followers.

Everyone came to watch the Weibo richest person go bankrupt.

The latest vlog has exploded with comments.

“Thank goodness! The show-off rich guy has finally gone bankrupt! This is the hottest trend that brings me the most comfort this year!”

“So sudden, I hope the Demon King’s little brother is okay (firecracker).”

“Will the Weibo richest person’s vlogs now become a daily routine of showing off their bankruptcy? Can’t wait for that!”

“You guys should stop. Song Jianchu just likes to show off. He never promotes anything and hasn’t made a single penny from you. Instead, you’re all just freeloading on his videos. Shut your mouths.”

Song Jianchu lazily flicked through the comments with droopy eyes. He’s no stranger to being a web celebrity, having experienced all sorts of things, and is used to being pushed to the forefront.

However, he couldn’t help but laugh when he saw a comment that praised him excessively.

“Ah, I no longer have to worry about this kid bringing hate to my male idol. For the love of the demon, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.”

“If you’re sick, don’t forget to bring Mu Ye with you, okay? Song Jianchu has never publicly stated that he’s a fan of Mu Ye, and we don’t acknowledge it either!”

“Yeah, Song Jianchu isn’t a Mu Ye fanboy. He was just the first person to follow Mu Ye when he opened his Weibo account, and he spent 10 million to buy Mu Ye’s debut stage guitar. He’s always in the front row at Mu Ye’s concerts :)”

“He’s the number one fanboy.”

“Haha, if Song Jianchu can successfully chase after his idol, I’ll do a live broadcast on the Bund while doing a spiral flip in a thong.”

Song Jianchu chuckled.

“The Great Demon King never cuts off netizens, and Song Jianchu replied to this guy who was about to ascend to heaven: [‘I took a screenshot, send me your address, and I’ll buy the props for you first.’]

Song Jianchu also liked the announcement of the bankruptcy of the SUK Group, ignoring the confusion caused by this action across the entire internet, and threw his phone aside to take a shower.

While showering, he didn’t feel too well, as if his head was stuffed with a damp cotton ball.

It was sticky and heavy.

He hurriedly finished his shower, put on a thick hoodie, and called the driver to take him to the hospital.

When he received the doctor’s diagnosis, his second uncle’s cousin called him on the phone and gritted his teeth: “Song Jianchu, what does your like mean?”

Sitting in the hospital corridor, Song Jianchu looked down at the diagnosis report in his hand, and said calmly, “Have you never used the internet before? Do I need to explain what the like function means to you?”

“No wonder you promised to transfer your shares so readily, but turned around and invested in the other side. I think you sincerely want to ruin the SUK!” The other side exploded with anger.

Song Jianchu lazily said, “Wasn’t it your father who begged me with tears to transfer the shares to him? Now you blame me for being too easy to talk to?”

The company still needed the large amount of capital in this guy’s hands for turnover. Song Yan swallowed his foul language and tried to speak calmly, “Okay, even if it’s our decision-making mistake, the SUK Group was built from scratch by my grandfather. Since you inherited his legacy, you should have the responsibility to keep his family business, right?”

“But in his dying words, he said that life is short, and he wanted me to be happy and live as I want.”

“This is basic human decency!” Song Yan couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m still looking into grandfather’s will. I don’t believe he was blind to favor someone like you who only knows how to chase stars!”

Song Jianchu replied casually, “Maybe grandpa was also obsessed with looks. Among all his grandchildren, I’m the only one who inherited his good looks.”

Song Yan wanted to punch him.

Song Yan felt suffocated. “Who took you in when your parents died?”

“Don’t talk to me about feelings, talk about money.”

Song Jianchu’s tone became cold.

“Before I turned sixteen, all I knew was that the inheritance my parents left for me was ‘placed’ in the hands of my second uncle. But no one told me that the inheritance included cash, real estate, and stocks and funds, totaling 3.258 billion yuan.”

“…”

“Not to mention the interest on bank deposits, just the profits from stocks and funds in the past nine years alone have exceeded 780 million yuan. The rental income from real estate is even more, but when my second uncle handed over the inheritance, he didn’t mention a word. Speaking of which, after deducting the tuition and living expenses you spent on me for these nine years, you all owe me money.”

“…”

“Since we’re talking about it, let’s talk about how you’re going to pay me back after you go bankrupt.”

Song Yan was furious with embarrassment. “My father should have thrown you into an orphanage, you cold-blooded monster…”

“Right.” Song Jianchu interrupted coldly. “I’m a selfish and cold-blooded person. As long as I’m still alive, don’t even think about getting a penny from me for free.”

He hung up the phone, leaving the other side fuming with anger.

Song Jianchu crumpled the diagnosis paper in his hand and stuffed it into his pocket.

Feeling stuffy, he took off his mask. Several young women waiting nearby stared at him cautiously for a long time, constantly taking photos with their phones.

Perhaps they had seen him trending online and recognized him in the hospital. Their gaze was filled with surprise, excitement, and a bit of sympathy.

Song Jianchu put on his mask and pulled down the hood of his hoodie. He forgot the doctor’s suggestion to contact his family to arrange for hospitalization procedures and sent a message to Yin Chi.

[Song Jianchu : Come out, dad wants to treat you.]

That night, they went to a well-known members-only bar in Beijing. It was said that many celebrities and big shots frequented the place. Many people tried to find ways to get in and sit down, and some aspiring artists liked to come here to network.

There were more customers than usual tonight, and a famous singing competition contestant was invited to perform.

After the song ended, Yin Chi whistled at the beautiful female singer on stage. She looked at him and recognized the famous entertainment industry prince, giving him a flirtatious smile.

“Brother, I think I’ll have some luck tonight.” Yin Chi responded with a gentleman’s smile, asking the server to bring a drink for the female singer.

Meanwhile, Song Jianchu leaned on the bar with his hand propping up his face, the hoodie of his sweatshirt covering his head as he casually wrote something on a napkin.

“Congratulations, you’re going to be scammed again,” Song Jianchu commented.

“How can you call it a scam?” Yin Chi raised an eyebrow. “Both parties are willing, there’s give and take. At most, it’s called mutually beneficial.”

“Just call it what it is, sugar daddy,” Song Jianchu retorted. “Don’t go to great lengths to beautify yourself, I won’t praise you.”

“You little virgin know nothing,” Yin Chi scoffed. “Adults find pleasure in bed.”

Song Jianchu remained silent.

Yin Chi turned his head and looked at him for a few seconds before suddenly laughing and approaching him, pushing his phone in front of Song Jianchu’s eyes. “Little kid, you’ve grown up, and big brother needs to educate you about adult pleasures.”

Song Jianchu immediately grabbed the napkin and wrinkled his nose in disgust. “What are you doing…”

He soon fell silent, staring at the phone screen. The man’s facial features were three-dimensional and clear, and even in a candid moment, he was handsome enough to make one’s heart race.

Song Jianchu unconsciously stared at the phone screen.

Yin Chi widened the face on the photo with two fingers and lowered his voice, “Imagine your male god lying on your bed, obeying your every command, and whispering ‘my sugar daddy’ in your ear.”

After a two-second pause, Song Jianchu turned his head and blushed.

“Do you have anything in your head besides dirty thoughts?”

“What do you think?”

Yin Chi took the phone back and laughed, “Doesn’t it feel more exciting to imagine it with the nation’s prettiest boy in mind?”

“Get lost.”

“Hey, brother,” Yin Chi put his arm around Song Jianchu’s shoulder, “You’re an adult now, should I give you an adult gift?” Song Jianchu looked away.

“Mu Ye isn’t that kind of person, don’t compare him with those stars you keep.” Yin Chi laughed, “Have you talked to him?”

Song Jianchu said, “…”

Although it seemed like the entire nation knew that Song Jianchu was a Mu Ye fanboy, he had never successfully pursued a star before.

At best, he was a loyal fan.

He had to be discreet.

Song Jianchu knew his online influence, and while he didn’t care about being attacked himself, he didn’t want to affect others.

Especially Mu Ye.

He didn’t want to be influenced by haters, although he followed Mu Ye’s Weibo, he had to use a secondary account even to like his posts.

“This is how it is,” said Yin Chi, whose entertainment company was a leader in the mainland, and thus had a say in the entertainment industry: “In this circle, whether male or female, especially those who are famous, basically have a backer behind them. The game rules of the entertainment industry are crueler than you can imagine. Those who look clean, all have powerful capital behind them.”

“Oh,” came a docile response, which caught Yin Chi off guard.

He turned his head to look at the 18-year-old beside him.

It had to be said that this guy could become a super internet celebrity not solely based on his persona as a big devil.

Song Jianchu was actually much better-looking than those fresh meat stars.

The folds of the guy’s double eyelids were very shallow, and his eyelashes were even denser than many girls.

The night club’s lights were splendidly dazzling, casting orange light and shadow on the guy’s straight nose, making his skin appear slightly pale.

The guy lazily sat on a high chair, swaying his sneakers idly.

He was very nonchalant about everything.

Yin Chi’s eyebrows twitched, suppressing the urge to pinch the cheek of this pretentious brat.

He finished his words: “Since you like it so much and have the capital, why don’t you just do it yourself instead of letting others take advantage of you?”

“…”

Song Jianchu rarely drank alcohol, but tonight he had a few drinks, breaking his usual habit.

The alcohol had a delayed effect, and by the end of the night, he was feeling dizzy.

He remembered that there seemed to be a rooftop upstairs and decided to go there for some fresh air.

All the way, he was thinking about Yin Chi’s words.

Would Mu Ye also look for a financial backer?

As the top of the music industry, he shouldn’t need to…

Leaving his inheritance to his idol…that’s not a bad idea either.

Then he must watch those idiots die of anger before reincarnating.

Song Jianchu stumbled and opened the door to the rooftop.

Looking up, his gaze fixed on a clean and spacious platform on the top floor, with several white chairs and a tall, slender figure illuminated by a low streetlamp.

The man leaned casually against the railing, with his relaxed fingers holding a cigarette that flickered in the wind.

Hearing the sound, the man turned his head and snuffed out the cigarette, then walked towards the stairs with his arm draped over his coat.

As he approached, Song Jianchu suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The distance was too close, and the night wind carried the pleasant aroma of a high-end men’s fragrance mixed with a faint tobacco scent.

Song Jianchu’s heart skipped a beat.

He quickly regained his composure and realized that he had grabbed the man’s arm.

Song Jianchu immediately let go and stepped back apologetically, saying “I’m sorry.”

“Hmm?”

A gentle voice came down from above.

Song Jianchu’s ears tingled as he slowly looked up. The night sky was covered in a thin layer of sparse clouds, reflecting the orange glow of the city’s traffic lights.

The man had his back to the dazzling city lights and his messy, shiny black hair fell in disarray across his forehead. He tilted his head slightly to look at Song Jianchu, his smoke-gray eyes even more beautiful than in the photos, with pupils that seemed to be embedded with icy frost, misty and profound.

His gaze was gentle, but also carried an unintentional charm. Like the original vampire who elegantly concealed himself in the heights of the city, waiting for his prey to fall into his trap.

“Mu…”

Before he could call out the full name, the man lightly touched his head, gently stopping him.

“Hello.”

The touch barely registered through his hat, but the alcohol in his body seemed to be ignited.

Instantly, he felt dizzy.

Song Jianchu saw a triple image in front of his eyes, and suddenly felt dizzy.

Mu Ye and his friends were having a gathering here, and he came up to get some fresh air before leaving, without wearing a mask.

He didn’t expect to be discovered so quickly.

His phone vibrated a few times in his coat pocket.

Mu Ye withdrew his hand from the young boy’s head and took out his phone.

[Pei Shinian: Brother Ye, where are you?]

[Pei Shinian: Brother Xing and Brother Lu left first. My assistant and I are in the parking lot. Should we wait for you?]

[Pei Shinian: Brother, be careful when you’re alone. I heard that your “demon king fan” is here tonight. This guy is always so arrogant. He came here to drown his sorrows and who knows what he might do to you…]

Mu Ye glanced at the messages and saw the last one. He chuckled lightly.

As he replied to the message, he lifted his foot and headed for the stairs.

He took one step and suddenly felt his arm weighed down.

His footsteps paused again.

Mu Ye followed the force and turned his head, looking at the sleeve that was lightly grabbed.

Because of the movement, the smell of alcohol mixed with shower gel wafted from the young boy’s body.

Despite being accosted twice by drunken people, Mu Ye’s tone remained gentle: “Sorry, I can’t take photos. I’ve been trying to quit drinking recently, and if my manager finds out I’m here it will be troublesome.”

The drunk’s face was hidden in the shadow of his hat, his eyes staring directly at him, and he calmly responded with an “Oh.”

Mu Ye nodded and tried to remove his sleeve.

The fingers on the sleeve suddenly tightened.

The next second, the drunk calmly blurted out, his face turning red: “One billion a day, date me.”

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