Yin Chengjue, the eldest son of the Yin Group, is a spoiled brat, a good-for-nothing who lives off his father's wealth. Apart from his handsome face, he has no redeeming qualities.

He is the template, the typical, the standard of the rich second generation circle in City A. Whenever someone wants to talk about the chaos in the current rich second generation circle over tea, they will inevitably bring him up, as if only in this way can they drink a few more bottles of wine and eat a few more bowls of rice.

Yin Chengjue himself didn't care how others slandered him; or rather, he had gotten used to it.

So whenever he hears similar remarks at bars or banquets, Young Master Yin will have the waiter bring those people a bucket of wine or a bucket of food, so that they can drink and eat well and chat at their leisure.

However, Yin Chengjue was in a good mood today, so when he was smoking on a balcony and overheard people talking about "Yin the Young Master's 100 ways to squander money" behind him, he simply strode over to the three gossipy men, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked down at them with his 1.91-meter height.

"Hey~ Have you guys seen my pets? They were just here."

The three gossipy men then realized that Yin Chengjue was standing right behind them. They were instantly terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat, their hair standing on end, and they all shook their heads in unison.

"No, I didn't see it."

"What kind of pet does Young Master Yin keep? Would you like us to help you look for it?"

Yin Chengjue waved his hand: "Sigh, never mind, they're not really rare pets, just a few very magical turtles."

"A magical turtle?"

With his hands in his pockets, Yin Chengjue leaned forward slightly and said in a tone as if he were about to share a secret, "Those three turtles, they can shake their heads and nod their heads, isn't that amazing?"

"Ah, that is indeed a bit..." The three of them nodded subconsciously and stopped at the same time, their faces turning ashen instantly.

Yin Chengjue straightened up, put a finger to his lips, and said, "Shh! Don't make a sound!"

The three of them didn't dare to provoke Yin Chengjue directly, and could only stare at him with stiff smiles.

Yin Chengjue put his other hand to his ear: "I think I heard turtles calling. I'm going to go find them. You guys continue talking."

After saying that, Yin Chengjue strode away, leaving the three people behind in a dilemma, unsure whether to speak or remain silent. They could only mutter angrily under their breath and return to the banquet.

Yin Chengjue hated attending these kinds of banquets. The theme of the banquet was just a gimmick. In reality, it was just a group of people who considered themselves to be of noble status sticking together, laughing and discussing other people's trivial family matters, and then clinking glasses over these jokes and taking a sip of wine in a pretentious manner.

Well, the main topic of conversation is almost always how some son of the Yin family conglomerate is unambitious and only knows how to keep mistresses and squander money.

If it weren't for Feng Chengda using that villa in Xishan District as leverage, Yin Chengjue wouldn't have come to a place like this to make a fool of himself.

However, Yin Chengjue only agreed to come, without specifying how long he would stay before returning, so he simply strolled around the banquet and then went back the way he came.

Today is Mingqian's birthday. He had planned it for half a month to give Mingqian a big surprise. How could he let a boring banquet delay his time?

"Boss, the 999 roses I ordered earlier." Yin Chengjue parked his car in front of a flower shop and rolled down the window.

The shop owner was an older man. As soon as he saw a big customer who had placed an order, he immediately told people to put flowers on Yin Chengjue's car.

"Young Master Yin, judging from your posture, are you going to propose?" The shop owner was a very outgoing person and could chat with anyone.

Yin Chengjue subconsciously touched a small box in his pants pocket, raised his eyebrows, and his handsome and flamboyant face was filled with an undeniable joy: "Yes, boss, do you have any discounts?"

"Haha, I'm afraid Young Master Yin won't be interested in our small discounts." Despite saying this, the shop owner still went back into the shop. When he came out again, he had a bright red rose in his hand. This rose was different from the others. Its petals overlapped to form a heart shape, and there were a few drops of water on it. The shop owner carefully wrapped it and tied it with a red ribbon.

"This is a new variety in our store. It's rare to grow several branches well. Please don't mind, Young Master Yin."

"I don't mind, they're very beautiful. Thank you. I'll order flowers from you again for my wedding." Yin Chengjue took the roses and decided to give them to Ming Qian first.

The shop owner laughed heartily: "Young Master Yin is very confident that it will be successful."

"certainly!"

After parking his car in the community garage, Yin Chengjue held the rose, straightened his suit in the car mirror, and then stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the 16th floor.

As the elevator ascended, Yin Chengjue felt a slight tension, but it was quickly dispelled by his boundless anticipation for the future.

"Ding!" The elevator arrived at the 16th floor. Yin Chengjue straightened his suit once more, walked out of the elevator with his head held high, took out a card from his pocket, walked to the door, and swiped it lightly.

With a "beep," the door lock popped open, and Yin Chengjue deliberately pushed the door open quietly, wanting to give Ming Qian a surprise.

However, at that moment, a sticky scream came, accompanied by a rhythmic movement sound, instantly pinning Yin Chengjue's feet to the doorway.

Everywhere you looked, from the doorway to the floor, clothes were scattered everywhere—from coats and ties to shirts, from trousers to underwear.

The door was directly opposite the side of the sofa, allowing Yin Chengjue to clearly see everything happening on the sofa.

This is truly an excellent angle; movies that can be filmed with just two or three people often prefer to be shot from this angle.

Because it's clear enough and powerful enough.

Yin Chengjue gripped the rose in his hand tightly, trying his best to speak in the calmest voice: "Ming, Qian."

The two people on the sofa froze instantly; for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Then, Yin Chengjue saw the man who had been pinned down by the other man sit up in a panic, seemingly trying to grab his clothes to cover himself, but only managed to grab his underwear hanging on the sofa. So he could only look at Yin Chengjue with an embarrassed expression and say, "Chengjue, let me explain."

"vomit!--"

Yin Chengjue finally couldn't hold it in any longer, and leaning against the door, he clutched his stomach and vomited violently.

This vomiting was so intense it felt like the world was turning upside down, and my head was throbbing with pain.

The acid churning in my stomach rushed straight to my throat, causing a sharp pain throughout my throat!

!! !! !! !!

Yin Chengjue suddenly opened his eyes, only to find himself lying in bed, surrounded by darkness and silence, with only his rapid breathing remaining. The lingering acid in his mouth reminded him once again that he had had that dream again.

He dreamed again of that night that disgusted him the most.

Because, from that point on, his entire life before his rebirth underwent a dramatic transformation.

The protagonist is the dominant one, a charming and wicked sugar daddy who is the top, and a lovesick movie star who is the bottom.