Knock knock—
“Young Master! The truckload of blue roses you ordered has arrived.”
The knock was followed by the voice of the butler, Zhou Dafu.
Jiang Chengye, who was just about to fall back asleep, shot up reflexively.
As soon as Zhou Dafu’s voice came, he knew it was time to go simp again… and get schooled by Ye Chen, who worked as a security guard at Tang Shiyu’s company.
But sorry—he wasn’t interested anymore. He would never be a simp again in this life!
“Uncle Fu, send the truckload of roses to be used as fertilizer.”
Jiang Chengye called out toward the door.
Zhou Dafu froze on the spot, even rubbed his ears in disbelief.
Was the Young Master… suddenly enlightened?
Before Jiang Chengye transmigrated into this body, its original owner was already a top-tier simp. The image of a rich playboy and useless second-gen had long been set in stone.
So, to Zhou Dafu and anyone who knew Jiang Chengye, he was the well-known simp.
Zhou Dafu was so moved, he almost cried with joy and rushed off toward the study room.
“Master! Master! The Young Master is awake! He’s awake!”
Jiang Chengye’s cheap father, Jiang Zhenhua, was practicing calligraphy in the study. Just as he was about to finish his stroke, Zhou Dafu’s voice startled him, making his hand tremble.
A massive comma appeared right in the middle of the xuan paper!
“Master, the Young Master is awake! He’s awake!” Zhou Dafu pushed open the door, eyes brimming with tears as he spoke with excitement.
“So what if he’s awake? It’s not like he was dead! Why are you so worked up!?” Jiang Zhenhua’s face darkened as he glared at Zhou Dafu.
He felt a pang in his heart as he stared at the ruined calligraphy. That was one of his best works—ruined, and it hurt.
“Master, the Young Master has given up simping! He told us to send the truckload of blue roses to be used as fertilizer!”
The brush in Jiang Zhenhua’s hand dropped to the ground with a loud slap.
An uncontrollable smile spread across his face.
“My son has finally grown up! He finally realized that simping leads to nothing in the end!”
Tears welled up in Jiang Zhenhua’s eyes as he ran toward Jiang Chengye’s room.
He had waited for this day for far too long.
He had tried countless times to stop Jiang Chengye from simping. It broke his heart to see his son humiliated again and again.
But no matter how many times he tried to talk sense into him, the kid refused to listen. He just kept simping.
Once, Jiang Zhenhua even locked him in the house. But Jiang Chengye shattered the glass and escaped.
He even went straight to Tang Shiyu’s company after quickly ordering another truckload of roses.
His dedication to simping made Jiang Zhenhua’s heart ache. Since then, he hadn’t dared intervene again.
After all, Jiang Chengye was his only son. If he pushed him too hard, who knew what the boy might do?
And so, in Jiangbei, Jiang Zhenhua was known as the “Father of the Wolf Simp.”
He had even considered using financial pressure to force the Tang family to give in, but Jiang Chengye refused no matter what.
He insisted on winning her over himself.
With no choice, Jiang Zhenhua could only turn a blind eye.
Just last night, right in front of Jiang Zhenhua, Jiang Chengye ordered another truckload of blue roses.
Don’t ask why. It was time to confess again—or rather, simp again!
Jiang Zhenhua had lost count of how many truckloads had been sent by now.
He only knew that the flourishing flower market in Jiangbei owed much of its prosperity to his son.
Bang! Bang!
Jiang Zhenhua knocked anxiously on Jiang Chengye’s door.
He only wanted to confirm two things:
One—Was Jiang Chengye really done simping?
Two—Had he been hurt by rejection and might do something foolish?
“Chengye, open the door. Dad wants to talk to you for a bit!”
Just as he was about to drift off to sleep again, Jiang Chengye was completely numb.
So even without a script, he still couldn’t sleep in?
But since it was his father, he had no choice. Grumbling, he got up and opened the door—then dove straight back into his cozy bed.
Nothing beat the feeling of falling asleep again!
“Chengye, come on, get up. Let’s have a proper father-son talk.”
Seeing him lying on his side with his back turned, Jiang Zhenhua’s tone grew serious. That posture made him worry whether his son was suffering from depression.
Depression wasn’t a disease, but it sure was dangerous.
“Dad, seriously, I just want to sleep for a bit. Can we talk after I’ve rested?”
Jiang Chengye pulled the pillow over his head.
That feeling of drifting into sleep—it was irresistible.
“Son, I can’t bear to see you give up on yourself. It’s just one woman! Look at our family’s status. Look at your status. With a wave of your hand, you could have any woman you want. All the money I earned—what’s it for? It’s so you can live happy, carefree! I’ve told you so many times, beautiful women are poison in disguise. They’re just pretty skeletons! If you want to mess around outside, however much money you spend, I’ll support you. But simping? That broke my heart. But now you’ve stopped—Dad’s happy, so happy!”
Jiang Zhenhua sat beside his son’s bed, sobbing with joy.
Outside the door, Zhou Dafu looked up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, his eyes red as well.
“Dad, I was wrong. I swear, if I ever simp again, I’m a ***! Now can I please go back to sleep?”
Jiang Chengye said helplessly.
He fully understood why Jiang Zhenhua was so emotional. After all, when he’d inherited the original Jiang Chengye’s memories, he saw it all—this guy was a pro at simping.
No matter how much Jiang Zhenhua tried to stop him, he always found a way to simp.
It was part of his character. And when Jiang Chengye took over this body, he had to follow the plot.
Simping. Every time.
Nine restarts. And every single time, the first thing he did was simp.
He had seen Jiang Zhenhua’s disappointed expression more times than he could count. Thanks to his simp reputation, Jiangbei knew Jiang Zhenhua as the “Father of the Simp.”
Who wouldn’t want to punch someone after hearing that title?
Back then, he didn’t want to simp either—but the system gave him too many rewards. Plus, the Heavenly Dao was watching.
Now, with no system, no Heavenly Dao…
He could finally say goodbye to the simp life.
But he didn’t expect Jiang Zhenhua to be this overwhelmed. Judging from the mood, they were probably going to throw a banquet to celebrate tonight!
“Hahaha! Good! Very good! My son Jiang Zhenhua’s son has finally done something right!” Jiang Zhenhua patted Jiang Chengye’s shoulder with pride and burst into hearty laughter.
His eyes were full of satisfaction.
“Alright, son, go ahead and sleep. Today marks your rebirth. From now on, this day will be the Jiang family’s rebirth day.”
Jiang Chengye grunted in acknowledgment.
“Wow hahaha!” Jiang Zhenhua laughed as he walked out, even gently closing the door behind him.
“Finally gone!” Jiang Chengye sighed and slowly drifted back into a deep sleep.