In the quiet, dark space, the senses of smell and touch were exceptionally acute.
The collision of sweat rolling down skin and a rich, fragrant aroma of wine slowly shattered a reason that was already hanging by a thread.
Ten slender, pale-cold fingers gripped the wrinkled black bedsheets with a force strong enough to make the knuckles faintly creak, desperately trying to ignore the intimate and shameful sensation of being pinched at the back of the neck.
Seeming pleased by such a powerless Ji Chen, the fierce beast that had bared its fangs stopped feeding and whispered at the edge of his earlobe: “Little young master, where is your pride?”
That single, casual phrase sounded like an ancient deity making a declaration, and a sticky, bone-chilling terror instantly spread through his entire body.
Ji Chen sat up abruptly, gasping heavily. It took him quite a while to calm down before he turned on the bedside lamp.
It was a dream, yet it was not just a dream.
As a gentle, warm light enveloped his well-defined silhouette, Ji Chen looked at his trembling hands in disbelief.
He was someone about to become the ruler of the Great Thousand World, yet he was actually scared into trembling by the memories of a clone?
Had he lost his mind, or was this Chaos Realm not normal?
Lying back down under the covers, Ji Chen furrowed his brows in utter incomprehension.
As long as the fortunes of the various planes within the Chaos Realm were successfully sorted out, the paper figure worlds would all become true planes and successfully ascend to the Great Thousand World.
With such boundless merit, he would naturally become the ruler of the Great Thousand World, but all the clones scattered across the small planes had run into problems.
To sort out fortune, one naturally had to deal with the world’s protagonists.
This clone of his had a very noble background. To put it simply, he had a father who was a group chairman, a mother born into a political family, and an older sister protected by the state for her research in military industry and aerospace technology.
As the only boy in the family, he should have smoothly walked to the pinnacle of his life and inherited everything without any accidents, but things developed to the point where he actually ended up as a fake young master!
It was simply unimaginable. This script was completely wrong. How could the world’s male lead, whose fortune was maxed out, possibly be a fake young master?
What was even more ridiculous was that he was several years younger than the real young master, and the Ji family had only adopted him because they thought the real young master was dead. He was the only one who did not know.
Without a doubt, the real young master was alive, and he had no qualifications whatsoever to inherit everything.
In his previous life, the clone learned the truth and frantically suppressed the real young master. There was nothing wrong with this approach; after all, he could not lose the world male lead halo, otherwise the fortune of the small plane would become unstable, and the Chaos Realm would fail to evolve.
The problem was that he had lost, ended up with nothing, and even became a caged pet of a paper figure—an utter humiliation!
This time, with his true-body will personally arriving, he was going to properly meet this true young master, Fu Chi, to see what kind of monster he really was.
Sleeping soundly and full of confidence, he had a rather stable rest this time. As soon as dawn broke, he briskly got up to wash up, changed his clothes, and went downstairs.
Wu Ning, the housekeeper who had taken care of him since childhood, was holding the breakfast that she was about to send over to keep warm. She looked surprised and said: “Young Master, why are you up so early today?”
Seeing the hands of his expensive wristwatch pointing past nine o’clock, Ji Chen’s eyelids twitched slightly. Perhaps it was not without reason that his clone had lost; he seemed to have been raised into good-for-nothing luxury.
“Morning, Aunt Wu. Give me the breakfast. I need to head over to the group headquarters later to ask my dad for a subsidiary company to start my own business. From now on, it will be nine-to-five, and I will become a corporate elite.”
Around fifty years old, wearing a floral apron and looking somewhat plump yet very affluent, Wu Ning beamed with pride.
“The young master is truly amazing, actually thinking of starting a business. As expected of the crystallization of Sir and Madam, possessing naturally superior genes. However, is asking for one subsidiary company enough? If not, should we have Sir assign you some senior management executives from the group?”
Ji Chen thought he was already shameless enough, but he never expected there would be an even more exaggerated hype-man.
With a complicated mood, he drove his global-limited-edition sports car away from home, but his mind remained hazy and kept recalling that “dream.”
The vicious whisper in his ear: “Little young master.”
His heart contracted, and he stepped hard on the accelerator.
“Bang!” He rear-ended someone.
His car was expensive and top-tier in every aspect, so naturally, he was completely uninjured. He looked at the vehicle in front of him through the windshield.
Ah, it was also a luxury car, but it was only worth two or three million, not in the same league as his own ride.
Now that was more like it. How could a bunch of paper figures have more style than the world’s protagonist?
The driver of the car ahead had already stepped out. Ji Chen languidly rolled down his driver’s side window, revealing a face that made people instantly want to bully him.
The clone’s appearance was identical to his true body, featuring silver-gray gradient hair dyed specifically to match the striking Milky Way-colored sports car.
His cool, stylish attire and the playful, arrogant smile at the corner of his lips were paired with a pair of obedient puppy eyes. The stark contrast between contradiction and defense easily ignited certain dark desires.
Upon seeing this face, the driver who had stepped out turned pale.
Even though seeing this car had already led him to anticipate that the other party came from a very lofty background, he still never expected it to be this person—the heir of QingSheng Group!
Even his own boss could not yet reach that level.
Things having reached this point, the driver of the rear-ended car certainly could not just get in and run away, and President Fu was still sitting inside the car.
The driver cautiously stepped forward: “Could this be Young Master Ji?”
Ji Chen beckoned with his hand: “Bring out the QR code. How much compensation do you want? Speak.”
“There is no need. Presumably, Young Master Ji has matters to attend to and drove so hurriedly. Let’s take care of your affairs first.” The rear door of the car in front opened, and out stepped a man who instantly made Ji Chen grit his teeth.
That figure half a head taller than him, that v-taper waist with long legs, those phoenix eyes as tranquil as the dark night, and that fake, decadent smile all caused the clone’s memories to roar and surge.
The foot resting on the accelerator had the intent to exert force—he might as well just run him over and be done with it.
Damn it, no!
Because the clone had lost once, the world protagonist’s fortune had been plundered heavily, and simply getting rid of him would not solve the matter.
Taking three deep breaths, he barely managed to suppress his murderous intent, pushed open the car door, and strode up to Fu Chi.
Arrogantly and rudely grabbing Fu Chi by his tie, he asked with a terrible attitude: “You knew this young master had matters to attend to, yet you still blocked my path. Are you feeling quite arrogant?”
The driver on the side twitched his cheek. Just who was the arrogant one here?
It was over; today’s matter probably could not end well.
Fu Chi was surprisingly calm. The curve of his lips did not change by a fraction as he lowered his gaze to look at the young master who was clutching his tie, saying with a great deal of patience: “It was my fault. How does Young Master Ji wish to resolve this?”
Ji Chen quickly searched his memory for comparison.
At this time, Fu Chi should have already reached a preliminary cooperation agreement with Liuguang, a subsidiary under QingSheng Group.
Ji Chen had intended to go ask his fake father for this company today to cut off Fu Chi’s escape route.
Fu Chi’s existing background was not weak either; his family was in the jadeite business, and their family’s Liuguang was a very famous jewelry brand. Making jewelry required raw stones, making Fu Chi naturally seek out cooperation targets.
Haha, since they had bumped into each other, there was no reason to miss the chance to stir things up.
Ji Chen let go of the tie and said with an irritated expression: “This young master finds you bad luck; I’m in no mood to take care of business anymore. Where are you going?”
Fu Chi’s eyes flickered for a moment as he calmly replied: “There is a wine banquet.”
Ji Chen laughed inwardly. Splendid, it seemed this was precisely the drinking-table culture before signing contracts with Liuguang.
He would just go and wreck it. Although he had not yet taken over Liuguang, who among the upper management of QingSheng Group did not recognize him?
He furrowed his brows—all those people had to watch his face.
Bypassing Fu Chi, he got into the car, patted the passenger seat, and said: “Get in. I will give you a ride. After hitting your car, I feel rather guilty.”
Fu Chi stared at Ji Chen for three seconds, confirming that this young master was harboring malicious intent. Yet, showing no fear, he complied and got in.
Ji Chen was full of wicked intentions, the little demon inside him breaking into a malicious smile, but he never expected that this wine banquet was not the wine banquet he had imagined.