When Ji Chen regained consciousness, the sky had already grown dark. He had been awakened by his phone ringing.
Looking around the room, he recognized it as Fu Chi’s home from his memories and instinctively looked down at his pants.
Seeing that he was a complete mess but at least his pants were intact, he let out a huge sigh of relief, answered the call, and said: “Aunt Wu, yes, I’ll be right back, don’t worry.”
After hanging up, Ji Chen scrambled up and hurried toward the door. Fortunately, Fu Chi was not home, and his car was still parked in the courtyard.
He nimbly hopped into his car and drove off. He did not want to stay in this ghost place for even another minute; the clone’s memories were simply humiliating. He was supposed to become a ruler!
Returning home covered in vomit, Wu Ning showered him with endless nagging.
His attempt to find his fake father today had been interrupted, so tomorrow he absolutely had to get his hands on Liuguang.
Reflecting on his failure in the previous life, he concluded that he had been too straightforward, exposing too many of his intentions targeting Fu Chi, which ultimately made the Ji family notice Fu Chi and exposed his identity as the real young master.
This time, he had to take it slow and try to keep things within a manageable range.
He could not let Fu Chi get close to QingSheng Group, nor could he let him become too prominent. He had to suppress this fellow for his victory in this life to be absolute.
These paper figures were so annoying!
He clearly wanted to sort out the world’s fortune and allow it to evolve from chaos into reality. What a great contribution, what a magnificent feat, yet these paper figures kept making trouble for him!
One had to know that the lives in the Chaos Realm were fake; they were doomed to repeat fixed plots over and over again without reincarnation, not even counting as living souls—he was the one bestowing existence upon them.
Yet there were still some who refused to cooperate; it was simply bizarre!
Grumbling and cursing under his breath, he finally drifted off to sleep. Skipping breakfast the next day, he intercepted his adoptive father, Ji Heng, right outside the entrance of the QingSheng Group headquarters.
To be fair, the Ji family had truly treated him well. Although he was an adopted son, the Ji family’s intention to treat him as their heir was entirely genuine.
His older sister had no interest in the business world, focusing entirely on her aerospace technology.
Ji Heng had also told him early on to enter the company and gradually familiarize himself with the group; it was the clone himself who had thought his biological father was in robust health and that there was no need to take over so early, so he had contentedly enjoyed his leisure.
Later, upon discovering he was a fake young master, the clone panicked, remembering his true purpose. Had he not targeted Fu Chi so excessively, the Ji family would not have grown cold toward him and driven him out.
Viewed this way, he truly had gone too far, but the problem was that this was a damn paper figure world, and only by maintaining peak fortune could his world protagonist status allow the plane to transform into a real world.
He was supposed to be the core, so how on earth did a fake young master plot come about? He could never quite figure it out.
Seeing his fine son daydreaming right at the company entrance early in the morning, the handsome uncle in a tailored suit stepped forward and flicked him on the forehead.
“What are you daydreaming about? Did you not see your dad? Are you waiting for me to greet you first?”
The passing years had not diminished Ji Heng’s striking presence; his aura remained formidable, even growing heavier and more profound. Beneath the deep indulgence in his eyes lay an overwhelming sense of pressure.
Though Ji Chen was merely a speck of dust and had never experienced familial love, the clone’s memories made his heart ache inexplicably. The indulgence he felt right now would eventually vanish once the real young master returned.
Covering his struck forehead, Ji Chen suddenly asked: “Dad, if Sister wants QingSheng Group, will I still be the heir?”
He did not know what he was competing against; he just wanted to ask—it was a very strange emotion.
Faced with this question, Ji Heng narrowed his eyes slightly and draped an arm around his shoulders as they walked into the company.
With a buddy-buddy tone, he whispered: “Come on, tell Dad, which little troublemaker have you been hanging out with lately to turn our little master, who usually only has food and fun on his mind, so sensitive?”
Suppressing the odd emotion from just now, Ji Chen explained: “I just had a dream last night. In the dream… you, Mom, and Sister all abandoned me. Dad, I do not want to idle around anymore. Can you give me Liuguang?”
They stepped into the elevator, and the executive assistant pressed the floor button.
Ji Heng still wore a smiling expression without probing deeper: “If you want it, it is yours. Go ahead and do things your way. If you run into trouble, come back to Dad. Wherever we are will always be your home.”
Ji Chen’s face flushed slightly: “I grew up long ago. I can handle my own problems if they arise.”
“Yes, yes, you are long past the age of wearing split-pants. So, when are you going to find a girlfriend, get married, and have children so your dad can enjoy some family bliss?”
“Dad, I am talking about work seriously here. Where are your thoughts wandering off to?”
Hahaha, Ji Heng was in a good mood. The father and son had always shared a very warm relationship.
Ji Heng had never laid a hand on him once since childhood, nor had he ever spoken harshly to him. Yet in his previous life… that look of utter disappointment remained vividly before his eyes.
Knowing he had not eaten breakfast, Ji Heng even specially accompanied him for a second meal.
Aware that company business was busy and having achieved his goal, Ji Chen did not want to delay further. He said goodbye to his father, took the handover documents, and left the company.
After he departed, Ji Heng’s paternal warmth faded away.
Turning to his assistant, he instructed: “Investigate everyone this kid has been hanging out with lately. If any of them have suspicious motives, notify their families. If they cannot discipline them, I do not mind teaching their entire households how to behave.”
The assistant lowered his head and quickly strode out of the office.
Sitting alone in his office, Ji Heng pulled open his desk drawer, took out an empty, unpopulated photo frame, and a profound sorrow showed in his eyes.
When Ji Chen received the handover documents, Liuguang also received the news of an incoming parachute president. Initially, the company’s senior management cursed up a storm, and the original president, who had been demoted against his will, felt an even darker gloom hanging over his mood.
Upon hearing over the phone that all benefits would remain unchanged and learning the identity of the new president, the company fell into an absolute silence before erupting into wild cheers.
The young master himself was taking the helm at Liuguang, and this was the very first company QingSheng Group had touched base with. What did that mean? It meant that people like them were very likely to become trusted confidants, making a future entry into QingSheng headquarters a breeze!
Amidst the collective excitement and fervent gazes, the Milky Way-colored sports car pulled up right in front of the Liuguang building.
As soon as Ji Chen stepped through the doors…
“Bang! Bang!” Colorful festive confetti cannons for weddings went off.
There was also a large red banner bearing a single sentence that everyone in the company shouted out together: “Welcome President Ji to helm Liuguang!”
Following that, Cheng Ming, who had been demoted to vice president, stepped forward.
With soaring enthusiasm, he declared: “Welcome, President Ji. Under your brilliant leadership, we believe our company will display even greater cohesion and centripetal force to jointly create a brilliant tomorrow.”
Although Ji Chen had never experienced ordinary human life, he possessed the clone’s memories, and at that moment, he felt like curling his toes inside his shoes.
Forcing a smile, he said: “Good, very good. Let us hold a meeting then. I heard Liuguang has an upcoming cooperation agreement to sign, and I have some different ideas about it…”
Of course, the young master’s ideas had to be implemented. However, with the raw stone supply from the Fu family cut off, their jadeite material still needed to be sourced.
Naturally, Ji Chen would not joke with his own assets. Without the Fu family, there were other families—they were not the only ones in this business, and his own circle of fair-weather friends had ventures in this field.
A single phone call and setting up a meeting time was a simple matter.
A cooperation that had already been negotiated fell through just like that. Naturally, Fu Chi had to figure out what was going on.
Upon hearing who the parachute president of Liuguang was, Fu Chi looked down at his aching lower body, his temples throbbing with tight veins. Splendid, this presence had been fully established; it was simply impossible to ignore.
The next day, Fu Chi went straight to the doors of Liuguang, but unfortunately, he was stopped at the entrance—without an appointment, the president would not see him.
This pent-up, smoldering fire in his chest grew increasingly fierce.