Young Master Lin is looking for a woman? And a woman three years older than him—Is it a prank? Or is the world ending?
Han Xiayang collapsed onto the bed, ready to continue his sleep.
The "ding dong" sound from WeChat instantly jolted the drowsy sleeper awake.
Finding the phone he'd just tossed onto the bed, Han Xiayang opened WeChat and was immediately startled by the photo on his phone.
Seeing the photo sent by Young Master Lin, Han Xiayang's hands holding the phone began to tremble.
He was surprised, but also angry.
Surprised that Young Master Lin, after twenty-five years of living like a monk, finally found a woman he likes, but angry because Young Master Lin called him at four-thirty in the morning New York time to find a woman named An Nan, aged 28, female, and not particularly attractive.
What shocked him even more was the photo sent by Young Master Lin via WeChat; he had examined it carefully—it was painted in oil, and a woman appeared under Young Master Lin's brush. What could be more surprising than this?
It's known that since Young Master Lin began learning to paint, he never painted people, let alone a woman.
The continuous surprises and anger made Han Xiayang unable to sleep anymore. Now, he felt like he was on adrenaline, ready to pass this explosive news back home to let the other bastards know.
However, the subsequent WeChat message from Young Master Lin quickly extinguished his excitement: "If anyone unnecessary gets wind of this, after a month, you can just buy a ticket to Africa to cultivate barren land."
"Ahhhh, Lin Mubai, you son of a—you're too ruthless." A howl of despair echoed in the sky over New York at half past four in the morning.
He originally wanted to use this news to trick a few other bastards back home, but it was immediately stifled in the cradle by the insidious and sly Young Master Lin.
Disappointed, he was even more curious about the identity of the woman in the photo. Who exactly is she? To make Lin Mubai, who never cares about women, search at all costs—it indeed is rare.
Unable to fall back asleep, Han Xiayang decided to begin investigating the identity of this mysterious woman right now.
He is three years older than Lin Mubai; when he met him, he was only twenty-one. Now it's been seven years. For seven years, he has never seen a woman around Lin Mubai, making him always suspect that the young master might be gay and even worried about his own safety. Now, it seems he can finally rest easy.
At four o'clock in the afternoon that day, Lin Mubai boarded a flight at John F. Kennedy International Airport to fly to B City in China as scheduled, while originally planning to return together, Han Xiayang was left in the United States searching for someone.
A month after returning home, Lin Mubai officially took over the family business, Lin Group, with thunderous methods, becoming one of the foremost young talents in B City, as well as a glittering bachelor in the eyes of countless women—a man whom every parent wishes their daughter could marry.
On this day, Lin Mubai was handling company affairs in his office when his private phone rang. Those who knew this number were generally acquaintances. Lin Mubai answered without hesitation; the caller was his good brother Xi Shaoqi, with whom he had played since childhood.
As soon as the call connected, a resentful voice immediately came through: "Young Master Lin, have you finished this month's busyness? If you have, please grace us tonight."
"Alright, address." For the past month, dealing with the group's affairs had indeed kept him extremely busy. He was looking forward to catching up with old friends in this brief downtime.