Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

For the next four days, Bai Li lived a very regular life.

During the day, I would drive my Panamera to pick up a few girls from the hotel and take them out for a stroll, using up my daily allowance of one thousand yuan.

Every night, without fail, he goes home to eat and sleep.

And the money in his pocket increased from 36,000 to 90,000.

Today, Bai Li went out partying as usual, parked his car downstairs across the street, and went home.

"Mom, I'm home." Bai Li changed her shoes and called out to the house.

"So what if he's back? Why are you trying to summon his soul?" Wang Xiulian, wearing an apron and holding a spatula, came out of the kitchen.

"Wash your hands and eat! Your dad was just nagging you about it."

Bai Weiguo was sitting on a small stool picking vegetables when he saw his son return. He snorted.

"Is your teacher's project that busy? He's always on the go, treating his home like a restaurant or hotel?"

In the past, Bai Li would definitely have talked back.

But now, looking at his father's graying temples and his mother's slightly hunched back, he felt only warmth in his heart.

"Dad, isn't the New Year just a week away? The project needs to be pushed forward again," Bai Li said with a grin, taking out a bottle of good wine from his pocket.

This is a bottle of Wuliangye liquor that I bought casually while shopping at the supermarket with Chen Tingting and the others during the day.

"Oh? This wine must be expensive, right?" Bai Weiguo's eyes widened instantly. Although he said he was disgusted, his hand honestly took it.

"What a waste of money! But the packaging... looks really nice."

"A friend gave it to me," Bai Li said jokingly, "Just so you can have a taste."

At the dinner table, Wang Xiulian served Bai Li braised pork while rambling on:

"Xiao Li, you're not getting any younger. I think your Aunt Wang's daughter downstairs is quite nice. Why don't you go meet her sometime?"

"Mom, there's no rush," Bai Li said, taking a bite of rice and speaking indistinctly. "Right now, I just want to make money."

"Money-grubbing, money-grubbing, you're obsessed with money!" Wang Xiulian glared at him, but seeing her son enjoying his meal, her eyes and brows were full of smiles.

These mundane and somewhat trivial days allowed Bai Li to find a grounded anchor amidst the dazzling and extravagant excitement outside.

Outside, he's a tycoon who spends money like water, a god in the eyes of these young, spirited women;

Back home, he's just an ordinary son who gets teased by his mom for not wearing long johns.

This contrast made him feel it was exceptionally real.

After dinner.

Bai Li lay on her small, not-so-spacious bed, looking at the moon outside the window.

Tomorrow is Xia Qing's engagement banquet.

My phone vibrated; it was a WeChat message from Xia Qing.

[Green Hat Woman]: Bai Li, tomorrow at noon, Kaiyue Hotel, you're not going to skip it, are you?

Bai Li sneered and didn't reply to the message.

He opened the four-person group chat called "The Misfits (Upgraded Version)".

[Bai Li]: Everyone assemble at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

The moment the message was sent, the group chat exploded.

[Rampaging Lolita]: Received! Big brother! Are we going to fight?

[Lin Xiaoshuang]: Yay! I get to see my older brother again!

[Bai Li]: No, tomorrow is the engagement banquet of the cuckolded woman and the cheating man, so it's time to present the "big gift" we prepared.

[Bai Li]: Remember, when the time comes, you will do whatever I tell you to do.

[Rampaging Lolita]: Holy crap, it's tomorrow! Hahahaha, I can already picture that old woman's expression.

【Cool Xin】: That guy who lasted three seconds is probably going to lose all his face.

[Lin Xiaoshuang]: Let's fight! Let's fight!

After Bai Li finished giving the notification, she put down her phone and took out a USB flash drive from the drawer.

The USB drive contained videos and audio recordings taken a few days ago at the 7 Days Inn.

Bai Li stroked the cold USB drive, his eyes appearing somewhat deep in the darkness.

"The pomp and circumstance you desire, I'll give you. The prestige you crave, I'll also give you."

"I just don't know if you'll still be able to laugh when this fig leaf is torn off."

The cold wind howled outside the window, and tree branches slapped against the window frame.

The show is about to begin.