Not Fucking Me (Please Keep Reading, I'm Begging You)

Lu Jin had come under strict orders from the Lineage.

The Old Ancestor had spoken: they had to pay the hundred thousand Silver Dollars, and they had to do it with pomp and dignity. Everyone in Linjiang County had to know the Lu Family was not short of money.

To play his part in this spectacle, Lu Jin first had to buy himself a respectable outfit.

"Wanqing Tailor Shop..." Lu Jin looked up at the three-story Western-style building before him, with its blend of Eastern and Western design.

"Let's hope they have some decent Western goods."

Yet the moment he stopped, the passersby around him turned like iron filings drawn to a magnet. Every gaze snapped toward him.

"Look, it's the Third Young Master Lu!"

"Which one? The one with the slicked-back hair?"

"That's him! I heard he dropped a hundred thousand Silver Dollars at Zither Strings House in one go!"

"Tsk, tsk. Lu Ten Thousand!"

The whispers were deliberately hushed, but the wind still carried them into Lu Jin's ears.

His knuckles whitened around his Walking Stick, and his face darkened like a storm cloud ready to burst.

How many days had he even been back in the country?

He had planned to return home in glory, bringing advanced ideas from the West to save this decaying Lineage. Instead, before he could even spread his wings, someone had dropped an enormous black pot of blame onto his head.

Lu Ten Thousand.

That mocking nickname clung to his back wherever he went.

Which bastard is doing this to me?!

In his mind, Lu Jin cursed eighteen generations of the impostor's ancestors.

Just then, an ingratiating voice broke through the gloom surrounding him.

"Well, if it isn't Young Master Lu!"

The newcomer was Jack, the Male Model who had made snide