"Mr. Yang Tianxiong, hello! I'm the attorney representing Shen Zhiqiang. Your uncle, Mr. Shen Zhiqiang, passed away three days ago at St. Andrew's Hospital in the UK due to liver cancer. Prior to his passing, he left a will bequeathing his entire £5 billion estate in the UK to you."
"If you have no further questions, please sign here and provide us with a bank account number. We'll arrange for the funds to be transferred from the UK to your account."
I couldn't believe my ears as the man spoke.
Countless times I'd fantasized about becoming wealthy, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine it would actually happen.
Five billion pounds!
To me, that was an astronomical sum beyond comprehension.
For a moment, I wondered if they had the wrong person.
The attorney simply smiled reassuringly. "Mr. Yang, we've already verified your identity. There's no mistake. The funds will be deposited into your account within two weeks at the latest. If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave now."
Long after they'd gone, I remained rooted to the spot, struggling to process what had just happened.
My parents died shortly after I was born, leaving my uncle as my only living relative.
Yet we didn't even share the same surname.
My grandfather had been desperately poor. To ensure his son's survival, he'd given my father up for adoption to our Yang family neighbors—hence my father took their surname to continue the Yang family line.
Meanwhile, my uncle left home to work overseas construction sites with a local contractor, severing what little connection remained between us.
A decade passed without a single word from him, and the family assumed he had most likely died abroad.
Who would have thought that today, someone would come looking for me in his name?
And what's more—they left me a five-billion inheritance!
I stared at the thick stack of documents in my hands, then lifted my gaze to the sky, a pang of melancholy washing over me.
"Thank you, Uncle. I’ll live well."
Five billion—enough to turn my ordinary life into something extraordinary.
I couldn’t help but wonder: if my ex-girlfriends, who left me because they thought I was poor, knew I now had five billion, would they regret it?
But even if they did, it wouldn’t matter.
They walked away when I had nothing.
They deserve nothing more than those second-rate rich kids worth a measly few million at best.
A man like me, with five billion to his name? They’re not even in my league.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm.
Even though I’d suddenly become a billionaire overnight, I had to tread carefully.
The world was still a dangerous place. Flaunting wealth only led to disaster.
Ninety-nine percent of those who did ended up kidnapped—the remaining one percent? They never knew peace again.
I have no intention of disrupting my peaceful life.
So I decided to keep going to work as usual—absolutely mustn’t let anyone catch wind of my billionaire status.
Speaking of work, I hesitated for a moment: Should I take the bus or hail a cab?
The bus would take forever, and with the midday rush, it’d be packed like sardines.
But taking a taxi might raise suspicions about my sudden wealth.
After some internal debate, I finally opted for the cab.
Come on, with five billion in the bank, a little luxury isn’t too much to ask.
About fifteen minutes later, the taxi pulled up in front of my office.
Just as I was about to step out, I ran straight into my third ex-girlfriend, Su Jing, and her thug of a boyfriend.
Talk about bad luck!
I pretended not to see them and tried to slip past, but they spotted me anyway. And that lowlife had no intention of letting me go—he blocked my path.
“What do you want?”
I stopped in my tracks, glaring at them with burning eyes.
“Su Jing’s broke. Isn’t payday coming up for you? Hand over ten grand—we could use some spending money.”
The thug stepped closer, palm outstretched, demanding cash like some two-bit extortionist.
Damn it, this isn't borrowing money—it's outright robbery!
"Stay calm, I need to stay calm," I told myself, taking deep breaths. "My injuries haven't fully healed yet. Getting hurt again over this isn't worth it. Besides, I'm practically a billionaire now—why risk my health over such petty cash? Once I inherit the fortune, I can deal with this scumbag anytime."
I clenched my fists, forcing down the rage bubbling inside me.
"All I have is a thousand bucks!"
I opened my wallet with trembling hands and pulled out the last remaining bills, offering them to the thug.
"What? Only a grand? You think I'm some beggar off the street?"
Seeing the gangster's face darken with anger, I quickly plastered on an apologetic grin. "Hey man, hear me out. My paycheck hasn't cleared yet—this is literally all I've got on me. Take this for now, and I swear I'll make up the rest as soon as I get paid..."
The thug's expression softened slightly at my explanation.
He snatched the cash from my hand.
"At least you've got some brains. I'll take this for now, but you better cough up the remaining nine grand the second your paycheck hits!"
I nodded eagerly, relief washing over me.
A real man knows when to bend and when to stand tall. With billions waiting for me, why stoop to this lowlife's level?
Just wait till I get my inheritance—I'll make him kneel and call me daddy!
"Yang Tianxiong! Grab a mop and clean the stairwells from the first to third floor!"
No sooner had I stepped into the office than my colleague Gao Zhuang swaggered up to me, his chest puffed out like some pompous rooster.
Disgusted by his condescending attitude, I retorted coldly, "I'm in sales. Cleaning is the janitor's job!"
The company employed over a dozen janitors, with two assigned to each floor. There was no reason for me to pitch in.
"What’s the big deal if the janitors are swamped? You’ve been lounging at home for a week—don’t you owe the company some effort?"
Now it clicked—this guy was deliberately making things difficult for me.
Back then, Gao Zhuang had also had a thing for Su Jing, but I ended up winning her over.
He’d been holding a grudge ever since.
This was clearly nothing but petty revenge.
