Initially, Qin Cheng had no intention of helping Fu Hou.

People like her—dumping blame then begging for help—were countless in his past life; he’d killed so many he’d lost count.

Back then, he must’ve had some strange buff stuck to him, attracting every misfortune imaginable.

Just wanting a quiet meal at a restaurant? Someone would inexplicably pick a fight.

Passing a minor dynasty where a princess tossed an embroidered ball to choose a husband? He’d walk away uninterested—only for the ball to somehow fly straight into his arms.

Then, out of nowhere, attacks from everyone.

Or a sacred sect’s disciple recruitment, personally overseen by the Sacred Maiden? Finding it dull and knowing he didn’t belong, he’d slip away—only for her to inexplicably select him. Jealousy flared, his demonic cultivator identity exposed, forcing him to fight his way out.

Countless times in his past life, standing in a sea of people, some woman would randomly use him as a human shield.

Damn it—just breathing felt like a crime.

He still wouldn’t help Fu Hou… but this upstart dared to use his name to bluff—and damn it, didn’t even recognize him?

Perfect timing. Park staff had just arrived.

Qin Cheng yanked Fu Hou forward with one hand, eyes narrowing amiably as he gazed at the man. Calmly: “Lao Biao.”

“Young Master Qin, sneak attacks? My specialty!”

Lao Biao nodded, a fierce glint in his eyes as he slowly advanced.

“H-hey… what are you—?!”

“You dare lay a finger on me—”

Thud—

The upstart’s eyes rolled back. He curled over his stomach and collapsed. The seductive woman beside him shrieked and bolted—zero hesitation, zero thoughts of loyalty or revenge.

And she ran that fast in high heels.

“In this civilized age, cursing all day? Damn, no manners at all,” Lao Biao declared righteously, retracting his fist. He hoisted the man up and tossed him to nearby amusement park staff.

“When he wakes, educate him exactly who Young Master Qin of Azure Cloud Group is. Understood?”

A bespectacled, bearded middle-aged man wiped sweat from his brow, accepted the unconscious upstart with a deferential nod to Qin Cheng, and hurried off.

With the upstart handled, Qin Cheng turned to the next issue.

He caught Fu Hou trying to slip away. Smiling gently: “In such a hurry? Don’t you want to stay with your big brother a little longer?”

“Uh… I… I was brain-dead back then… Can you forgive me? Let’s just part ways—you didn’t lose anything…”

Fu Hou stiffly turned. A trace of an awkward yet polite smile crept onto her fair little face.

“What do you think?”

Qin Cheng smiled at her.

“I… w-wah…”

Fu Hou pouted her cherry lips, a helpless whimper escaping.

She’d thought she’d found a good person to escape the bad guy.

Instead—trouble. Big trouble. She’d stumbled into an even worse villain.

Legend said Young Master Qin, heir of Azure Cloud Group, was a degenerate heir capable of any evil.

Done for…

…

…

“What’s your name?”

“Fu… Fu Hou.”

“Your ID? How do I know it’s real?”

“I… didn’t bring it… Who carries an ID while committing a crime? (muttering under her breath)”

“Young Master Qin, she’s lying. Is there even a surname Fu in Huaxia? Total bluff.”

“I’m not lying! I *am* surnamed Fu!”

Fu Hou puffed her cheeks, jumped up, and slapped Lao Biao’s knee.

“What proof do you have?” Lao Biao asked.

“I… what can I do? But I really am Fu!”

“Wait. She might actually be surnamed Fu…”

Qin Cheng spotted the blind spot. Without hesitation, his gaze drifted to Fu Hou’s chest.

There… utterly flat…

Fu Hou instantly noticed. A rosy flush stained her fair cheeks.

She clutched her shirt collar, futilely covering herself as she stepped back. “Pervert! Freak!” she chastised.

Lao Biao glanced once—then quickly looked away.

“Young Master Qin… I think she genuinely has the surname Fu.”

“Right? That’s what I thought too.”