In October, the north wind lingers.

The housing prices in the capital have been rising every day, and the residential properties at the intersection of the Third and Fourth Ring Roads have already reached several hundred thousand yuan per square meter.

Jin Wuduan relied on the blessings of his ancestors and was fortunate enough to find a place to settle down.

During the free time in the afternoon on Monday, when most people are working, the only ones strolling on the streets apart from idle individuals like Jin Wu Duan, are mostly tourists carrying backpacks for sightseeing.

A foreign friend with golden hair and blue eyes held a map and quickly glanced at the two people approaching him. Perhaps thinking that Sinen's appearance seemed friendlier, he politely asked, "Can you speak English?"

Sinian saw that this foreign friend needed help, but unfortunately his cultural level was not high. Although he could barely guess the meaning of this friend, he couldn't even make a normal sound, let alone help with directions.

He could only give a sorry wave.

This reaction made the foreign friends feel a bit embarrassed and surprised.

English is one of the widely spoken international languages in the world today. This place is also the political and cultural center of the empire. The person in front of me appears to be quite young, probably still in school, gesturing with their hand...

It should be a refusal to help, right?

The foreign friend nodded and said, "Thank you!" Then, in a slightly hurried manner, they turned around to find the next suitable person to ask for directions. Meanwhile, Jin Wuduan, who was beside Si Nian, took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

My tongue felt cold and painful, and when the wind blew, it even felt slightly knotted.

Jin Wuduan stuttered a little, but his pronunciation was very standard.

Although he did not receive a good education, after being taken in by the Jin family in his previous life, he learned everything he should and shouldn't have learned.

Jin Wuduan is indifferent to how others perceive him, but the head of the Jin family, his respected father, does care.

Losing face is the most fundamental... as a member of the Jin family.

Rules!

At the beginning, some people said that Jin Wuduan was a despicable, unworthy, and illegitimate child who couldn't rise to prominence.

He didn't care.

People who have grown up in a world of laughter have seen it all, what haven't they experienced with embarrassment? Jin Wuduan doesn't even know how to write the word "self-esteem," let alone feeling inferior.

His face is thicker than the corners of a city wall, those roundabout words cannot hurt him.

Later, some people also said that Jin Wuduan was a peasant who had the ability to be reincarnated, was uncultured, and looked down on others.

He still didn't care.

Everyone is speaking the truth, and they're saying it behind his back. By the time it reaches his ears, who knows how much it has been embellished, making it sound very pleasant.

When people call him a bastard, Jin Wuduan doesn't really care, let alone a few mere adjectives.

I never expected that the father who had always treated him like air would come out with the words, "Such a disappointment!"

The man, sitting in a spacious study and puffing on a cigar, glanced over and remarked, "What a loser!"

He didn't even take a good look at himself, but Jin Wuduan suddenly started to care a bit.

For some unknown reason, I simply care a lot.

I paid attention to the man's gaze, tone, and the short three words.

Useless!

It's as if I have disappointed him myself.

It's like...

He held hope for himself in the same way.

I really wanted to hear a word of affirmation.

Jin Wuduan began to become cruel, ruthless, and ambitious.

Born into contempt, in the years of continuously climbing up from nothing, it becomes a past that others dare not mention again.

The glory bestowed by his father's lineage and the wretched background given by his mother were no match for Jin Wuduan's inherent bloodthirsty nature.

His means were exceptional, leaving no one daring to contend with him, nor dare anyone to easily comment on him.

The bloodthirsty lone wolf, indifferent to everything, values only one life, and no one dares to challenge it.

Before his rebirth, Jin Wuduan was the third young master of the Jin family who had been drifting in the secular world for decades, living a thrilling and chaotic life.

I have fallen into the mud pit, and I have also been in the clouds.

Now, after being reborn, Jin Wuduan is just someone who can speak a bit of English, a jobless drifter who lives off others.

Jin Wuduan carefully pointed out the directions on the map to his foreign friends, and when bidding farewell, he embraced Sini's shoulder and said something to him.

My spouse cannot speak, so they cannot help you. I apologize!

When the foreign friend heard Jin Wuduan say that Sinian was his same-sex lover, and that he was also a mute, he was visibly surprised. He let out an exclamation of astonishment, walked over to shake Sinian's hand, and then patted Jin Wuduan on the shoulder.

There was another round of chatter and discussion.

With an air of an old lady unexpectedly encountering someone in the hallway, she began chattering away about everyday life.

Siniang couldn't understand what they were saying, but she vaguely caught the word "Love" which was repeated quite frequently. She then inexplicably took a photo.

Jin Wuduan waved goodbye to his foreign friend and looked back three times. When Sini saw him smiling with his tongue out, he realized that although they were together every day, there was no one to talk to. Judging from his reluctant expression, he must have been holding back for a long time.

I felt a pang of inexplicable unease in my heart.

Jin Wuduan didn't know why Sinian was staring blankly at the wallet. She nudged him and whispered, "This is an essential item for daily life; you can't skimp on it."

With a sigh, Sīnián suddenly looked down at his hand and was startled to see that Jǐn Wúduān was holding a box of condoms.