Wang Youfu and the other two exchanged glances, their faces lighting up with delight.  

Since this idiot had taken all the blame upon himself, the 600 million in debt had nothing to do with them. Even if Lin Wanwan came to collect, she wouldn’t be able to target them.  

Guo Shujuan grabbed Lin Zhengping’s hand and said hypocritically, “Zhengping, you’ve suffered so much all these years. It’s my fault as your mother. Once things settle down, I’ll make it up to you.”  

Lin Zhengping, whom Lin Wanwan had called a fool, was instantly swayed by this insincere consolation. His eyes welled up with tears.  

“Mom, it’s me who failed you all. I made you suffer. Once I inherit the Shengshi Group under the Lin family, I’ll take good care of you.”  

“But… didn’t Lin Wanwan say…”  

“Mom, none of that matters. The Lin family is all dead now—only Lin Wanwan is left. I’m her legal foster son. Once she dies, the Lin family’s assets will naturally fall into my hands.”  

Hearing this, Wang Youfu and the other two were overjoyed.  

“Second Son, you mean…”  

“Dad, exactly what you’re thinking. If we get rid of Lin Wanwan, the Lin family’s wealth will be ours.”  

At this moment, Lin Zhengping was like a venomous snake, lurking in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment.  

It wasn’t his fault—it was all because Lin Wanwan had heartlessly kicked him out of the house, disregarding their years of mother-son affection.  

She brought this upon herself.  

He was forced into this.  

In this world, the bold prospered while the timid starved. Convinced by Lin Zhengping’s words, the three of them decided to go all in.  

And so, standing right outside the Lin family’s gate, they began whispering their plot to murder Lin Wanwan and seize the Lin family’s fortune.  

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and Lin Zhengping—wearing nothing but his underwear—felt a chill below his waist.  

“That damn bitch! Once I get my hands on the Lin family’s wealth, I’ll dig up their ancestral graves!” Lin Zhengping sniffled and cursed.  

At the same time, his sidelong glance fell on the three beside him.  

“Mom, Dad, I’ll soon be the CEO of Shengshi Group. If outsiders see me like this, they’ll laugh at me.”  

The mere thought of the immense fortune about to land in their laps made Wang Youfu grin from ear to ear. Without hesitation, he stripped off his own clothes and handed them to Lin Zhengping.  

Before Lin Zhengping could even utter a word of thanks, the stench of the clothes hit him like a wave—it reeked like rotten eggs left to decay for years.  

Disgusted, he threw the clothes to the ground and doubled over, retching violently.  

After a long while, he shakily straightened up.  

“Why the hell do these clothes stink so bad?”  

The moment Lin Zhengping said this, Wang Youfu’s expression darkened.  

But Guo Shujuan, sensing the tension, quickly tugged at Wang Youfu’s sleeve and shot him a warning look, silently urging him not to lose his temper.  

Lin Zhengping was still useful to them—they couldn’t afford to ruin their relationship with him now.  

Wang Youfu seemed to understand.  

“Zhengping, it’s all Dad’s fault. Back when we were searching for you, we spent all our savings. I couldn’t afford new clothes, so I had to wear the same ones over and over.”  

Lin Zhengping’s look of disgust faded, replaced by a hint of guilt.  

“Dad, I’m sorry. It’s all because of that bitch Lin Wanwan, who tore our family apart. Once I inherit the Lin family’s assets, you can buy whatever you want.”  

“My good son, you’re so kind to me.” Wang Youfu forced out a few crocodile tears.  

This moved Lin Zhengping deeply.  

And so, Lin Zhengping—who had always worn only high-end custom-made suits—had no choice but to put on Wang Youfu’s greasy, threadbare clothes.  

Not long after wearing them, his entire body began to itch unbearably, as if countless bugs were crawling all over him.

Lin Zhengping scratched his arms until they bled, but seeing his parents’ embarrassment, he endured it.  

Guo Shujuan asked, “Zhengping, where should we go now?”  

The area around the Lin family’s old mansion was a wealthy neighborhood—no buses, and even taxis were rare. To get a ride, they’d have to walk five kilometers. The lazy, comfort-loving Wang family could hardly bear it, let alone Lin Zhengping, who had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth.  

He used to drive luxury cars whenever he went out. The Lin family’s garage had over a dozen of the world’s top-tier vehicles.  

But now… as someone kicked out of the Lin family, Lin Zhengping could only reminisce.  

“Give me your phone. I’ll call a friend to pick us up.”  

Guo Shujuan quickly pulled out her phone and handed it to him.  

When Lin Zhengping saw the shattered screen, his heart ached with pity—and his hatred for Lin Wanwan deepened.  

Their family’s miserable state was all because of that bitch, Lin Wanwan.  

He would make sure she died a horrible death.  

Seeing him frozen in place, Guo Shujuan urged, “Zhengping, what are you spacing out for? Hurry up and call your friend! I’m starving.”  

Lin Zhengping snapped out of it. “I’ll call now.”  

After some thought, he dialed his closest friend, Guo Shicong. But no matter how many times he called, no one answered.  

“Damn it, that bastard’s probably busy rolling around on some woman right now.”  

“So what now? Are we just supposed to starve here?” Wang Yaozu grumbled impatiently.  

If it weren’t for the Lin family’s fortune, he would’ve already beaten some sense into Lin Zhengping.  

They were born to the same parents—why did Lin Zhengping get to live in luxury, waited on by servants, while he had to eat tasteless slop every day?  

At his age, he hadn’t even held a woman’s hand.  

When he got lonely at night, he had to take care of himself.  

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.  

Lin Zhengping tried to calm him. “Big brother, don’t worry. I’ll call another friend. His dad is the CEO of Wanhao Group—I’ll have him pick us up.”  

Wanhao Group specialized in jewelry, with counters in major malls across the country and endorsements from the hottest celebrities. It was impossible not to know them.  

The Wang family had heard of Wanhao Group, and when they learned Lin Zhengping was friends with the CEO’s son, their faces lit up with excitement.  

They urged him to call immediately.  

This time, the call connected.  

But as soon as the person on the other end heard who it was, they hung up without hesitation.  

Lin Zhengping stubbornly called again—several times—before the other side finally picked up.  

“Zhou Zi’ang, why did you hang up on me? Who gave you the nerve? Remember, you used to follow me around like a damn lapdog!”  

This wasn’t an exaggeration. Since their companies had business ties and Wanhao Group was far inferior to Shengshi Group, Zhou Zi’ang, as the eldest son of Wanhao, had always sucked up to Lin Zhengping for the sake of his family’s interests.  

A mocking laugh came from the other end.  

“Lin Zhengping, that was then, this is now. You’re nothing but a stray dog—don’t act high and mighty with me. Maybe if I’m in a good mood someday, I’ll toss you a few coins to play with.”