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I am a fake young master bullying the real young master.
When I awakened, I stepped on Chen Zhou:

“You will always be my dog.”

On the day my true identity was exposed, I was trapped by Chen Zhou.
He knelt in front of me:
“Young master, don’t you want your dog anymore?”

Damn, I’ve provoked a real pervert.

1

When I awakened, Chen Zhou had just finished changing my pajamas.
Silk clung to my skin, and the buttons were made from special materials to ensure I wouldn’t have an allergic reaction.

I lazily closed my eyes, letting Chen Zhou button my shirt and wipe my feet with a towel. I was so comfortable I didn’t want to move a finger.

In a daze, a flash of white light filled my mind, suddenly flooding me with information.

This is a novel from a male-targeted billionaire genre. Chen Zhou is the real young master of the Gu family, and I’m just an impostor. Not only that, but I’m cruel and envious of Chen Zhou’s talents, bullying and persecuting him all the time.

In the end, when the truth is revealed, I’m thrown out of the Gu family. Starving, I fight with stray dogs for food and die on the streets.

The bullying I inflicted on the protagonist in the novel is too horrendous to describe.

For example, I always treated him as a servant, barking orders at him.

Heaven knows, I was just lazy!

And two years ago, Chen Zhou was already my personal bodyguard. Isn’t it his job to take care of me?

The flood of information was too much for my brain to process, and I instinctively tried to get up.

Not paying attention, I accidentally kicked Chen Zhou, who was kneeling by the bed wiping my feet, causing him to fall to the ground.

I: “…”

2

Before I could say anything, Chen Zhou quickly knelt back down, holding my foot in one hand, his expression docile:
“Did I hurt the young master? I’m sorry.”

The information overwhelmed me, and my head started to ache.

All I could think about was Chen Zhou’s cruel revenge later in the story…

The hands now gently touching me would one day mercilessly choke me; the gentle eyes would coldly watch as I was thrown out of the Gu family…

I shivered for no reason. Thinking back on how well Chen Zhou had taken care of me over the past two years, I clenched my fist and kicked him again.

This time, it was intentional.

So what if he’s the protagonist in a male-targeted novel? Right now, I’m still the young master of the Gu family, and that’s all that matters.

Chen Zhou didn’t dodge for some reason. Instead, he adjusted his position, letting my foot hit his chest squarely.

His voice was hoarse:
“Is the young master upset with me because of Su Yao?”

Su Yao?

I paused for a moment before remembering that Su Yao had secretly invited me to a bar today. Chen Zhou found out and brought me back home.

“What does that have to do with him?” I rolled my eyes. “Chen Zhou, do I need a reason to hit you?”

Chen Zhou lowered his gaze:
“No, you don’t.”

Seeing him so obedient, I felt a little better and burrowed deeper into the blanket.
“Alright, get out.”

I knew Chen Zhou wasn’t someone who could be easily controlled. But as long as he was my dog, that was enough.

Little did I know, this was just a novel. And by the end of it, I would be “bitten to death” by the very dog I raised.

Tsk, how annoying.

3

I guess all that awakening information got to my head.

That night, I had a nightmare.

It was about the second half of the story in the book.

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, my real identity was exposed.

Chen Zhou, once my personal bodyguard and study companion, became the true young master.

After falling from my position of power, all those who once flattered me turned into wolves, eager to tear me apart. They used my suffering as a way to curry favor with Chen Zhou, the real young master.

In the dream, the sense of oppression Chen Zhou gave me was overwhelming.

I wanted to struggle and resist, but I was still strangled by him. The hands that had once served me were now bulging with veins as they crept up my shirt…

I frowned deeply, my hands struggling wildly, and it seemed like I actually hit something. I vaguely heard a muffled grunt.

When I woke up the next morning, Chen Zhou was already standing by my bed as usual.

Except today, there was a faint red mark on his handsome, cool face.

The mark stood out, glaringly obvious on that handsome face.

I looked away and sent him off:
“Leave.”

Chen Zhou stubbornly remained where he was, his voice strangely hoarse:
“Does the young master no longer need my service?”

“No. Get lost.”

Chen Zhou quietly stood there, locking eyes with me for a long moment before finally lowering his gaze and stepping back.

I couldn’t be bothered with him. After changing my clothes, I was about to bend down to put on my shoes when Chen Zhou knelt before me, placing my foot on his raised knee. He carefully wrapped his hand around my ankle and slipped the shoe on.

It happened so fast that by the time I realized it, the shoes were already on.

Tsk.

I kicked him over again, muttering under my breath:
“You really are a good dog.”

Chen Zhou lowered his head, his expression unreadable, but he chuckled softly:
“Thank you for the compliment, young master.”

Damn, it seems I’ve actually pleased him by insulting him.

4

When I arrived at school, Su Yao, as usual, came up to me.

He glanced at my hand and suddenly frowned,
“Why is your hand red?”

I rolled my eyes, irritated:
“The bowl of porridge was too hot this morning.”

I always saw Chen Zhou handling it with ease, but when it was my turn, I nearly burned myself.

That guy’s skin must be thick as leather.

Su Yao whistled, interrupting my thoughts. He teased:
“The young master really is delicate.”

What the hell? Who’s he calling delicate?

I turned to leave, but Su Yao suddenly grabbed my wrist.
“Let me see…”

His cold fingers brushed against me, and I instinctively frowned, ready to kick him.

The next second, he was sent flying, crashing into the nearby tables.

I glanced at Chen Zhou, who had yet to lower his leg, and casually slapped him across the face:
“Explain.”

With the red mark still on his face, Chen Zhou didn’t seem to care. He lightly licked the cheek where I’d slapped him and coldly replied:
“He touched the young master inappropriately. He deserved to be hit.”

Su Yao glanced at me and sneered:
“Chen Zhou, you really are a good dog.”

Chen Zhou sat beside me, expressionless:
“Thank you for the compliment.”

I couldn’t tell if he was being sincere or just hiding his true feelings.