Outsiders all say that Eric Bennett struck it lucky, marrying the heir of the Foster family, Andrew Foster, and being cherished in the palm of his hand for five years—they were a famously loving couple.

But little did they know, Andrew Foster had many complaints about this marriage. He confided to his friend: “He’s like a housekeeper—won’t let me smoke or drink, won’t let me go clubbing or party, even set a curfew so I have to be home by ten!”

“I have to fulfill my ‘marital duties’ ten times a week, no less, and each time has to last over half an hour or he’ll make me drink tonic soup to spite me!”

“My salary card and bank cards are all handed over, and I only get a hundred yuan a day! Only if he’s in a good mood will he give me a few hundred more!”

Andrew Foster fumed, aggrieved, “Even male escorts cost more than me! And I only serve him!”

“If I could do it all over again, I’d never marry him! I used to get eight million a month as pocket money!” That’s what the young master told his friend.

The day after saying this, Andrew Foster was reborn at the age of seventeen.

At this time, Eric Bennett was eighteen, so poor he only had one set of old clothes, socks with holes, dirty shoes coming apart at the seams. He was known as the poorest kid in school—despite his good looks, he was looked down upon by everyone.

When Eric Bennett’s parents came to process his withdrawal from school, Andrew Foster finally learned that he was actually the top student in his grade, winning scholarships every year, a star pupil the school valued highly—not the “dropout loser who only cares about money” his younger brother claimed.

Andrew Foster couldn’t stand it. He pulled Eric Bennett into his arms, furious: “You keep studying! No one in the Qin family has ever been a top scholar—you have to keep going for me!”

Eric Bennett looked up at him, confused, his eyes seeming to ask: Who are you?

Remembering Eric Bennett’s post-marriage tyranny, Andrew Foster shivered, then put on a righteous face: “I’m just a kind-hearted person who doesn’t want to reveal his name!”

Later, Andrew Foster shamelessly asked Eric Bennett, “If we get married, can I have a thousand yuan a day as pocket money?”

Eric Bennett: “?”

Andrew Foster: “…Five hundred is fine too.”

Chapter 1 Eric Bennett

Beijing, Light Mist Bar

A casually dressed man lounged on the sofa. The bar’s dim lights cast shadows on his face, but you could still see his strikingly handsome features. He kept his eyes down, drinking one glass after another.

After a while, a man with slicked-back hair walked over, sat beside him, and ran his finger along a beer bottle on the table, sighing, “How much have you had?”

Andrew Foster snorted, “I can drink a thousand glasses without getting drunk.”

As he spoke, he sat up straight and poured a drink for the slick-haired man—Henry Clark. “You drink too.”

Henry Clark refused, “No thanks, I’m quitting smoking and drinking. But does your other half let you drink like this? Don’t end up kneeling on the washboard when you get home.”

Andrew Foster said, “I call the shots at home now. He doesn’t dare scold me. I’ll drink as much as I want.”

Henry Clark said meaningfully, “Really?”

Andrew Foster caught the doubt in his tone and got a little annoyed, raising his voice: “Of course! I’m telling you, I just couldn’t be bothered to manage him before, that’s why he took charge. Now that I’m serious, he’ll see what I’m made of.”

Henry Clark said, “Oh, the henpecked husband is finally in charge now? That’s rare. We should get a few of the guys together to celebrate.”

He added, “Brian Carter just opened a new club—the girls there are top-notch. Since your wife can’t control you, want to go have some fun?”

Andrew Foster said, “Are you kidding? I have a wife.”

Then, not so politely, he added, “You guys better watch out for diseases.”

Henry Clark chuckled, “We all get checkups every few weeks. If anyone gets sick, it won’t be me. But don’t you think it’s a shame to get married so young?”

All these rich kids loved to play around, except for Andrew Foster, who got married at twenty-two and had been married for five years now. There are no secrets in this world—everyone knew his spouse came from a poor background, and was even a man. No one could figure out what the attraction was.

Hearing Henry Clark’s words, Andrew Foster downed a few more drinks and started to spill his guts. “There are some things I’ve been holding in that make me miserable. I’m only telling you because you’re my bro.”

Henry Clark perked up and leaned in, “Go on.”

Andrew Foster was a little tipsy, his fair cheeks tinged with red, his eyes dark and bright. Nearly thirty, yet he still had a touch of innocent purity. He lowered his voice, “My dad really likes my wife.”

Henry Clark: “Huh? What do you mean?”

Andrew Foster said, “My dad set us up. He even threatened me—if I didn’t marry him, when he retired, all the Foster family assets would go to my cousin.”

Henry Clark was shocked, “To William Foster? No way.”

Everyone knew William Foster was a typical spoiled rich kid, always causing trouble. If the Foster family ended up in his hands, it’d be bankrupt in a few years.

Andrew Foster said, “You think I’m making it up? After I married him, my dad let him start working at the company.”