Cao Cheng: What about you You have nothing to do

The next day!

The first day of Cao Cheng's life as a rich second-generation heir.

Comfortable!

Waking up on a bed that felt as vast as 9.6 million square kilometers, though there weren’t 800 monkey servants around, there was a lingering fragrance in the air.

Third Sister had helped tidy up the room yesterday.

Who knows if she sprayed perfume on the bedding, but the whole place smelled just like her.

Cao Cheng didn’t want to get up.

He just wanted to lie there forever.

Mainly because it was cold.

Sure, the house had heating, but the blankets were even cozier.

And,

The beds of the wealthy are truly problematic—they come with a built-in seal, locking both body and soul in place, making it impossible to rise.

A direct threat to Cao Cheng’s determination to strive.

He wasn’t lazy, really. He genuinely wanted to go out and find a job to make ends meet, earn a modest income, marry an ordinary woman, and live a simple, uneventful life…

But…

This bed had a seal, refusing to let him get up and job-hunt.

Fine.

Might as well sleep a little longer!

As for morning workouts… that could wait.

Moving to a new environment, shouldn’t he be allowed some time to adjust?

Finally.

At 10 a.m., Cao Cheng got up, his hair a fluffy mess.

True to the stereotype of a rich heir,

Cao Cheng brushed his teeth with an ivory toothbrush.

Rinsed with deep-sea water from the Mariana Trench.

His face towel was trimmed with gold.

Even the toilet was studded with diamonds.

Of course, all of the above was pure fiction.

Cao Cheng decided that once he made money, he’d actually do this—otherwise, it wouldn’t match his current status.

He needed to adapt quickly.

Having been poor for one… no, two lifetimes, it was time to learn how to be a proper rich second-generation heir.

ヽ(￣▽￣)?

……

After freshening up,

He looked at himself in the mirror. Damn, this rich heir was handsome.

Rich and good-looking.

How were others supposed to compete?

“Oh, the young master finally graces us with his presence. Any later, and I might’ve had to call the police,” The Fourth teased from the living room downstairs, legs crossed as she read a book.

Playing the part of a cultured young woman.

But her outfit today was on point.

A white cashmere sweater, curves perfectly outlined.

The look was all about youthful charm, deceptively simple yet radiating an effortless purity.

Cao Cheng grinned. “Now that the young master is up, shouldn’t you be serving breakfast? What’s with the book? It’s upside down.”

The Fourth instinctively glanced at the book in her hands, then shot him a deadpan look. “Trying to trick me? Pfft~~”

Cao Cheng chuckled, unfazed. “Are you the only one home? Where’s Third Sister?”

“She went to the company… Food’s in the kitchen. Pick what you want and have the aunt heat it up.”

As expected of a wealthy household.

Breakfast was more lavish than he’d imagined.

Light options, greasy ones, braised, marinated, even beef dishes. And of course, coffee, milk, goat milk, soy milk, and juice—everything was there.

Whatever you wanted!

The kitchen aunties were also exceptionally polite, treating this sudden 'young master' with extra reverence.

After all,

The preference for sons over daughters was a tradition etched deep into history.

A man inheriting the family fortune was an unspoken rule everyone accepted.

Even if Cao Cheng was a newcomer.

He was the ‘young master’!

Especially since,

As Cao Cheng ate,

The Fourth chattered away nonstop, her enthusiasm bordering on sycophantic, which only made the aunt more cautious around this ‘young master.’

Who knew what kind of temper he had?

Cao Cheng could even sense the aunt's negative emotions—a mix of wariness and anxiety.

He was speechless.

What the hell?

What were they imagining?

……

After the meal,

Cao Cheng managed to extract some information from The Fourth.

For example, Eldest Sister was the busiest in the family, sometimes even more so than Aunt Ren. She’d wake up early, handle documents, or grab a quick bite before heading straight to the company.

She was practically invisible most days.

As for Second Sister, when she was busy, she might vanish for days, even crashing at her workplace instead of coming home.

When she wasn’t swamped, she’d either go shopping with friends… Wait, she had friends?

Shocking.

If not shopping, she’d often be in the basement training room—working out, boxing, practicing martial arts. A total warrior.

And Third Sister…

Though she seemed to lack a formal job title, she was essentially the family’s ‘housekeeper.’

She handled everything, big and small, even assisting Eldest Sister at the company when needed.

Like today—she’d gone in because year-end meant tons of work: preparing for holidays, bonuses, and so on.

Everyone was busy!

So,

“What about you? You’re the only one with nothing to do?” Cao Cheng raised an eyebrow.

The Fourth scowled. “I’m busy too, just not right now.”

After her explanation, Cao Cheng understood.

She might seem idle, but she practiced in the music room daily—three hours minimum. If there were events, she’d participate in music productions behind the scenes.

She didn’t seem interested in becoming a celebrity.

Otherwise, with her family background and looks, she’d have been famous ages ago.

“Whew~~ That’s good, that’s good.” Cao Cheng nodded approvingly.

The Fourth frowned. “What’s good?”

“I mean, it’s great that everyone has something to do. Being idle all the time is unhealthy. What’s the point of life if you’re just playing around? Busy is good, busy is great.” Cao Cheng sighed.

That’s good.

Because everyone here had work.

In this household, no one so young was slacking off.

What right did they have to enjoy life at this age?!

Only after hardship could sweetness be truly savored.

They weren’t at the stage to relax yet.

So,

In this family, only Cao Cheng was allowed to rest.

Because, as the saying goes, after a lifetime of labor in his dreams, wasn’t it his turn to indulge?

“You’ve got some nerve saying that. Right now, you’re the only one here with nothing to do.”

“Nonsense.”

Cao Cheng snorted. “I’m busy too. I just haven’t found my footing in Zhonghai yet. Once I do, I’ll be swamped.”

“What ‘footing’? A park bench?” The Fourth didn’t hold back, calling him out directly.

Cao Cheng faltered, then defended, “I graduated college, didn’t I? After over a decade of grueling study, isn’t it time to retire?”

“……”

The Fourth laughed in disbelief. “Do you even hear yourself?”

Tch, what did she know?

Cao Cheng couldn’t be bothered to explain. She wouldn’t get it anyway.

Leaning back on the sofa—bliss.

Post-meal naps were essential. Eating was exhausting too, you know. Chewing and swallowing took effort.

And damn,

This sofa was heavenly.

It looked stiff and unyielding, no lumbar pillow in sight, but the moment you leaned into it—pure comfort.

You get what you pay for. This thing had to be expensive.

Watching Cao Cheng’s utterly relaxed demeanor, even The Fourth was impressed. This guy was unshakable, no matter the environment. That kind of mental fortitude was worth learning.

The daily interactions between these siblings only reinforced the aunt's belief in the young master's extraordinariness.

Didn’t you see how The Fourth kept humoring him?

Accompanying him for meals, and even staying to chat after eating.

This "young master" is quite something!