Qiao Xing was the young master of a wealthy elite family, with over a dozen companies to his name. Usually, he had no hobbies—except hating on a D-list entertainer named Jiang Fuchen.One day, Jiang Fuchen sang.Qiao Xing: ???!!Qiao Xing: I can do this! I’ve got this! Gege, I’m coming!!Qiao Xing immediately turned his fire on the anti-fans, holding his own in a war of words against the whole crowd.Anti-fans: “Jiang Fuchen gets such good resources—he must have someone backing him up top!”Qiao Xing: “I have over a dozen companies under my name, but Gege refuses to take them no matter what. I can’t even give them away. It’s so hard.”Anti-fans: “…”Qiao Xing protected and escorted Jiang Fuchen the whole way, and in the end, everyone in the industry called him a sucker.He spent money, threw in resources, took the insults, and never even touched his hand. Now the man was hugely famous—why would he still need Qiao Xing?What a spendthrift.Qiao “Sucker” Xing happily pulled up his little blanket, closed his eyes, and dreamed.