The Beijing Circle Young Master’s Public Lackey

The corporate slave Chen Zemian transmigrated into a male power fantasy novel, becoming the fawning lackey of the protagonist, Lu Zhuonian.

Lu Zhuonian—scion of a wealthy and powerful Beijing family—was strikingly handsome and exceptionally well-connected. Even among the elite sons of privilege, he was a star among stars, the prince they all orbited around.

In order to curry favor with Lu Zhuonian, the lackey gave up his dignity and bottom line, always diligent, always available. Yet Lu Zhuonian’s friends treated him like nothing more than a dog.

They ordered him around, toyed with him, mocked him, and humiliated him.

As a corporate drone, Chen Zemian could barely contain his clenched fists.

Why am I the only one not enjoying this power fantasy?! What kind of nonsense is this?!

If no one will support my soaring ambitions, I’ll climb the snowy mountain peak myself.

It’s time these rich brats see what a truly evil corporate slave is capable of.

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What Chen Zemian didn’t expect, however, was that the so-called “orders” and “humiliation” from others were more like this:

Young Master A went out but refused to use his driver—insisting that only Chen Zemian could pick him up.

Chen Zemian rushed over in a hurry, only for A to toss him a luxury car key and sneer coldly,
“Even a dog wouldn’t ride that junk car. This Maserati suits your vibe better. Take it.”

Young Master B was buying a house, but ignored all real estate agents—demanding that only Chen Zemian accompany him.

Chen Zemian had just brushed his fingers across the redwood furniture in the lavish mansion when B casually threw him a contract:
“Bought you one too. See more of the world, so you’ll stop thinking redwood is expensive.”

Young Master C was investing but wouldn’t use professional consultants—only Chen Zemian.

Staring blankly at the stocks, Chen Zemian was handed a bank card by C, who said with disgust:
“Here’s ten million to play with. Profit’s yours. If you lose it, it’s on me.”

…

This... This is what they call humiliation?
W-Well... it actually feels kind of great.

Under the corrupting power of money, Chen Zemian lost all his strength and resolve.

Ambition: -40%
Real estate holdings: +40
Evil power: -100
Bank account balance: +100,000,000,000

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Then, when Young Master D planned to give away a cute puppy he’d grown tired of—intending to gift it to Chen Zemian—Lu Zhuonian, always calm and composed, finally lost control.

He cornered Chen Zemian against the wall, his gaze dark and heavy.

“They treated you this way because I told them to. Don’t you have anything to say to me?”

Chen Zemian’s eyelashes trembled. He looked up at Lu Zhuonian, then quickly lowered his gaze again and muttered in deep embarrassment:

“C-Could you… humiliate me a bit more?”

—

Later, pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window, Chen Zemian bitterly regretted ever saying those nonsense words just for money.

Lu Zhuonian gripped his throat, forcing him to face the mirror. His breath was hot and heavy, his voice low and hoarse:

“Mianmian, do you really like being humiliated like this?”

Reader's Guide:

The gong (top) is mentally unwell—the kind of crazy you’re not allowed to write explicitly in a blurb.
Double virgin (both gong and shou are clean).
The gong is a deeply passionate lover born into immense wealth and privilege.
The shou’s (bottom’s) name comes from the poetic line:
“Beneath the moon, before the wind, carefree and unbound—he sings when inspired and sleeps when tired.”
From the vibe, he seems surprisingly open-minded?
The “puppy” Young Master D wanted to gift was an actual dog—but the gong misunderstood and panicked, thinking it was that kind of “puppy.”

TL: LazyHetmitGal

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