Chapter 1
Like father like son—or so they say.
I’d suspected for years that Ji Chengzhou wasn’t my parents’ real child.
Reason one: Dad’s short. I barely hit five foot nine.
But Ji Chengzhou shot up to six foot three like he’d been pumped full of growth hormones.
That wasn’t natural.
Reason two—the most important one—our whole family are academic disasters.
Mom’s a beautiful airhead. Dad’s a spoiled rich kid who never studied.
I’m the third-generation waste with good looks and zero brains.
We’re the type who’d have to donate a building to get into college.
But Ji Chengzhou? Straight-A genius.
As far back as I could remember, he owned the top spot in our grade. He got into the number-one university in the country.
I told Mom and Dad my theory once. They laughed and said I’d fried my brain reading too many novels.
Ji Chengzhou just stood there, looking at me with an expression I couldn’t read.