I have no mother.

People wake up from dreams when they lack oxygen.

Therefore, Yang Hao was sure he wasn't dreaming now.

Based on what he knew so far, the Monopoly game he'd played had somehow merged into reality.

This meant that all the wealth he'd accumulated in the game might belong to him!

At that thought, Yang Hao swallowed hard. That was a fortune worth several trillion!

In the game, Yang Corporation had interests in many industries and would be virtually unmatched in China if it existed in the real world.

But now, he only had a hundred thousand yuan!

Yang Hao wiped his face dry and sat down on the living room sofa to think.

The first thing that came to his mind was the system, followed by that main quest.

He called up the system interface with his thoughts, and saw the main quest progress: 0%!!

Yang Hao seemed to understand something – this main quest must be the process of inheriting all the wealth from the game.

According to the system, he was overweight, which didn't fit the image of a wealthy tycoon as set by the game, so he needed to lose weight first.

No, that standard seems to be one I set myself.

Yang Hao remembered that when he first entered the "Monopoly" game and had to create a character, he did it based on his own standards when he was younger.

So now the system wanted him to lose weight to fit the image in the game, to his personally set standard of 150 pounds??

Yang Hao wasn't sure if his thinking was correct, but the feeling was magical.

He used to play the game, gradually developing his character and expanding his business empire within it.

Now, the game was playing him, developing him like he had once developed his game character...

Well, if he could inherit all the wealth from the game, then being developed didn't really matter!

Being a wealthy tycoon wasn't so bad!

Yang Hao took a deep breath to calm his nerves but found he couldn't sleep.

He opened Weixun and found the person saved as "Wei" in his recent chat list, then transferred fifty thousand yuan to him.

Afterward, he left a message: Thanks, bro!

Wei's full name was Wei Facai, which embodied all the hopes his parents had for him.

The two were college roommates and had always had a great relationship. Previously, to pay off his loans, Yang Hao had borrowed money from all over the place. In fact, he hadn't asked Wei Facai, knowing that the latter had always been strapped for cash.

Although his name was Wei Facai, which means "get rich," he was actually a very down-to-earth person. Unlike Yang Hao, who liked to dabble in start-ups, Wei Facai entered a property management company after graduating from college. He worked diligently for over a decade and was now just a customer service manager, earning a monthly salary of six or seven thousand yuan.

In a provincial capital like Jiangcheng, this salary barely reached the average. But with a mortgage to pay and children to raise, and his wife earning just over three thousand yuan, their life was tight.

Yang Hao knew his situation, so he didn't ask for money at that time. But when Wei Facai learned of Yang Hao's predicament, he took the initiative and gave him fifty thousand yuan.

This was truly a case of sending charcoal in snowy weather.

Now that he had a bit of money, the first thing Yang Hao did was to pay him back. This sum was likely the couple's entire savings, scraped and saved penny by penny.

After the Weixun message was sent, there was no response, probably because Wei had already fallen asleep.

Yang Hao then opened Alipay and paid off fifteen thousand yuan in debt from Jiebei.

After a series of payments, his debt dropped from two hundred and fifteen thousand to one hundred and fifty thousand.

Out of this one hundred and fifty thousand, one hundred thousand was borrowed from his uncle, whose family was financially comfortable and not in urgent need of the money.

The remaining fifty thousand was borrowed from his childhood friend Liu Zifeng. The guy was a confirmed bachelor, wildly flamboyant, having gone from a night scene prince to an older equivalent. He had been working in car sales and was currently the sales manager at an Audi 4S shop.

He'd earned a fair bit over the years, but didn't have much savings—his money went to women.

His debt was not urgent either, because even if repaid, the money would be spent on some girl; it was better to help him save it.

Due to the excitement, Yang Hao didn't fall into a troubled sleep until after three in the morning.

"Daddy, wake up!"

"Daddy, it's time to take me to school..."

In a drowsy wakefulness, Yang Hao heard his daughter's cry for him; he slowly opened his eyes and then saw Xixi's chubby little face, the girl staring at him with long eyelashes fluttering like little fans.

Ah, the advantage of long eyelashes is inherited from me!

Yang Hao thought contentedly, then stretched out his hand and pinched his precious daughter's chubby cheeks, "Daddy overslept."

"Get up, wash up!"

Yang Hao sat up in bed, feeling refreshed.

"It's already eight o'clock."

"Daddy is such a big lazy pig~!"

Xixi pointed at the wall clock and complained.

Yang Hao glanced at the time on the wall clock and got a shock.

It was really eight o'clock!

The preschool requires the kids to be dropped off before eight, and Xixi was already late.

Yang Hao quickly grabbed his phone to send a message to Xixi's teacher, Mrs. Jiang, via WeChat: Mrs. Jiang, sorry, Xixi will arrive around fifteen minutes late, please save some breakfast for her.

After sending the WeChat message, Yang Hao hurriedly urged Xixi to wash up. The little girl was already five years old, and he was gradually fostering her self-care ability. Dressing and washing up were the simplest of tasks.

After a hectic flurry, the father and daughter were finally out the door.

Luckily, Xixi's preschool was nearby the apartment complex, just a few minutes away.

Apart from Xixi, there were other kids who were late too. Mrs. Jiang happened to be at the gate receiving a chubby little boy. Seeing Yang Hao riding the electric scooter from afar, she decided not to go in and waited at the gate for a while.

"Good morning, Mrs. Qiqi."

Xixi hopped down from the scooter's footboard and then cheerfully waved to Mrs. Jiang standing at the gate.

"Good morning, Xixi."

Mrs. Jiang responded warmly; this was her second year as a preschool teacher. Still enthusiastic, she was rather patient with the kids, earning a good reputation among the parents.

"Mrs. Jiang, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Yang Hao said politely.

"No problem, it's what I should do."

"Xixi, say goodbye to daddy now."

Mrs. Jiang fondly touched Xixi's little head; she liked Xixi a lot because the girl was particularly cute and both lively and well-behaved.

"Bye Daddy."

Xixi immediately waved her chubby little hand at Yang Hao.

Yang Hao also waved back with a smile, eyes brimming with that indulgent affection of an old father.

No way around it, he was an utter daughter-slave!

"By the way, Yang, this Saturday our preschool is hosting a parent-child sports day. It's best if both parents can participate."

Mrs. Jiang didn't know about Yang Hao's situation, as Xixi had only transferred to this more affordable kindergarten a few months back. She had seen Li Manshu a few times before but recently, it was always Yang Hao picking up and dropping off Xixi. She thought maybe Xixi's mother was just busy with work.

"Alright, got it."

Yang Hao didn't explain anything, just nodded.

However, Xixi, who had been in good spirits, suddenly looked downcast. She knew her mom and dad were divorced, and that her mom didn't want her and her dad anymore.

At only five years old, she didn't understand what hate was, but she felt her mother was very heartless. Yet sometimes she still missed her mom. After all, she was just a five-year-old child who, no matter how sensible, would feel something missing when her friends talked about their moms.

"Xixi, why are you not happy?"

Mrs. Jiang, holding Xixi's hand and walking towards the classroom, noticed the girl's unusual mood.

"Mrs. Qiqi, I don't have a mom anymore..."

Xixi sniffled and said softly.