Prologue

As the sun sets and the night gradually envelops the bustling city, streetlights illuminate every street. Near the commercial district, people come and go, and hurried pedestrians return home with slightly quickened steps, ending their day's work. In a cozy little café nearby, a very attractive couple sits by the window.

The man cannot be called tall, but he is undeniably handsome. With a sharply defined face, delicate dark eyebrows, and a pair of captivating peach blossom eyes that seem to be constantly radiating charm, his slightly upturned thin lips exude a sensual appeal. His slender figure is accentuated by a well-fitted charcoal gray suit, giving off a somewhat nonchalant vibe and a tantalizing allure that is irresistible to women.

The woman is also beautiful, appearing to be around twenty-five at most. Her shoulder-length wavy hair complements her delicate oval face, and her bright and watery eyes have a bewitching charm when she blinks. Her cherry-red lips are adorned with glossy pink lipstick, tempting any man to want to take a bite. Even while seated, her curvaceous figure is evident with a well-proportioned bosom and a perky posterior. Her slim waist and long, fair legs blatantly arouse the most primal desires in men.

The man's name is Ye Zhou. After graduating from university, he worked as a supervisor in a small company. Due to certain reasons, he is almost thirty and still unmarried, without even a girlfriend. And now, he has been forced into a blind date. Looking at the woman in front of him, all Ye Zhou can think of is the phrase "seductive beauty." However, beneath his peach blossom eyes, a hint of powerlessness emerges. Even if he were interested in women, marrying this kind of woman wouldn't be suitable for him.

"Auntie said you're a company supervisor. What's your annual salary? Do you own a house and a car in this city? After we get married, I hope you can hand over your salary card to me for safekeeping, and the house and car should be under my name. I don't want to have children, and your parents can't live with us. I..."

After the coffee is served, the woman finally speaks up. Ye Zhou, who is somewhat absent-minded, suddenly comes to his senses. The woman's words give him an absurd feeling of being treated like an item for sale. A mischievous smile gradually forms on his lips. "All of those things are possible, but I have only one question- Are you a virgin?"1

"You..."

The woman immediately becomes furious and throws the water glass in front of her towards Ye Zhou. He gets splashed directly, instantly becoming a drenched chicken.

Watching the woman walk away in the distance, Ye Zhou sighs helplessly. She demands a high salary, a house, a car, no children, and no involvement with his parents. Isn't it fair for him to request a virgin partner? They talk about gender equality, don't women also have their fair share of responsibilities?

By the time he exits the café, it has already been about ten minutes. The night has completely enveloped the city. His damp hair sticks to his forehead, and there is a slight chill in the night breeze. Ye Zhou unfastens his tie and unbuttons two buttons on his shirt. A pendant in the shape of a bone hangs just below his sexy collarbone. It is an ancestral heirloom of the Ye family, known as the 'Relic,' which is said to be a finger bone of a high monk after death. Whether it is true or not, no one knows. In any case, Ye Zhou has carried it with him since childhood, and the so-called 'Relic' has never brought him any blessings.

"Crack!"

He takes out a cigarette from his suit pocket, lights it up, and casually holds it between his lips. With his hands in his pockets, he strolls down the street. Various images flash through his mind, but the most disturbing one is his mother's tearful phone call, lamenting that he's almost thirty and still hasn't married. Well, he doesn't mind getting married, but the problem is he's not interested in women.

Yes, he is gay, and he has known it for a long time. That's also why he stayed in this city after graduating from college instead of going back home. He is not a good person, nor a bad one. He simply has no desire for women, and he genuinely can't bring himself to marry a woman and ruin her life. Unfortunately, he can't tell his mother any of this. No matter how much society progresses, acceptance of homosexuality is still low, especially for his traditional parents. If he dared to tell them he is gay, his father would undoubtedly fly over here just to break his legs.

"Waah... Daddy... Daddy..."

Suddenly, Ye Zhou's thoughts are interrupted by the cries of a young child. He raises his head and sees a chubby little boy, no more than four or five years old, standing at the edge of the road. On the opposite side of the road, a middle-aged man holds something in both hands and gazes expressionlessly at the child. The traffic light has turned red, and the visibly upset child is about to step onto the zebra crossing with his small legs.

"Damn it..."

Without thinking, Ye Zhou spits out the cigarette butt he had in his mouth and rushes towards the little boy like a gust of wind.

"Crash!"

"Ah... He hit someone... The car hit someone..."

"Baby..."

"Waaah... Daddy..."

"Quickly dial 120..."

In the split second when he reaches the child and grabs hold of him, a speeding sports car rushes past. Ye Zhou only has time to push the child away before his own lithe body is sent flying. He feels a sharp pain instantly spreading throughout his body. The only thought in his mind is, "Damn it, for the rare occasion that I try to do a good deed, does the heavens have to be so displeased with me?"

The scene descends into chaos. Ye Zhou lies in a pool of blood, and no one notices that the 'Relic' hanging on his chest is slowly absorbing his blood. Its red light flickers slightly, and within moments, the 'Relic' vanishes without a trace, leaving only a lonely red string around Ye Zhou's neck.