Rong Jing's brow was tightly furrowed, his face had a grim expression.
His family was in the steel business, in this noble-rich Capital City, although they were not considered insignificant as dust mites, they were regarded as nouveau riche.
No matter how much money he spent, he couldn't break into the circle of legitimate aristocratic children and maidens.
In the circle of the pleasure-seeking rich second generations, Rong Jing was nothing more than a target of amusement.
Rong Jing knew how to speak the language of the people he mingled with in the circle, gradually integrating himself.
He, like any man, had bad habits, he loved beautiful women.
Rong Jing never forced anyone, he liked to use money to solve physiological needs, he was unwilling to meddle with emotions.
Some time ago, a young man had returned from abroad after his studies, a banquet was held in his honor.
That night, he had drunk too much and had spent the night with a woman in a hotel.
