Number one under heaven for incompetence, unrivaled through the ages for filial impiety. This is the perfect portrait of Ye Wudao.
Ye Wudao, a child of fortune born with a silver spoon in his mouth, a male infant carrying the full hopes of two sprawling families. It is said he was born with a strange laugh—perhaps because he was celebrating his enviably maddening background. No matter what he did or suffered in his past life, in this life he was destined to bask in Lady Luck's favor.
When Ye Wudao was born, no fewer than thirty luxury cars were parked outside the province's largest private hospital: Mercedes-Benz, Bentley, BMW, Cadillac, and even a Rolls-Royce—of which fewer than 120,000 units have ever been produced globally, known as the 'Blenheim Palace on wheels,' and specifically the top-tier Silver Seraph series！ These cars could easily form a small auto show, with a total value exceeding one hundred million！
This large-scale private hospital, famous nationwide in D Province, was nothing but a drop in the bucket for the commercial giant known as the Ye family. So, even before he was born, Ye Wudao enjoyed diamond-level treatment.
Ye Zhengling, the head of the Ye family—Ye Wudao's grandfather—left his hometown at sixteen to make his way in the world alone. With his sharp vision and astonishing business talent, he single-handedly created a myth in business history. He now lives in Washington, USA, remotely controlling the entire business empire's operations.
Ye Zhengling had four sons and a youngest daughter. The eldest, Ye Shaotian, entered the electronics industry and achieved remarkable success, making it onto the Forbes rich list in America. He now lives in Los Angeles, USA. The second son, Ye Fengzi, followed in his father's footsteps and became the current CEO of the Ye Corporation, a business prodigy just like his father. The third son, Ye Hetu, who is Ye Wudao's father, had no exceptional talent and was the most ordinary member of the Ye family—but he was notorious for his playboy reputation. Ye Zhenkun was the most 'wayward' of Ye Zhengling's five children, dabbling in the underworld. He married the daughter of a core godfather figure in the American Mafia, and in New York, he had the world at his fingertips. The youngest daughter, Ye Qingge, is said to be a genius with an IQ of 200, and her artistic and cultural achievements are stunning. For some unknown reason, she remains single to this day and loves to travel.
Yang Wangzhen, Ye Wudao's maternal grandfather, was a heavyweight figure in the General Staff Department of a certain Chinese military region. He held the rank of lieutenant general, had students all over the country, and countless honors throughout his life. As the saying goes, 'a general's family produces no cowards.' His three sons all entered politics and the military, with one even becoming the provincial party secretary of the economically powerful southern province J Province. His two daughters were Yang Ningbing and Yang Suning. The eldest, Yang Ningbing, was the deputy mayor of KJ City—also Ye Wudao's mother. Her marriage to Ye Hetu was widely regarded as a failed union of politics and business interests. The younger daughter, Yang Ningsu, was the province's gold-medal TV host. Both daughters were named among D Province's 'Four Beauties' （though at this time Yang Ningsu was just a little girl of about ten）.
Before Ye Wudao was even born, he already had a black dragon leader in the Chinese underworld as his godfather.
Ye Wudao, you really are a lucky one who has gathered all the blessings of heaven and earth！
Imagine how spectacular a gathering of so many prominent figures would be—nearly a hundred people waiting outside the delivery room for a child to be born, with everyone bearing an intense mix of anticipation and anxiety, especially silver-haired Yang Wangzhen and Ye Zhengling, who, despite having weathered countless storms and witnessed endless changes, were now even more tense, after all, this was the only boy in the third generation！
For some reason, all the members of the third generation in both the Ye and Yang families were female. Such a huge family had not a single male child. Though it wasn't about favoring boys over girls, the two seasoned elders could not imagine a family passing down its legacy without a son.
When they finally heard the baby's cries, they all let out a sigh of relief. The corridor erupted into warm applause and cheers. Yang Wangzhen and Ye Zhengling wiped the sweat from their brows and exchanged a knowing smile. "This little one sure is a real troublemaker, making us two old men and all these folks wait for hours."
Yang Ningbing, lying in bed, was undoubtedly the greatest contributor to both families. Although pale and exhausted, seeing her own child with her own eyes still brought a smile radiating the brilliance of great maternal love, making her, already a beauty, even more captivating. Ye Hetu gazed at his son like an idiot, already grinning from ear to ear. "His nose and mouth look like his dad's, his eyes and eyebrows like his mom's. When he grows up, he'll drive tons of girls crazy！ I'm finally a dad！"
Just as everyone was immersed in the joy of the newborn son, no one noticed how a Daoist-priest-dressed old man had slipped through the tight security to the bedside. When the baby, who looked as adorable as if carved from jade and powder, saw this priest, he actually smiled. Only then did everyone realize there was an uninvited guest among them. In shock, they were about to seize him, but Yang Wangzhen and Ye Zhengling stopped them. Yang Wangzhen, a former soldier, stared directly at the old man without speaking, trusting his instincts forged through life-and-death trials—this man was definitely no ordinary person！
Ye Zhengling, an advocate of Huang-Lao philosophy, asked respectfully, 'May I ask what business the Taoist has in visiting this place？'
The old man stared at the baby, who was smiling back at him, and stroked his jade-like beard, saying, 'A Star Lord descended from heaven, not confined to the six realms of Heaven, Earth, Man, Asura, Yaksha, and Beasts, so the name Wu Dao is best！ This child’s bones are as smooth as jade, containing inner essence; he will certainly not be an ordinary person in the future. But the world is in decline and people’s hearts are no longer pure; even with innate talent, he might stray into heretical paths. Heaven’s will is unpredictable, so we can only let nature take its course！'
Seeing the bewildered crowd, the old Taoist smiled and said, 'I am but a reclusive scholar from Zhongnan Mountain, a descendant of Lü Yan, though I am ashamed before my ancestors. Meeting this child today is also a kind of fate; allow me to give this Warm Sun Pendant to the little one. He will face no major disasters in life, but there are a few minor calamities to watch out for.'
Knowing that this old man was surely no ordinary person, and that the crystal-clear jade pendant was also no ordinary item, Ye Zhengling immediately asked with worry upon hearing that his precious grandson would face minor calamities, 'Taoist, can you tell me what kind of calamities？ And how to resolve them？'
'This child was a lone star of calamity in his past life, enduring solitude; because he did good deeds all his life, in this life he can enjoy the blessings accumulated in the previous one. As for the calamities, rest assured—they are peach blossom calamities！ As for how to resolve them, Heaven’s secrets must not be revealed！ Hehe, this child is destined to be entangled with women in this life; you don’t need to be too rigid—Heaven’s will is thus, so don’t blame him！' the old man said meaningfully.
When everyone’s eyes once again focused on the child, the old Taoist had already quietly vanished from the room. By the time they came to their senses, there was no trace of the strange old man, which added a thick layer of mystery to Ye Wu Dao’s background, and made his maternal grandfather and paternal grandfather value him even more.
'We”ll name him Ye Wu Dao as that Taoist said, how about it, in-laws？' Ye Zhengling asked Yang Wangzhen for his opinion.
“Wudao, Ye Wudao！ Just call him Ye Wudao！” The soldier's decisive nature led Yang Wangzhen to quickly seal the deal. On one hand, he felt the mysterious aura of the old Taoist and the strange origins he mentioned about his grandson; on the other hand, he was quite satisfied with the name.
As if he liked his name, the little guy grinned happily, making everyone laugh heartily. Two elders, both over sixty, had tears of joy glistening in their eyes.
Ye Wudao grew up surrounded by almost fanatical adoration. If China's lunar exploration program hadn't yet been completed, the Yang and Ye families would have gone ahead and plucked the moon from the sky for this little emperor to play with. He was the most precious flower in the greenhouse; the adults used everything they had to cherish this gift from heaven to the two families. Every birthday was a grand affair, not only with over a hundred members from both families attending, but also elites and political figures from all walks of life being invited—and even underworld bosses had to give face to this future prince of the underworld.
This later made attending Ye Wudao's birthday banquet a status symbol, with many people desperate to join. The Ye family had enough financial resources and connections to run this massive social event, hosting it impressively every year.
Ye Wudao was weaned much later than other children, even asking for milk while he was already walking, which greatly embarrassed his mother Yang Ningbing, the公认的 'Ice Queen'. However, driven by natural maternal instinct, she couldn't resist the little one's pestering and always gave in to his strange demands. This situation continued until Ye Wudao was three and a half years old.
Ye Wudao had a habit when sleeping: he liked to hug someone's neck. Once he got his arms around you, there was no way to loosen them all night. From this, it's easy to see that Ye Wudao indeed had the talent for being a top-tier pervert. When he was four years old, his beautiful aunt Yang Ningsu, out of affection, insisted on sleeping with the little guy for one night. As a result, Ye Wudao, after hugging the body that every man in D Province dreamed of, threatened the adults with a hunger strike unless he could sleep with his aunt. In the end, Yang Ningsu, who had already moved out to live alone, returned to the Zifeng Villa of the Ye family to sleep with the little prince of the Ye family. If the men outside knew this cruel truth, wouldn't they all drop dead from spitting blood！ Although this guy, who enjoyed what was the ultimate bliss for a man, was just a little kid, he was still a male after all.
Ye Wudao slept with his beautiful aunt, later hailed as D Province's 'ultimate sweetheart,' until he was nine years old. Under his mother's carrot-and-stick policy, he finally tearfully bid farewell to his 'wonderful sleep.' But in compensation, he was allowed to hug Yang Ningbing while sleeping and get a bedtime story every night. （The protagonist flashed a cunning smile—losing at mulberry and gaining at east corner!）
At Ye Wudao's strong request, all the servants in the Zifeng Villa were uniformly pretty young women. Perhaps Ye Wudao's not-so-serious uniform fetish formed around that time, or maybe even earlier. After Yang Ningsu moved out and no longer needed to sleep with Ye Wudao, he started watching more TV, because the sight of his aunt in a uniform was indeed a visual treat. No wonder the ratings for the shows she hosted were always sky-high. Of course, this doesn't mean Yang Ningsu was just a pretty face—she was a top student from Fudan University in Shanghai！
No woman in the Yang family relied on her looks to make a living. Both Yang Ningbing and Yang Ningsu started working part-time jobs during college and completely funded their own education through scholarships every year. To Ye Wudao, this was nothing short of a miracle.
They say a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its own den, but none of the maids in the house escaped the "harassment" and "molestation" of this little pervert Ye Wudao. Although it was just satisfying his little hands' craving for soft objects, it still gave his mother Yang Ningbing a headache. Imagine a seven- or eight-year-old boy standing on tiptoes in the garden, secretly kissing a blushing teenage girl—what a picture that would be. At nine, Ye Wudao developed a huge interest in women's breasts. Not to mention the maids, even his aunt Yang Ningsu didn't escape his wolfish claws, so Yang Ningbing had long gotten used to the shy "complaints" from the maids.
On his tenth birthday, Ye Wudao pulled his fourteen-year-old cousin, Ye Kexin—daughter of his eldest uncle Ye Shaojun—onto the balcony and used a love poem from Tagore's *The Gardener* to steal Ye Kexin's first kiss. At eleven, through threats, sweet talk, tricks, or deceit, he snatched the first kisses of one female cousin, three elder female cousins, and four younger female cousins—truly a glorious achievement.
At twelve, the little pervert had almost completed his "clean-up" of the opposite sex in his generation within the family. He had also thoroughly figured out the female body structure. Through repeated "theoretical exploration" and "practical verification," he had become as skilled as a butcher carving an ox—familiar and effortless.
One morning when he was fourteen, Ye Wudao loudly declared that he was completely a man, only to have the adults burst into laughter. Yang Ningbing hugged him lovingly, laughing softly. If she knew her precious son's glorious achievements, she probably wouldn't think he was joking. Yang Ningsu just looked at him with twinkling eyes, silently saying, "You little pervert." Only his father Ye Hetu wore an ambiguous expression.
The night before that day, Ye Wudao completed the transformation from a boy to a man. For him, the forbidden fruit was no longer forbidden—it was just an ordinary fruit he could enjoy anytime, every day.
Achieving this could be described as 'one-third sweat plus two-thirds talent.' First and foremost, Ye Hetu, who is absolutely not a good role model as a father, played a huge role in fanning the flames and abetting in evil. It was he who instigated little Ye Wudao to show 'appropriate intimacy' to every beautiful woman, he who instilled in Ye Wudao the belief that men are born to conquer beauties, and he who taught Ye Wudao various techniques for chasing girls, like reciting love poems, preparing flowers, and other methods of creating romance.
Rome wasn't built in a day, so it takes more than a day to create a playboy.
Soon, Ye Wudao's fifteenth birthday was imminent.
Without a doubt, another romantic escapade was about to unfold.