Chapter 1: The Overbearing CEO Transmigrates into a Novel?

In the bustling metropolis, there lived a tycoon so wealthy he rivaled entire nations. His fortune had long exceeded all human means of calculation, and his bank card could only be held by a small country. Despite owning such vast empires, he had no heir—simply because this magnate was a phantom.

At this moment, atop a towering skyscraper soaring 20,000 meters high, Ye Xingchen was selecting his twenty-first billionth girlfriend.

“Hmph, this 500-billion contract? Not signing it might be better,” a man remarked leisurely, crossing his legs with an air of indifference as his gaze lingered on the striking woman opposite him.

The woman quickly urged, “Big shot Ye Xingchen, though this 500-billion contract might seem insignificant to you, it’s still a source of income—even if it’s small compared to your wealth.”

Ye Xingchen raised an eyebrow but remained utterly casual, replying without concern, “Fine, signing or not doesn’t really matter to me.”

He smiled faintly, teasing, “I’m only agreeing because of your stunning beauty, so you’d better cherish this opportunity, miss.”

Having settled this matter, Ye Xingchen strode down the stairs with steady steps. His driver had already parked the car below, everything ready for departure.

As Ye Xingchen settled into the car, preparing for the drive to the golf course, his eyes casually scanned the street and caught sight of a woman sitting outside a coffee shop. Her fingers danced rapidly over a keyboard, and before her was only a cup of plain water.

Curious, Ye Xingchen asked the driver, “Why do you think that woman outside the coffee shop ordered just a glass of water?”

The driver shook his head, equally puzzled.

Intrigued, Ye Xingchen decided to find out himself. He stepped out of the car and approached the woman, bending slightly as he gently inquired, “Excuse me, miss, may I ask why you’re sitting here with only a cup of water?”

The woman slowly looked up, puzzled at first, then pointed to herself and replied in a somewhat naive, simple voice, “Huh?”

Patiently, Ye Xingchen pressed, “What do you do for a living?”

Snapping back to reality, she answered, “Oh, I’m a novelist. I write stories about the lives of the ultra-rich—the kind where everyone is dripping in wealth.”

Ye Xingchen glanced at her laptop screen, and in that instant, a powerful and mysterious force suddenly surged forth, pulling the unsuspecting Ye Xingchen directly into the computer screen.

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Ye Xingchen felt the world spin wildly. After regaining his senses with great effort, he steadied himself and looked around curiously.

Before him lay a quintessential rural scene: winding dirt paths, scattered farmhouses, smoke curling gently from chimneys, and a faint scent of grass and wood in the air—a peaceful and serene countryside painting.

Suddenly, a crisp notification sounded in his mind.

[ Ding Ding Ding ]

[ Congratulations, host, you have bound the Infinite Wealth System. ]

[ Explanation: You now possess a limitless bank card, with unlimited funds available for any need. ]

Ye Xingchen blinked in surprise, then muttered angrily inside, his face full of frustration.

“Seriously? My life before was already one of luxury—what haven’t I seen or owned? Over twenty thousand bank cards stuffed with so much money they could burst! Hackers trying to peek at my wealth wouldn’t even fit in a 2,000-square-meter mansion! What use do I have for this card?”

Just then, the familiar system tone sounded again.

[ I know you're eager, but hold on. You have crossed into this novel’s world. ]

Ye Xingchen’s temper cooled slightly. Frowning, he found a clean spot by the roadside, sat down, propped his chin on his hands, and fell into deep thought.

“So this place must have a plot. If I follow it step by step, perhaps I can find a way back to my original world!” he mused, a flicker of hope shining in his narrowed eyes.

“Besides, the author said she writes about wealthy lifestyles. Even if this story doesn’t match my previous life, it shouldn’t be much worse.”

Just as Ye Xingchen thought this, the quiet rural calm was pierced by the noisy footsteps of two ruffians staggering toward him.

They were sloppily dressed, their hair dyed in gaudy colors, cigarettes dangling from their mouths, exuding a lazy swagger.

One, bearing a scar across his face, cocked his head and appraised Ye Xingchen with greedy contempt.

“Hey, what’s this pretty boy doing here sitting all dazed?” he shouted.

His tall, skinny companion chimed in, “Heh heh, whatever, looks like someone rich. Today’s our lucky day—we’ll get some cash off this guy.” He rubbed his hands eagerly.

Ye Xingchen frowned slightly, amused. Such small-time thugs dared show off before him? He didn’t rise but cast them a lazy glance, his tone dripping with nonchalance:

“I suggest you two scram before you make a fool of yourselves.”

The scar-faced thug’s temper flared. He spat his cigarette to the ground, stomped on it, cursing, “You little punk, how dare you talk to me like that? Hand over all your money today, or you’re not leaving!”

The tall one brandished a small knife, snarling, “Yeah, better cough up, or you’ll regret it!”

Ye Xingchen smiled mockingly, slowly standing and adjusting his coat, speaking calmly:

“Looks like you don’t learn until you see the coffin. I was going to let you off, but now you’ll see some people aren’t to be trifled with.”

The two burst into laughter. The scar-faced one, nearly in tears from amusement, pointed at Ye Xingchen, saying:

“You? Acting all tough? I want to see what you can do to us!”

Unfazed, Ye Xingchen pulled out the infinite wealth bank card from his pocket and waved it before them, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“Know what this is? This card could buy your entire village if I wanted. Do you still think you have the right to rob me?”

The two looked at the card, puzzled, then sneered, suspecting Ye Xingchen was bluffing.

The tall one scoffed, “Don’t try to fool us with some card. If you don’t pay today, we’ll get rough.”

Ye Xingchen thought sarcastically, “This author really... even with infinite money, I’m supposed to fear being mugged? I could crush them with cash.”

Turning back to them, he asked, “How much do you want?”

They hesitated, then growled fiercely, “Fifty!”

The taller one reconsidered, “Nah, make it forty.”

Ye Xingchen was left speechless.