The boy later found out that someone had taken the little girl back.

The messenger said with envy, "She's a rich man's daughter. And she even has a butler! I've never seen a rich person with a butler before. It turns out what they show on TV is real. The butler came to take her away, and he called her 'Miss.'"

I learned of this news seven days later.

Scarface went all out this time.

"I never expected you, you little bastard, to be such a romantic at such a young age. You actually let such a fat little lamb escape!"

He gritted his teeth, groaning in pain, but otherwise remained silent.

She was so beautiful and lovely, like the bright moon in the sky; how could he bear to let someone kidnap her?

He had the candy she had given him tucked in his arms.

His wound became infected and he developed a high fever, which even caused him to hallucinate.

The candy was so sweet, he couldn't bear to finish it all and hid most of it away.

She said, "It will be better when you grow up, brother. I beg Mom to come find you and take you away."

They have never been here.

He didn't complain; she was so young, how could she have a say?

Later, taking advantage of Scarface's momentary lapse in attention, he escaped.

He escaped but fell into the hands of another group of people who were even more cruel than Scarface.

His heart was filled with resentment, resentment towards the world.

Why should he have to go through all this!

These people should all go to hell!

All sorts of offensive remarks came over: "This kid is really good-looking! When he grows up a little more, we'll give him to some rich women. Those wealthy old women should really like his looks."

Hearing these kinds of comments so often, he became filled with resentment towards his appearance.

He never imagined that one day he would meet her again.

She brought him food again.

She has already forgotten him.

He wanted to knock the bread she offered him away, but he didn't.

He silently accepted it.

This time, her voice was urgent: "Brother, I'll call someone to help you, wait for me, okay? You have to wait for me!"

Is it true that no matter who she meets, she will always call him "brother," and will always be so kind and meddlesome?

Did she realize that if she made a single wrong decision, she would be dragged into an abyss of no return by him?

This time, he didn't run away; he held onto hope.

He wanted to go with her.

He had seen wealthy young ladies, and they looked at him as if he were an ant or a beggar.

Only she, calling him "brother" again and again, showed no disdain or disgust, her eyes only filled with heartache.

But he was still a little unlucky.

He didn't wait for the little girl; instead, he was met with his pursuers and an even more agonizing ordeal.

That day, he was led into the car and watched helplessly as the little girl got in, looking back every few steps.

After many twists and turns, the Fu family found him when he was ten years old.

He hardly spoke when he returned to the Fu family.

During the years he was left out, he never encountered any kindness. Perhaps he was just unlucky, or perhaps he was simply a bad person, just as Scarface had cursed. Therefore, he simply couldn't meet any good people.

The only warmth and kindness came from that little girl, whom the housekeeper called Miss.

Back at the Fu family home, I felt out of place.

He was not used to his mother Ye Shuxiang's tears, Old Madam Fu's tears, the self-blaming and guilty looks of others, and their careful accommodations.

Aren't they a family?

It's not their fault.

They didn't want this either, and he tried his best to comfort them.

But having sunk into the abyss for too long, his heart has been tainted.

There was a corner filled with negative energy and destructive desires.

He could never get better, he could never be a good person again. He wanted to see that little girl, he wanted to torture her severely. He resented her for letting him see the light and then cruelly causing him to fall.

If his eyes have never seen beauty, he can be even more thoroughly evil.

He doesn't talk much; outsiders say he can't even speak.

For a whole year, he didn't say a word in front of the Fu family, only nodding or shaking his head, or looking at them with an indifferent and apathetic gaze.

Seeing their anxiety and suffering, he still remained silent.

He was in more pain and suffering than they were.

He wouldn't let them touch his body or examine him.

The scars on my back have scabbed over, but the wounds in my heart cannot be healed.

He is fierce and ruthless, and he does things without considering the consequences, as if there is no tomorrow after today.

The Fu family did not utter a single complaint and went to clean up his mess.

Those people outwardly respect him as the third young master of the Fu family, but their private gossip is unbearable.

"This third young master of the Fu family is really good-looking. You tell me, he must have done a lot of dirty things since he fell into those people's hands, right? A kid his age, all he can do is cheat and swindle! And, how come he's unharmed? Isn't it because of his face? Aren't there people who like boys his age..."

He got into fights and spent all his time on the streets, becoming a well-known street hustler in the southern part of the city.

Those people couldn't beat him in terms of strength or family background, and since he fought like he didn't care about his life, they were all intimidated.

Only he understands what he's doing.

Let's just assume he's giving up on himself.

He always had this illusion that one day, that little girl would appear in front of him, reaching out her hand: "Brother, do you want some candy? Brother, are you in pain?"

But that time, he was injured and lying in the alley, and he still didn't meet her. Instead, the bodyguards secretly sent by the Fu family to protect him took him back.

Upon returning home, he lost his temper with his family for the first time: "No one is allowed to follow me! If I find anyone following me again, I will never come back to this house!"

Fu Haozhong was unusually angry, furious: "Fine, I won't care about you then? I won't care if you die out there?"

The eldest brother, Fu Tingrui, said very gently: "Alright, third brother, don't be angry. I will persuade Grandpa, Grandma, and Mom and Dad not to send anyone to follow you anymore. You can do whatever you want, but remember one thing: don't hurt or cripple anyone. Everything else is negotiable."

He merely glanced at his elder brother indifferently, then turned and left.

Later, no matter how badly he was injured, he would get up on his own and go to the hospital his family owned; no one followed him anymore.

Fu Chenyuan remembered that it rained that day.

What goes around comes around.

He came out alone that day and was surrounded.

He was sixteen years old that year.

The sixteen-year-old boy was already over 1.8 meters tall, with a slender build and long legs, somewhere between a teenager and a young adult.

Without saying a word, we got to work.

He suffered a great loss, and that group of people didn't get away with it either.

It rained, and the alley was wet.

His hair was long, and it was wet from the rain, hanging down like someone's long-haired dog that had gotten soaked.

Footsteps approached, along with the sounds of girls chatting. One girl's voice was somewhat boisterous, while the other's voice was sweet and soft.

The loud girl talks a lot, while the sweet and gentle girl talks very little but is a good listener.

The sound was getting closer and closer.

He heard the sweet, soft-spoken girl let out a soft "Eh," and he stopped in his tracks.

A gaze fell upon him.

He looked over with a sinister gaze.