"Jian Xingsui, open the door!"

"Open the door! What are you doing in there? I know you're in there!"

Where are they?

When Jian Xingsui opened his eyes, he felt dizzy. His memories were still stuck in the pain of his death in his previous life. It was only after death that he unexpectedly learned that he was in a novel about a real and fake young master in a wealthy family. Of course, he was the fake young master who coveted the Jian family's wealth and persecuted the real young master, ultimately meeting his demise.

"Knock knock knock!"

The knocking on the door continued: "Jian Xingsui, what are you pretending to be dead in there for? Come out and explain yourself, or I'll kick the door down."

Jian Xingsui was initially in a bad mood and didn't want to move, but after hearing the persistent knocking outside, he had no choice but to sit up and open the door with great difficulty. He was very worried that if he didn't open the door, the other party would do something even crazier.

"Clap"

The door opened

Jian Kuo, standing outside, frowned deeply. Just as his son opened the door, he was about to unleash a torrent of curses when he unexpectedly saw Jian Xingsui's pale face, devoid of any color, and his body, for some reason, seemed so fragile that it looked as if he might collapse at any moment.

In the past, he might have shown concern and felt sorry for her, but now, he just frowned even more fiercely: "What trick are you playing this time?"

...

Jian Xingsui stared blankly at the stranger in front of her for a moment.

This is his father, no, to be precise, his former father. Before An Ran appeared, his father still loved him somewhat, but after the protagonist appeared, everyone seemed to lose their minds and their personalities changed drastically. Everyone hated him and wished he would disappear.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Jian Kuo strode in, as if delivering a final ultimatum: "Let me tell you, you actually did such a crazy thing yesterday, you actually dared to cause trouble for An Ran. If I hadn't arrived early, An Ran, such a kind child, might have been bullied to a terrible degree by you. I've raised you for so many years, I never expected you to be so arrogant and domineering. You are truly disappointing!"

As he spoke, he observed Jian Xingsui's expression.

When he found Jian Xingsui still staring blankly at him, he became even more stern: "It seems you still don't understand where you went wrong. Well then, let me make it even clearer to you. No matter what tricks you try today, you're getting out of this house!"

...

After he finished speaking, Jian Kuo wanted to wait and see what tricks Jian Xingsui would pull this time, but to his surprise, the room was completely silent.

then

Jian Xingsui looked at him uncertainly and said, "Yesterday?"

Jian Kuo was taken aback. He didn't know what kind of act this was all about. He said impatiently, "If it wasn't yesterday, then what day was it? What, are you trying to deny it and say you didn't do it?"

Jian Xingsui leaned weakly against the door behind her: "You mean, it's 2019 now?"

Jian Kuo, seeing his rambling nonsense, felt even more disgusted: "What else? Why are you asking this?"

Jian Xingsui didn't answer. He scratched his head and chuckled softly.

At first, he couldn't quite believe it, but now he had to believe it: he had actually been reborn, and he had been reborn in the time when the protagonist of his previous life, An Ran, had just returned from the hospital and was preparing to join forces with the Jian family to drive him away. Everything was still in time, and there were still many humiliating things that hadn't happened.

When he learned after his death that this world was a novel, he understood his own character's backstory—

A disgusting and annoying cannon fodder male supporting character, a fake young master from a wealthy family who has usurped someone else's place.

An Ran is the center of this world. After the Jian family takes him back, they dote on him. After entering the entertainment industry, his career is smooth sailing. He surpasses everyone else and becomes the universally recognized young master. In the end, he falls in love with the movie star while filming and reaches the pinnacle of his life. In the end, he loses everything and dies in a car accident in a place unknown to anyone. Readers call it a satisfying story.

Jian Xingsui sighed, then looked up at her father and said, "So, what time is it now? Should I go back to my parents?"

Jian Kuo didn't hear the first half of the sentence, but he heard the second half: "Of course you have to go back, and you have to go back today whether you want to or not. No amount of tricks will work!"

Jian Kuo had made up his mind. No matter what tricks Jian Xingsui played this time, he would not be soft-hearted at all. After experiencing these things, he had completely seen through the child's evil nature and could not let his guard down at all!

However

Jian Xingsui stood up straight, looked at him frankly, and said, "Okay, I'll go back."

"It's no use, even if you... what?" Jian Kuo choked up halfway through his sentence, somewhat unable to believe his ears: "What did you just say?"

Seeing that he didn't seem to have heard her clearly, Jian Xingsui repeated, "Then I'll go back to my parents' place."

Jian Kuo's prepared words to forcefully kick him out all got stuck in his throat. After struggling for a while, he could only manage to utter, "Don't try anything funny!"

Jian Xingsui retorted, "What tricks did I play?"

Jian Kuo was speechless.

The boy standing in the room still looked familiar, his hair had grown long enough to cover his eyes and was dyed yellow. His clothes were loose and mismatched. But now, he stood there quietly, his tone neither loud nor soft. It was a question, but there was no hostility in it. The fact that he asked it so calmly made it seem as if Jian Kuo was being unreasonable.

Impossible. Don't I know my own son well enough?

He's already a complete scoundrel, so this behavior is definitely an act.

Thinking of this, Jian Kuo raised his voice: "Have you thought this through?"

Jian Xingsui nodded: "I've made myself very clear, I can leave now."

Jian Kuo was genuinely surprised this time. He had indeed been blinded by anger, but seeing that Jian Xingsui had suddenly become much more obedient and cooperative, he said, "It's best if you can think things through. Over the years, your mother and I have always treated you like our own child, but what you've done has truly broken our hearts. An Ran is a good child, so don't resent him. This is the last time. After this, you go back to your biological parents. If you dare to lay a hand on Ranran again, I won't let you off the hook, understand?"

Jian Xingsui felt it was incredibly ironic.

Jian Kuo only knew that he had a conflict with An Ran and assumed that he was the one who went to find An Ran. How could he have imagined that it was that innocent and kind child who took the initiative to find him and provoked him, which led to his impulsive actions? He only knew that An Ran was unconscious and hospitalized. Did he also know that he was injured?

His arm, which was scratched under his long-sleeved shirt, was still throbbing slightly, but he didn't feel any pain at all. The grievances and pain in his heart were many times greater than the pain from the wound.

Seeing his silence, Jian Kuo assumed it was because the conditions weren't right, so he said, "There's a check on the table. Take it and go."

Jian Xingsui scoffed after hearing this. Even in his previous life, he still held onto a sliver of hope until his death. Now that he was reborn and experienced such a scene again, the flame in his heart was completely extinguished.

Even if Jian Kuo didn't kick him out today, he would still have to leave.

Jian Xingsui said, "No need, I'm willing to leave with nothing. You can keep this money to help An Ran recover from her shock."

Jian Kuo choked up; he hadn't expected Jian Xingsui to refuse.

What shocked him even more was that Jian Xingsui, after rejecting him, opened the door and was about to leave without any hesitation. Jian Kuo subconsciously asked, "Don't you need to pack your luggage?"

"Luggage?" Jian Xingsui seemed to just realize what was happening. He turned around and glanced at the magnificent house, then smiled and said, "Since this house doesn't belong to me, these things don't belong to me either."

He left gracefully without the slightest regret.

The young man standing in the corridor walked out of the room. In fact, he hadn't been away from this place for very long. After being kicked out of his home in his previous life, he hadn't been back for about two years. This was the place where he had lived for twenty years, but now, looking at it again, it felt extremely unfamiliar. Even though he was prepared, for some reason, he still felt a pang of pain in his heart at this moment.

Twenty years of relationship couldn't compare to another person's mere two months. He had come to terms with some things, but some feelings don't just disappear. Death, however, was enough to bring him to his senses. Only by leaving this home and these people could he find peace.

Jian Kuo's voice came from behind: "Have you thought it through?"

Jian Xingsui snapped out of his thoughts, turned around, looked at Jian Kuo, gazed at him for a while, and finally bowed to him, as if repaying the kindness of raising him over the years: "Take care."

The afternoon sun was quite intense, but the corridor was rather dim.

A breeze blew in from the far end of the window, causing the boy's clothes to flutter slightly. Not long ago, Jian Kuo had hoped this immature child would leave, but at this moment, for some reason, a weight seemed to lift from his heart. After all, they had lived together for so long, and he finally couldn't help but call out, "Sui Sui..."

After bowing, Jian Xingsui remained unmoved by the call, simply saying, "Goodbye."