It hurts, a pain that goes deep into your bones.

Si Qingcang felt like every cell in his body was clamoring to tear him apart.

He was completely soaked, as if he had been pulled out of cold water.

His pale face looked like a ghost, and his lips were bitten bloody, completely different from the refined gentleman he used to be.

He didn't understand what went wrong. He had planned every step so perfectly, so why did he end up with this result?

He was humiliated by the other party and was as miserable as a stray dog, unable to fight back at all!

Why on earth? It's okay if he's not as good as Si Lijue, but why can't he even fight against Lu Jingyi?

We are all Si Borong's sons, with the same genes. How am I different from them?

He thought of the scene in the conference room where Lu Jingyi had just ridiculed him.

At that time, his heart was clearly filled with violent emotions, and he wished he could strangle Lu Jingyi's neck and tear him into pieces.

But when he was about to take action, he was intimidated by Lu Jingyi's light look.

My whole body was cold and I couldn't move. My momentum was completely defeated and in the end, nothing was left!

Si Qingcang felt regretful and annoyed, and was unwilling to give up.

From the moment she could remember, He Sijie had been constantly instilling in herself the idea of ​​defeating Si Lijue and Lu Jingyi.

To this end, he studied with utmost diligence, not daring to slack off even for a moment. Even when he was in the bathroom, he was still memorizing the boring financial theories and the almost perverse etiquette tutorials...

If they did something wrong, He Sijie would scold them and lock them up in a small dark room as punishment. It was common for them not to be given food or water for days and nights.

He Sijie is moody. When he is in a good mood, he will hug himself and call him good son affectionately. When he is unhappy, he will directly curse himself for having a decoration on his neck. He will pull his hair like a madman and bang his head against the wall, asking himself why he doesn't wake up?

Being beaten and covered in bruises has become a common occurrence.

It was not until one day when he made one million yuan with the 100,000 yuan given by He Sijie that she smiled at him for the first time.

He still remembers her expression when she heard the news. She was so happy that she almost flew to the sky, praising him for being her son.

That year, he was ten years old.

After that, he worked like crazy, got a PhD in finance from Cambridge University, and survived the Alpha Organization's death camp...

He lived cautiously, trying to please everyone.

But what he got was still countless people's contempt and disdain.

It was as if my existence was a dirty thing that would bring disgrace to them.

Therefore, he tried his best to move up, wanted to acquire MR Group, and go back to teach those people in Alpha who looked down on him a lesson!

However, everything is about to be ruined.

The excruciating pain came over me again, my vision went dark, my heart was being pulled hard, and I felt as if I was suffocating.

Si Qingcang thought he was going to die and felt very unwilling. Why was he the one who was in such a miserable state and was abandoned?

Si Qingcang clenched his fingers tightly together, gripping the wall to force himself to stand up. Where his fingers passed, there were bloody marks, and his ten fingers were also covered in blood.

Plop...Si Qingcang fell down again.

But as he fainted, a figure suddenly appeared in his sight.

He was a man, probably not very old, with a very childish face, but his eyes were piercingly cold.

"Help, help me!" Si Qingcang pleaded for help and struggled to grab his trouser leg.

The man looked down at him, as if he were a lowly ant.

After a moment, he squatted down and injected a tube of light green liquid into Si Qingcang's neck.

It's Reagent No. 1...