012 Fifth Master should feel sorry for him.

Huo Yanxi stood on the stairs, glanced at Xie Yaoyao lightly, and then turned to go upstairs.

Xie Yaoyao was enraged by his gaze and started punching and kicking his back.

But before he could finish his swing, Huo Yanxi suddenly turned around as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

Xie Yaoyao's punches and kicks froze in mid-air. She immediately switched to a Baduanjin (Eight Pieces of Brocade) pose and explained with a smile, "I just received three million. I'm happy, so I'm doing Baduanjin to celebrate."

As she spoke, she slowly began to gesture.

Huo Yanxi narrowed his eyes; the woman's skin was dazzlingly white in the sunlight.

She gestured around in the living room, her pale arms waving in front of him, making it impossible for him to ignore her.

For some reason, it felt familiar to him.

He thought he had gone mad, repeatedly trying to find the shadow of another person in her.

What's even more outrageous is...

When did his tastes become so heavy? This woman must weigh at least 200 pounds.

Huo Yanxi could no longer bear his delusions. He felt his scalp tingling and turned to run upstairs as if fleeing.

Back in his room, Huo Yanxi called his psychologist, Lu Zhi.

Lu Zhi was attending an academic seminar in mainland China; otherwise, he would have rushed back to Hong Kong immediately after receiving a call from Uncle Jian last night.

During the intermission, he received a call from Huo Yanxi. "Why, Mr. Huo?"

Huo Yanxi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the steel forest of Central in the distance.

On the giant screen hanging on the exterior wall, the Miss Hong Kong pageant was being broadcast on a loop. The contestants were wearing swimsuits, showing off their curvaceous figures to the fullest.

Yet no one could compare to the graceful and sexy girl in the old boathouse of the small fishing village back then.

At that time, he longed to touch her every day, wanting to smash her to pieces, yet he was afraid that the darkness and perversion in his heart would frighten her.

"Mr. Huo?" Lu Zhi's deep, questioning voice came from the phone.

Huo Yanxi snapped out of his daze, "No, I think I saw him."

When Huo Yanxi speaks Mandarin, his pronunciation is clear and his voice is refined and deep. When he speaks Cantonese, his voice has a husky, magnetic quality, making him appear noble and sexy.

It was a bit noisy on Lu Zhi's end, but he still heard what Lu Zhi said clearly, and his expression turned slightly stern.

"Mr. Huo, all of this is fake. Cheer up." Lu Zhixian strongly affirmed that what Huo Yanxi saw was an illusion, and then gently encouraged him.

This is a common technique used by psychologists to prevent patients from falling into misconceptions.

Huo Yanxi suffered from severe mental illness and for a period of time he experienced intense visual and auditory hallucinations.

Lu Zhi was worried that his condition would worsen and was extremely anxious. "I'm going back to Hong Kong tonight. Can I come see you?"

Huo Yanxi pursed his thin lips.

Before I could answer, a small figure suddenly darted out from downstairs, carrying a spatula like a mischievous little monkey. In a few swift movements, it climbed up the artificial hill and sat there, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha.

Less than two seconds later, Xie Yaoyao came out and stood under the artificial hill, gazing at the vast ocean with a sigh.

With her hands on her hips, exuding the aura of a shrew, she roared at the chubby monkey on the artificial hill, "Xie Ziyu, get down here!"

Xie Ziyu picked at his toes and grinned mischievously, "I won't go down. If you don't let me go to the kitchen, I'll just sit here."

Xie Yaoyao tried to reason with him, "This is not our home, we can't do whatever we want here."

“But you don’t like their cooking. You didn’t eat much last night or today.”

The Huo family hired a chef at great expense, and the meals were plentiful and nutritionally balanced, but they were bland and tasteless.

Xie Yaoyao ate something last night, and her mouth was practically tasteless.

But she couldn't eat, and it wasn't just because the food didn't suit her taste.

Xie Yaoyao had a headache. "I'll get used to it after a couple more meals. Get down here and give the spatula back to Chef Zhang."

"With me here, I won't let you suffer." Most importantly, his mom can't lose weight.

With him around, he wouldn't allow Mommy to lose an ounce of weight.

and.

He went to eavesdrop last night and found out that his scumbag father seems to have anorexia and can't eat anything.

Grandpa Jane was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

If he could get his scumbag father to eat, he might be able to gain some favor with him.

Then, it won't be long before he seizes his family property and forces him to beg on the streets.

Thinking of the three million yuan lying in her bank account, Xie Yaoyao said, "I'm not wronged, I'm not wronged at all."

"But you can't eat anything."

Xie Yaoyao glared at her with her narrowed eyes, "Are you never going to stop going on and on? Get down right now."

At this moment, she envied those who had daughters, because daughters were so well-behaved and sensible, like a warm and comforting little cotton-padded jacket.

Unfortunately, she gave birth to a son who was rebellious and stubborn, and once he made up his mind about something, he wouldn't listen to anything she said.

She often got so angry that her liver fire would flare up.

Xie Ziyu remained unmoved, refusing to come down no matter how earnestly Xie Yaoyao tried to persuade him.

Xie Yaoyao was so angry that she lost her mind. She turned around and ran into the villa. She saw a golf club standing in the corner, grabbed it, and stormed out.

Uncle Jian immediately noticed the golf club in her hand, which was Huo Yanxi's favorite.

Afraid she would break it, he quickly chased after her, calling out, "Teacher Xie, Teacher Xie..."

When they reached the artificial hill, they saw Xie Yaoyao poking Xie Ziyu's butt with a golf club worth three million.

He was so anxious that he tried to pinch his philtrum. "Teacher Xie, let's change to another one. If this one is damaged, Fifth Master will be heartbroken."

Xie Yaoyao was furious, her eyes were fixed on the unfilial son on the artificial hill, and she couldn't listen to anything else.

Xie Ziyu hopped around on the artificial hill, dodging the golf clubs that were poking at him, and arrogantly taunted, "You can't poke me, you can't poke me..."

Chickens and dogs were running rampant downstairs.

This huge, empty villa, as quiet as a tomb, suddenly seemed to come alive.

The flowers have turned red, the willows have turned green, and the gloomy surroundings have suddenly become bright.

A ray of sunlight suddenly shone into Huo Yanxi's dark and damp world. He heard Lu Zhi urging him and replied, "Really, don't worry, I'm fine."

The two chatted briefly, and Lu Zhi sensed that his mood was relatively calm and peaceful, which put his mind at ease.

After hanging up the phone, Huo Yanxi glanced downstairs and saw that the mischievous monkey on the artificial hill was gone.

I don't know what method Xie Yaoyao used, but she had already gotten the person down and was now holding him on her knees and spanking him.

This scene seems familiar.

Huo Yanxi was abandoned by his wife in a small fishing village when he was 3 years old, and he was a well-known little beggar in the village.

His daily routine consists of rummaging through trash cans, competing with stray dogs for food, and occasionally encountering a kind aunt who will give him half a steamed bun.

He was neither well-fed nor warmly clothed; he survived only because of his lowly fate.

He had lay on the haystack countless times, looking at the starry sky, wondering why he couldn't die.

Later, he fought with homeless people for food, determined to die, hoping to get a full meal.

He failed to get the steamed bun back and was beaten to the point of near death by the homeless man, collapsing on the roadside.

He thought, he could finally die. After all, no one would shed a tear for him when he died.

But that day, he met a kind-hearted goddess who took him home, gave him a meat bun, and begged her grandmother to let him stay.

From then on, he finally had a home.