Chapter 1
How can his parents be good people if they can raise a scum like Bo Yiming who is robbing and plundering at all costs? 】
[Bo Yiming was born a bad person. His parents gave birth to him but did not raise him. This is simply irresponsible to the entire society! 】
On the bed, a handsome young man with long hair had his eyes closed, his eyeballs moving rapidly under his thin eyelids, and there seemed to be wet tears in the corners of his eyes.
He opened his dry and bitter lips and murmured to the voice in his mind, "No, Yiming... he is not born a bad person..."
The voice of a person who has been ill for a long time is as rough and hoarse as the teeth of a saw scraping against wood.
Aunt Zhong was just walking into the room. Seeing this, she trotted forward, held Wen Cishu's arm and gently pushed him: "Second Young Master?"
Wen Cishu fell down suddenly as if he had lost weight. He opened his eyes suddenly, still in shock, and his chest heaved violently.
A set of long, silky black hair draped over her shoulders onto the Chinese-style couch, swaying precariously.
His congenital heart disease made him unable to bear excessive emotions, and his face turned pale.
Aunt Zhong touched his chest through the thin blanket and said earnestly, "Second Young Master, please don't panic."
Wen Cishu's breathing gradually became steady.
In that pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes with an oriental classical charm, there is still the lingering echo of nightmares.
He saw Aunt Zhong's face clearly and pursed his pale, bloodless lips.
He found it difficult to explain what a horrible dream he had just had.
In the dream, Bo Yiming, the child born to him and his husband Bo Tingyuan, is an evil and paranoid villain in a melodramatic crematorium novel.
Due to their excessive pampering, Bo Yiming became willful and stubborn.
When Bo Yiming was in his twenties, he treated the protagonist as a substitute for Bai Yueguang and was a scumbag who abused the protagonist thousands of times.
At the end of the story, Bo Yiming was defeated by the protagonist who came from the sky and eventually became disgraced.
As a family member, Wen Cishu died of a heart attack when Bo Yiming was twelve years old.
At this moment, he was breathing heavily, his heart was vibrating like a drumstick, and blood was sent to every part of his body.
The blood-lost joints gradually recovered, and the haze pressing on my chest seemed to be slightly cleared away.
Consciousness is like glass washed by water, clear and bright.
Wen Cishu: "Aunt Zhong, Yiming...how old is he this year?"
"Nine years old."
Aunt Zhong was startled. Didn’t she just celebrate the young master’s birthday with great enthusiasm?
Hearing this, Wen Cishu closed his eyes slightly: I hope it’s not too late.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
"Auntie Zhong?"
There was a knock on the door followed by a cautious call.
A young aunt from the Bo family poked her head in.
Wen Cishu looked at the bedroom door from afar.
The young aunt looked at Mr. Wen and quickly lowered her head.
Since she came to the Bo family, she has never set foot in this bedroom which seems like a forbidden area.
In the bedroom, the Chinese-style decorative lines are like classical picture frames, making the long-haired beauty lying on the couch look like a fairy.
There is a saying that hair is produced by absorbing human essence, blood and vitality.
Mr. Wen is in such a weak body, but he has longer, thicker and blacker hair than most people, which is rare.
Aunt Zhong bent down beside the couch and carefully pulled up the thin blanket.
"Second Master, lie down, I'll go take a look."
Wen Cishu looked at the unfamiliar face from a distance and asked breathlessly, "What happened? Tell me."
Everyone in the Bo family takes Wen Cishu's health very seriously, and no troublesome or trivial matters will ever reach his ears.
Naturally, the young aunt didn't dare to do so. She just looked at Aunt Zhong with embarrassment and asked her to make the decision.
Aunt Zhong grew up reading Wen Cishu and regarded him as important as her own eyes.
"It must be some chores down there. I'll take care of it. Second Young Master, just take a rest."
Wen Cishu's breath was weak, but his attitude was unusually firm: "Aunt Zhong, I want to know."
Aunt Zhong could only wave her hand.
The young aunt glanced at the handsome but sickly gentleman and reluctantly explained, "It was the young master... He, he was just saying that he was going to participate in some talent show..."
“Ahem…”
Wen Cishu couldn't help coughing before he finished listening, and his heart was beating violently as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
The two sentences in the dream, "born but not raised" and "born a bad seed", made his blood run cold.
Seeing this, the young aunt was almost scared to death: "Sir, please don't be anxious."
Everyone in the Bo family called Wen Cishu "Sir".
After Wen Cishu coughed several times, his face surprisingly felt a little refreshed, and his eyes were moist as if they were soaked in spring water. He lifted the blanket: "I'll go take a look."
Before Aunt Zhong could open her mouth to stop him, he held Aunt Zhong's arm and spoke softly in her native dialect.
"Auntie Zhong, it's okay, don't worry."
Aunt Zhong said nothing more and carefully helped the second young master up.
The young aunt took the thin blanket with great attentiveness, stood on tiptoe, and gently draped it over Mr. Wen's shoulders.
Wen Cishu raised his hands and clasped them together, "Thank you."
The young aunt lowered her eyes and was extremely happy to hear the warm and gentle voice.
Aunt Zhong gathered a handful of his long black hair behind him before helping him walk out slowly.
At this moment, there was a noisy sound of squeaking coming from the living room downstairs.
Wen Cishu, who was walking slowly, couldn't help but frown after hearing it, and quickened his pace to the corridor above the living room.
In the extremely classical and luxurious living room, a little monkey is jumping up and down along the Chinese-style U-shaped sofa.
He was holding a black remote control as a microphone, singing rap like a mantra, making a constant stream of noise with great energy.
However, this lively "Monkey Concert" still had three rows of audience members:
The housekeeper, aunt, driver, and bodyguard at home.
The energetic, screaming and jumping monkey is the future paranoid villain in the book, Bo Yiming.
Wen Cishu looked at the boy's smug look and held the railing tightly.
My heart ached again.
The original author only needs to wave his hand and select someone as the villain;
As a villain's parent, there are so many things to consider.
Wen Cishu slowly entered the old antique elevator at the end of the corridor.
The elevator slowly descended.
The light of the afternoon sun shines through the black carved iron fence, casting scattered shadows on Wen Cishu's flawless face.
This commotion attracted the attention of people on the first floor.
The elevator door opened, and Wen Cishu supported Aunt Zhong and slowly stepped out, his pale face with a slightly furrowed brow.
Several people who rarely saw Mr. Wen were startled, as if they were seeing a scene in a movie where the protagonist appears.
Seeing this, Uncle Xu, the steward of the Bo family, was surprised: "Sir, why did you come down?"
Only then did Bo Yiming realize that his young father had come downstairs.
He just jumped onto the coffee table and looked over with a smile: "Little dad, the rap I just learned is super good, isn't it? #￥%……&*（&……￥%……"
Bo Yiming inherited some mixed-race genes from his French-Chinese grandfather, plus Wen Cishu's oriental genes, so he was born with black hair and amber eyes.
When he was a child, he was clearly a super soft and cute little baby.
Who would have thought that he would accidentally develop a behavior that even dogs would dislike.
Wen Cishu looked up at the nine-year-old boy, his brows slightly furrowed, and a hint of worry unconsciously revealed.
Seeing that his little dad had to look up to see him, Bo Yiming jumped down filially: "Little dad? I want to enter the entertainment industry. They say that with my looks, I will be very popular!"
The young father always granted his requests, so he said this as if it was a matter of course, as if he could become a star tomorrow.
"What?"
Wen Cishu was feeling uneasy. He had received too much information today and his consciousness was always wandering uncontrollably. When he heard these words, he was still not able to react.
"I want to participate in a talent show in the entertainment industry! My classmate said that a company is recruiting teenage trainees between the ages of 9 and 15."
The active little monkey couldn't sit still and jumped onto the sofa again.
The housekeeper Xu Shu was so scared that he wanted to hug him, and his voice was trembling like a eunuch in the ancient palace.
"Little ancestor! Don't fall."
The aunts thought that this rosewood coffee table was a wedding gift from the old man of the Bo family.
Including a complete set of precious Chinese-style tables, chairs, couches, etc., each of which is worth its weight in gold.
Seeing his lawless appearance, Wen Cishu stopped him in a serious tone for the first time: "Bo Yiming, come down."
When Aunt Zhong and Uncle Xu heard this tone, they couldn't help but look at him with puzzlement.
Bo Yiming twisted his waist and hips, showing off his newly learned dance without any fear.
"Little dad, please tell me if I dance well or not."
When Wen Cishu thought about the fact that he would engage in "robbery" and "imprisonment and sadomasochism" in the future, he wished he could stuff a whole book on criminal law into his brain first.
He tried his best to suppress his palpitations and said in a low voice: "Yiming, you should study hard at your age now."
Bo Yiming slowly widened his eyes, "Little dad, don't you support me?"
He stamped his feet, but the stable and expensive sofa did not move at all;
There was no sign of wavering on the young father's handsome face.
He yelled even more eagerly, "I don't care. I'm going to participate in the draft!"
When Uncle Xu heard the noise, he raised his hand and asked the aunt, driver, bodyguards and others to disperse first.
Bo Yiming rushed around among the Chinese sofas: "I want to be a top idol in the future! Little daddy, don't stop me! No one can allow it!"
Wen Cishu couldn't catch his breath and his heart felt a little uncomfortable.
He looked around and saw nothing that was handy, so he gave orders in a weak voice: "Uncle Xu, go get a frying pan and two bodyguards."
He glanced at the lawless and energetic little monkey with his almond-shaped eyes and instructed, "Give me four bodyguards."
Bo Yiming stood on the sofa and looked down at the gentle little father who always responded to his requests. He was surprised and said, "Little father? You misunderstood. I am going to a talent show, not to fight. There is no need to call a bodyguard."
"ah?"
Uncle Xu looked at Mr. Wen in shock, as he saw that his breathing was uneven and he was staggering, and thought he was hallucinating.
"Go get it." Wen Cishu breathed out in a deep voice, full of command.
"Oh, good."
Uncle Xu ran to the distant kitchen himself, his mind confused all the way.
——Why did Mr. Wen suddenly want to “beat” the young master?
An auntie also ran in and whispered, "Please get a smaller one. I don't think the master would be willing to really beat the young master."
The Bo family has no tradition of beating children.
What's more, due to his health, Wen Cishu was particularly doting on his only child, coaxing him in everything and never scolding him, let alone hitting him.
The housekeeper is naturally aware of this.
But he was concerned about something else, and sighed, "Sir, how can you have the strength to lift a heavy pot?"
"That's true."
The aunt was one step ahead of him and went into the kitchen to take out the smallest milk pan and handed it to him.
living room.
The little monkey realized that his father was going to take action, so he jumped up the stairs.
"Little daddy? Are you going to hit me? I'm your only son! I'm so cute!"
cute?
Wen Cishu was so angry that he almost laughed.
Bo Yiming was born in a honey jar and grew up being loved and pampered by the elders of the Wen and Bo families.
It's more than just self-confidence, it's narcissism.
He weakly raised his hand, pointed at the little monkey, and said to the four bodyguards, "Everyone, please hold him down."
The bodyguards looked at each other.
Wen Cishu narrowed his eyes and said, "I can't send you?"
The leading bodyguard in suits saw this and glanced at the young master who was less than ten years old. He hesitated and said in embarrassment: "Sir, this..."
Wen Cishu said calmly: "I will take responsibility if anything goes wrong."
After saying this, he turned his pale face away as if unable to restrain himself, and coughed lightly with his hands covering his lips.
The bodyguard had no choice but to go upstairs.
Bo Yiming let out a scream and ran to the second floor.
The little boy was indeed agile and moved like a mad rabbit, and he was brought up in pampering, so he was completely fearless.
But the four bodyguards were very professional, tall and strong, and they caught the kid in no time, just like an eagle catching a chick.
They didn't dare touch the young master directly, for fear of causing harm.
One of them cleverly took a sofa blanket, held down the young master's kicking and thrashing limbs, wrapped them several times, and lifted him down.
The nine-year-old Bo Yiming twisted his body wildly and shouted to the sky: "I am the future heir of the Bo family! I am not a thief!"
The little monkey was pressed onto the sofa, struggling to get free, and yelled, "Help! Grandma Zhong, Grandpa Xu! Save me!"
Aunt Zhong really couldn't bear it, so she bent down and was about to speak.
Wen Cishu raised his eyes, looked at the butler who was moving at a snail's pace, and asked slowly: "Uncle Xu, what happened to your legs? Can't you walk all of a sudden?"
"Mr. Lao was concerned. It was arthritis that was acting up. It's fine now."
Uncle Xu awkwardly resumed his normal gait and walked forward to hand over the small milk pan.
Aunt Zhong quickly put a clean white handkerchief on the handle.
Wen Cishu gripped the handle and lowered his eyes to look at the small white porcelain pot.
He couldn't help but laugh out loud for the second time.
The flat bottom of the milk pan was only as big as the palm of his hand.
An adult's fist cannot even fit into the small mouth of the pot.
"Grandpa Xu!"
When Bo Yiming saw his savior, his whole body started shaking.
But he was wrapped in a white blanket, like a cocoon twisting wildly.
"Call my big daddy, my little daddy is going crazy!"
Uncle Xu was about to step back when he saw Mr. Wen slowly glancing at him.
These eyes were particularly gloomy and dark, naturally carrying a cold and noble air. In the past, they were always lazy due to illness, and there were few moments when they were so focused and sharp.
Uncle Xu did not dare to make any move, and could only advise earnestly: "Young Master, what's the point of participating in the talent show? You should study hard. The teacher loves you so much, he doesn't really want to hit you, just give in."
He winked and hinted that the young master should say something nice.
Bo Yiming received the "suggestions" but chose not to listen.
"I don't! This is my ideal!"
Wen Cishu held the pot tightly and reminded the bodyguard: "It's ready."
The bodyguard's back was covered in cold sweat, and he had to hold down the young master's legs and feet through the blanket.
Although Bo Yiming struggled, he did not kick his little father.
One summer when he was a child, he accidentally slapped his little father on the arm.
A red slap mark immediately appeared on the little father's skin, and the red mark of his little finger was clearly visible.
Although no adult blamed him at the time, it still left a deep shock on his young mind. From then on, he was instinctively careful not to hurt his little father.
Before Wen Cishu swung up the small pot, he took a deep breath, steadied himself, and then hit Bo Yiming's little butt.
“Ahhhhh——”
Bo Yiming was already shouting at the top of his lungs before he was beaten.
My butt was really touching the small pot. It didn't hurt, but it was very embarrassing.
As the young master of the Bo family, how could he endure such a great humiliation, even if it came from his stepfather? So he twisted his body even more violently.
The living room was in chaos.
Now no one could believe that Mr. Wen had gone against his usual behavior today and was willing to hit his beloved little son.
At this time, someone whispered, "Sir, the young master is back."
The eldest young master is what the Bo family calls the head of the family, Bo Tingyuan.
A tall, long-legged man strode into the living room with a cold and imposing manner.
It was Bo Yiming’s great father, Bo Tingyuan.
As a mixed-race, Bo Tingyuan's facial features are more profound than his son Bo Yiming. He has strong facial lines and an unusually tall and straight stature.
What’s special is that he has a pair of dark green eyes.
A pair of frameless glasses rests on the high bridge of his nose. The deep green vision reflected by the transparent lenses always gives people a feeling of being extremely cold, sharp and mysterious that is difficult to see through.
At this moment, what caught Bo Tingyuan's green eyes was Mr. Wen Cishu, who was always in poor health, swinging a small pot and hitting his son's little butt.
Wen Cishu's black hair fell like a waterfall, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, and his hands were shaking as he lifted the pot.
Bo Yiming raised his head and looked at his extremely tall father in the backlight, shouting for help as if he had seen a savior.
"Big Daddy! Hurry, my little daddy has gone crazy and hit me! He must have another son outside, wuwuwuwuwu...ah!"
I got hit again.
When Bo Tingyuan heard this, his thick eyebrows frowned in displeasure.
He walked over quickly to support Wen Cishu, and his tone was unusually gentle, which was very different from his aggressive appearance and cold temperament: "Why are you so aggressive?"
Bo Yiming thought he was saved and tried to jump up quickly.
The bodyguard naturally had to let go.
Bo Tingyuan said coldly: "Press it well, young master."
Those four words were like a huge block of ice that fell coldly into the lake, and the bodyguard subconsciously continued to hold down the weapon.
“Ouch—”
Bo Yiming wailed miserably.
Bo Tingyuan helped Wen Cishu sit on the sofa, raised his hand to take a glass of warm water, and fed it to his dry but soft lips: "Drink some water."
Wen Cishu's emotions fluctuated too violently, and his eyes went dark. He couldn't see Bo Tingyuan's face at all. He only felt a strong and cold breath rushing over him, enveloping him in an instant.
He did not refuse and drank half a glass of water from Bo Tingyuan's white and slender hand.
The eyes behind Bo Tingyuan's glasses watched his subtle movements as he sipped the warm water.
The thin lips were gradually moistened by the water, revealing a soft and pink color.
Wen Cishu turned his face away after drinking, and a few strands of long black hair fell from his ears.
Bo Tingyuan handed the cup of water to his aunt, raised his hand to lift the black hair from his temples and put it behind his ears, and pulled a round pillow to place behind his waist.
After doing such a gentle gesture, he turned to look at his son and condescendingly began to take off his suit, revealing a black shirt.
Bo Yiming raised his head with great effort, looking at his father who was like a high wall with a puzzled expression.
He still asked loudly and unscrupulously: "Big Dad, what are you doing? Hurry up and tell them to let me go!"
Wen Cishu also raised his head slightly and looked at the man's tall back with a frown.
Then, Bo Tingyuan threw away his suit and bent down to approach his son.
The tall man looked like a ferocious beast to the others, leaning over the weak cub.
"Yiming, what did you just say?"
With just one sentence, everyone except Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming felt a strong sense of danger, and all eyes were on the father and son.
"ah?"
Bo Yiming has been loved since childhood. He is smart but simple-minded.
He showed an innocent and silly expression to the big father with a naturally cold face, and did not sense the subtle danger in the words at all.
Uncle Xu's eyelids jumped violently when he thought of the young master's outspoken words.
[The little dad must have another son outside.] 】
He was about to raise his eyes to see the eldest young master's reaction, but he saw him tear off the white handkerchief on the handle of the frying pan, hold it tightly, and raise it high and swing it -
“Aa ...
The sharp sound pierced his ears, causing Wen Cishu, who was already suffering from tinnitus, to frown and lean back on the sofa.
"Second Young Master?!" Aunt Zhong hurried forward to support him.
"No, I'm fine..." Wen Cishu relaxed, his pale face did not look good.
Bo Tingyuan threw away the small pot and immediately said to Uncle Xu, "Call for a doctor."
After saying that, he turned around, bent down, and picked up the Wen Ci book with one hand.
Wen Cishu was held in his arms, and her face unconsciously leaned towards his.
Bo Tingyuan is 1.9 meters tall, with long and strong arms, but Wen Cishu has a slender body but is as thin as a bamboo.
After passing one hand under Wen Cishu's knees, he was able to protect his side, while his other large hand was on his shoulder.
Wen Cishu's long black hair fell down like silk draped over Bo Tingyuan's strong arms, blending into his jet-black shirt.
Bo Tingyuan carried the person and walked up the stairs.
He walked so steadily that Wen Cishu didn't feel any vibration at all, and his heart, which had been beating so hard, miraculously calmed down.
Everyone in the living room lowered their eyes.
Every time the eldest young master of the family and Mr. Wen appear together, they are always so intimate.
They should have been used to it long ago, but this scene had such a strong visual impact that everyone still consciously "looked at the nose with their eyes and looked at the heart with their noses."
On the sofa, Bo Yiming was crying with tears streaming down his face and his brows were furrowed.
He was born with a gold ingot in his mouth. Who would dare to touch him?
Today I suffered the greatest sin of my life - a bruise on my butt.
Uncle Xu and the aunts rushed over, untied the blanket and tried to comfort him.
"Don't cry, little master. The elder master asked me to call a doctor. Everything will be fine."
Standing at the corner of the stairs, Bo Tingyuan said solemnly, "I'm asking the doctor to treat you."
Even a steady man like Uncle Xu unconsciously uttered, "Ah?"
Immediately afterwards, Bo Yiming burst into tears, gasping for breath: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——"
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