11: Chapter 11 Chen Fan isn't a chuunibyou? He's really a reborn immortal?!

On Chen Fan's side, he was holding back his laughter until his face was flushed red.

Meanwhile, Chen Jianguo, sitting opposite him, had a face as dark as the bottom of a pot by now.

This brat was at it again.

Wasn't slandering Nanny Liu for stealing underwear not enough?

Now even putting underwear on her head? Dancing square dances had even come up?

Subconsciously following this description, he imagined it.

In his mind, the image of Nanny Liu with underwear on her head, twisting and turning, surfaced—

the most dazzling ethnic style.

The vast horizon ~ is my love ~~~

Blech—

Then he shivered all over, his stomach churning violently, almost making him vomit the lion's head meatballs he had just eaten.

So disgusting! o(≧ mouth≦)o!

Stop thinking about it! Stop thinking about it! Stop thinking about it!

He vigorously shook his head, using immense willpower to throw that image out of his mind.

Then, to distract himself, he subconsciously turned his head to look at his wife beside him!

Only to discover in astonishment...

Wang Xiaoyun's expression had turned extremely ugly at some point.

It wasn't the depression of being choked by her son's inner voice.

Instead, it was an expression of belated realization, as if she had suddenly remembered something terrifying.

Her brows were tightly locked, her lips pressed into a thin line, and her fingers unconsciously clutched the napkin tightly.

"What's wrong Σ(⊙▽⊙'a, my wife?"

Chen Jianguo was stunned and asked with concern.

Wang Xiaoyun didn't answer.

She fell silent for two and a half seconds, then suddenly slammed her chopsticks onto the table with a *pa* sound and stood up.

She forced a smile at Chen Fan and said:

"Xiaofan, eat slowly. Mom has something to do and will be right back."

Without waiting for Chen Fan to react, she turned around and walked upstairs.

Her steps were extremely fast, her high heels stepping on the marble stairs and making rapid clattering sounds.

Chen Fan looked up blankly and asked:

"What's wrong with Mom? Is she okay?"

Chen Jianguo was also completely baffled.

But he still stood up along with her and said with a chuckle:

"It's fine, it's fine. You eat yours, Dad will go take a look."

He quickly chased after her.

After turning the corner of the stairs and confirming it was a distance where their son couldn't hear, Chen Jianguo lowered his voice and called out:

"Wife, what is this about?"

"You couldn't possibly believe that brat's crazy talk, right? That's persecutory delusion! You know the son is sick!"

Wang Xiaoyun abruptly stopped her steps and turned around to stare at him.

Her gaze made Chen Jianguo's heart skip a beat.

There was no anger or impulse in that gaze, but rather a belated suspicion and urgency.

"I just suddenly remembered something, something we both overlooked."

"What is it?"

"How did Xiaofan... know what color underwear you wore last night?"

As soon as these words came out,

Chen Jianguo's pupils instantly dilated, and his back turned cold.

Wang Xiaoyun stared into his eyes and repeated word by word:

"Navy blue. With gray stripes."

"There's also a hole torn on the left side of the back."

"Old Chen, you only threw this underwear away last night, and I didn't even notice what it looked like."

"How did Xiaofan know? And know it in such detail?"

Chen Jianguo broke out in cold sweat.

He obviously also realized the severity of the matter.

He opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to defend something.

Such as "he guessed blindly", "he happened to guess it right", and the like.

But when the words reached his lips, not a single word could come out.

Because it couldn't be explained.

Even if the son was sick, even if he loved to let his imagination run wild,

it was impossible for him to guess the color and pattern of the underwear at the same time, let alone know there was a hole in the back of the underwear?!

"Also, Xiaofan mentioned Nanny Liu's full name earlier, Liu Cuihua."

"I thought he made it up blindly at the time!"

"But when I thought about it carefully just now, Nanny Liu's real name really is Liu Cuihua!"

"When she came to apply for the job twenty years ago, this was the name she filled in."

"Later, she felt it was too tacky, so she had the whole family call her Nanny Liu."

"None of the children know about this, and even I almost forgot it. How did Xiaofan know? He's only been through the door for a day!"

Chen Jianguo stood in place, feeling as if a basin of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe.

Right! Thinking about it carefully was terrifying!

How come he only remembered these details now?

Actually, it was mainly because the things Chen Fan muttered in his heart earlier were simply too outrageous.

Stealing underwear, licking hard, putting it on the head to dance square dances...

The first reaction of any normal person upon hearing that would be "what kind of crazy talk is this"?!

Precisely because it was too crazy, the couple subconsciously classified it as "one of the symptoms of persecutory delusion" and didn't think about it deeply at all.

Now, pointed out by the belatedly realizing Wang Xiaoyun,

those inner voices that the two of them had regarded as "delusions" just now started replaying in their minds like a lantern!

"Nanny Liu is the Fake Young Master's confidante", "In my past life, she framed this deity again and again", "Nanny Liu covets the position of the matriarch of the Chen family", "Nanny Liu stole the foolish dad's underwear, stealing over a hundred pairs", etc...

If the navy blue underwear was real, and Liu Cuihua was also real,

then what about those other things?

An extremely absurd thought popped up in the couple's hearts at the same time.

Could it be... Xiaofan doesn't have any persecutory delusion?

Could he really be a Rebirth Immortal Venerable???

That's why he knows so many secrets?

This guess was too terrifying, so much so that neither of the couple dared to speak it out first.

In the corridor, it was so quiet that only the faint buzzing of the wall lamp's current remained.

Chen Jianguo only felt that the chill on his back had spread to his scalp.

He subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

If the son was truly a Rebirth Immortal Venerable,

then those things he muttered in his heart before—

"In the past life, you forced this deity to back down", "You drove this deity to the basement for the Fake Young Master", "When this deity died, did you ever shed a single tear", etc...

were all these also true?

In their past life, did they really abuse their biological son for the sake of the adopted son?

Chen Jianguo didn't dare to think any further.

Wang Xiaoyun obviously didn't dare either.

Her complexion was as white as paper, and her fingers were trembling slightly.

However, her gaze calmed down a step earlier than Chen Jianguo's. She took a deep breath, her voice lowered to the extreme:

"It's very simple to prove whether those words are true or not."

"Go to Nanny Liu's room right now."

Wang Xiaoyun dropped these words and turned around to continue walking upstairs.

This time, her steps were even faster than before, almost rushing toward the direction of the servant's room.

Chen Jianguo took a deep breath and gritted his teeth to follow.

The two of them crossed the second-floor corridor and turned into the servant area in the west wing.

Nanny Liu's room was the innermost one.

At this moment,

a small "Do Not Disturb" sign was still hanging on the door.

Wang Xiaoyun stopped in front of that door and glanced back at Chen Jianguo.

The couple's gazes intersected in the air, and both saw the apprehension in each other's eyes.

What if... it was true?

If the son did not have a persecutory delusion, what about his claim of being "abused in the past life"?

If the son was truly a Rebirth Immortal Venerable, how should this pair of parents, who had already been sentenced to death in his heart, face him next?

Wang Xiaoyun took a deep breath and temporarily suppressed all kinds of thoughts.

Then she grasped the door handle and violently pushed it open.

The next second,

an eye-burning scene directly crashed into the couple's retinas!

Under the dim lighting,

a short, plump old woman with graying hair, stark naked all over, and wearing only underwear, was dancing gracefully.

On her head, she wore a navy blue underwear with a hole.

Her two eyeballs happened to poke out from the hole, revealing a hazy and intoxicated look.

Hanging around her neck were three pairs, one on each of her wrists, and two wrapped around her ankles.

All over her body, visually estimated, there were at least seventeen or eighteen pairs of men's underwear of different colors and styles hanging.

Fluttering in the wind as her dance steps moved.

And on the small table in front of her, her phone was playing the most dazzling ethnic style, and the screen showed Chen Jianguo's high-definition business photo.

In the photo, Chen Jianguo was dressed in a suit and tie, smiling, with the demeanor of a successful person.

Facing that photo, Nanny Liu was twisting her sagging old waist, her eyes hazy, her face intoxicated and flushed with shyness.

From time to time, she cast a few flirtatious glances at Chen Jianguo in the screen. ლ(′◉❥◉｀ლ)

Pinching her voice, she coquettishly shouted:

"Brother Jianguo (✿◡‿◡)~~~ Look at how well I'm dancing~~~"

"After you divorce that yellow-faced woman~~ I'll dance for you every day, okay~~~"

"Brother Jianguo~~~ Look at me~~~"

"How am I dancing~~~ Mmhmm~~~"

The voice was sweet and tender, with a lingering turn at the end, completely unlike the noise a woman in her sixties could make.

Chen Jianguo's brain completely crashed at this moment.

He recognized them.

The underwear on Nanny Liu's body were all his.

That pair of red boxer briefs was bought for him by Wang Xiaoyun last month.

That pair with pink stripes was from the gift box issued by the company on his birthday last year.

And that dark blue one, that solid black thong, etc...

They were all ones he had worn.

Especially that navy blue pair of briefs Nanny Liu had on her head.

He clearly remembered wearing it last night and throwing it unwashed into the trash can...

The location of the hole was identical.

So, everything his dear son said was true?

Nanny Liu really stole his underwear.

Stole over a hundred pairs.

Really wore them on her body every day, smelling them to fall asleep every night???

F*ck.

This old woman who had worked in his family for twenty years and whom he originally thought was honest and dutiful,

actually lusted after his body?

Thinking all day about climbing into his bed and replacing Wang Xiaoyun to become the mistress of the Chen family???

Chen Jianguo only felt his vision darken, and a wave of intense nausea surged in his stomach.

He subconsciously took a step back, reached out to support the door frame, and felt that his worldview of more than forty years shattered into pieces at this moment.

He shook his head hard, desperately trying to fling the scene just now out of his mind.

But he couldn't shake it off. o(╥﹏╥)o

That image had been engraved onto his retinas, and it probably wouldn't wash away for the rest of his life.

I'm so depressed, I could cry~~~

On the other side,

Wang Xiaoyun's reaction was no better.

If she was only reasonably "suspicious" in the dining room just now,

then at this moment, seeing with her own eyes this old servant who had served her family for twenty years, hanging her own husband's underwear all over her body, posing flirtatiously and twisting her waist and hips at her husband's photo,

and coquettishly shouting "Brother Jianguo"~~

her reason simply exploded!

Blown away completely, not even leaving scum behind!!!

What master-servant affection, what twenty years of living day and night together, what kindness of Nanny Liu raising the children?

In this single instant, all of it turned into fury.

This bitch! This shameless old vixen!

How dare she right under her nose! Covet her man!

And stole over a hundred pairs of underwear!

And even dare to wear them on her body to dance the most dazzling ethnic style?!

"Old bitch!!! How dare you covet my husband?!"

"And how dare you steal and wear my husband's underwear! Get over here and die, old lady!"

Wang Xiaoyun let out a scream.

Her whole body, like a furious lioness, lunged fiercely toward Nanny Liu—