2: Chapter 2 In this life, you still want me to believe your lies? Dream on!

[The moment you guys go see the Fake Young Master, this deity will leave this family.]

[The mountains are high and the roads are long; we shall never meet again.]

Chen Fan: ? ? ?

No, Big Bro!

Aren't you undermining me a bit too much?!

I just finished saying "Waiting for you guys to come back at home"!

And you turn around and drop the line "We shall never meet again"?

If someone hears this, wouldn't I turn into that kind of two-faced, hypocritical villain?!

— — Good thing nobody can hear it.

Chen Fan let out a secret sigh of relief.

As for leaving?

Leaving is impossible.

It's impossible to leave in this lifetime.

It was so hard to return to a wealthy family, changing from a poor delivery boy into a top-tier rich second-generation heir, and I haven't even had the chance to experience a life of luxury and dissipation yet?

And you're telling me to pack my bags and run away?

Am I out of my mind! ! !

On the other side.

The gratified smiles that had just surfaced on Wang Xiaoyun and her husband froze directly on their faces.

The couple exchanged glances, both seeing identical shock in each other's eyes.

This damned kid.

Is he really that good at acting?!

The last second he was saying so obediently and sensibly, "Mom and Dad, be careful on the road, I'll wait for you guys to come back."

The next second in his mind it was "Get lost quickly" and "Never meet again"?

This contrast was so huge that Wang Xiaoyun almost failed to catch her breath.

If they couldn't hear their son's inner voice, the couple really would have been fooled by that honest and dependable face.

If they stepped on the gas to go to the hospital with their front feet, the house would probably be empty by the time their back feet left.

Thinking of this, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Wang Xiaoyun's back.

The biological son they had managed to find back with such difficulty.

If he was lost again over such a trivial matter, she would never forgive herself for the rest of her life.

As for Jing Ci's side...

Wang Xiaoyun gritted her teeth.

It was true that the adopted son had been sickly since childhood, but with all four daughters following along to take care of him, nothing major should happen.

As for her biological son here, if she relaxed even a bit, he might just disappear.

Weighing the two options, Wang Xiaoyun instantly made up her mind.

She took a deep breath, once again took her good son's hand, her gaze as affectionate as a pool of warm water.

"Silly child, what are you talking about."

"Today is your first day back home, Mom and Dad have looked forward to this day for a full eighteen years, how could we leave you behind alone?"

"..."

Chen Jianguo also stepped forward, his broad palm falling on Chen Fan's shoulder, looking at his dear son with heartache in his eyes.

"Over at Jing Ci's side, with your four sisters looking after him, nothing will happen."

"Today, Mom and Dad aren't going anywhere, we'll just stay and accompany you."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, Nanny Liu, standing to the side, almost thought she was hearing things.

Having served the Chen family for over twenty years, she knew all too well how much this couple usually doted on Young Master Jing Ci.

There was once when Young Master Jing Ci just sneezed.

Madam invited three specialists overnight for a consultation.

Master said it was "making a fuss over nothing" with his mouth, but immediately had someone install the most advanced constant temperature and humidity System in the young master's room.

The doting was something else, treating him even more preciously than their own eyeballs.

But today?

Knowing full well that Young Master Jing Ci was in the hospital with a high fever and unconscious.

The couple actually remained indifferent and chose to stay behind to accompany this country boy who had just been brought home?

Nanny Liu frowned and glanced at Chen Fan.

This kid would probably become a serious threat to Young Master Jing Ci sooner or later!

The other servants also looked at each other in dismay, quietly putting away their initial thoughts of looking down on Chen Fan.

Chen Fan didn't notice the subtle change in the surrounding atmosphere.

He just blankly looked into Wang Xiaoyun and her husband's eyes.

Inside them was genuine care.

Not polite formalities, not perfunctory pretense, but the heartache of treating him like their own child.

His heart grew warm, and his nose felt a bit sore.

So this is what it feels like to have a mom and a dad! ( Ĭ ^ Ĭ )

He was no longer an orphan.

He had a home.

From now on, he was someone cherished by family.

He opened his mouth, just wanting to say something — —

[Heh.]

The voice pack went online on schedule.

The emotion that hadn't even fully brewed yet was instantly choked back by that cold chuckle.

Chen Fan: "? ? ?"

[Act.]

[Keep acting.]

[Let's see how long this hypocritical couple of yours can keep up the act.]

Wang Xiaoyun: "? ? ?"

Chen Jianguo: "? ? ?"

[In the previous lifetime, you guys also used such affectionate gazes to lure this deity, swearing oaths that you would compensate, take care of, and treat everyone equally.]

[This deity believed it.]

[This deity took it seriously.]

[This deity foolishly opened his heart, treating you guys as closest kin, thinking he finally had a home.]

The voice pack's voice dropped lower, no longer carrying that aloof chilliness, but instead holding a trace of extremely faint, almost imperceptible...

Desolation.

[And the result?]

[This deity carved out his true heart and handed it to you guys, and you guys turned around and slammed it onto the ground, smashing it to pieces.]

[For that Fake Young Master, you guys forced this deity to back down, forced this deity to apologize, forced this deity to yield everything to him.]

["Anyway, you've drifted outside for eighteen years, what hardships haven't you tasted? What harm is there in suffering a little more?"]

["Jing Ci is different; he has been sickly since childhood and cannot handle grievances."]

["Xiaofan, can't you be more generous?"]

The voice pack imitated a certain infuriating tone to perfection, vividly lifelike.

Then came another sneer.

[Yield?]

[In the past life, this deity yielded.]

[And the result? Giving in step by step, retreating step by step, until in the end, even a place to stand was gone.]

[In this lifetime, you still want this deity to believe your nonsense?]

[ — — In your dreams! ! !]

Chen Fan: "..."

He was completely speechless.

No, Big Bro, isn't your script written a bit too detailed?

You even made up the lines?

Things like "Can't you just yield to him a bit", things like "He has been sickly since childhood"...

Are you writing a tragic melodrama here?

My first impression of my cheap mom and dad is quite good, can you not randomly add drama for them?

In his heart, Chen Fan silently rolled his eyes at the voice pack.

Fortunately, this second-year-syndrome gadget could only be heard by himself.

If his cheap parents heard it, wouldn't they be blown up by Qi on the spot?! ￣ □ ￣ ｜ ｜

At this time.

Although Wang Xiaoyun and her husband didn't explode with Qi.

They weren't doing much better either.

The couple stood frozen in place, their expressions unspeakable.

Depressing.

Too depressing.

They really wanted to shake their good son's shoulders and loudly ask! ! !

What on earth did you go through these eighteen years?

How could your brain concoct such a dog-blood script?

Hard-core arranging us, a pair of honest biological parents, into that kind of extreme parents who abused their biological child for the sake of the adopted child?

You even arranged the lines for us.

Acting just like the real thing.

Please, this isn't some imposter plot from a slice-of-life short drama about real and Fake Young Masters.

Nor are we parents who are so biased that we lose all sense of right and wrong?!

Both sons are the flesh of our hearts, we will only treat them equally and never favor either side.

However, complaints were complaints for the couple.

But they could still somewhat understand the reason for their good son's extremity.

It was nothing more than out of jealousy or inferiority.

Jing Ci grew up at their knees, receiving the top-tier education in the country; whether it was zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, etiquette, conversation, or business acumen, he excelled in everything.

And what about Xiaofan?

All these years drifting outside delivering food, he hadn't even attended a proper school for many days, and the people he came into contact with around him were all low-quality poor people...

Alas.

This child was most likely already ruined.

In terms of excellence, in all aspects, he couldn't compare to the adopted son they carefully raised.

Xiaofan must have also realized this point...

That was why, under the haunt of an inferiority complex, he fantasized them into that kind of biased parents who dote on the fake and destroy the true.

Of course, a mother never dislikes her own child's ugliness.

No matter how mediocre and incompetent the biological son was now.

As parents, they certainly wouldn't look down on him, believing that as long as they continuously released goodwill, sooner or later they could reform their good son.

Thinking this, Wang Xiaoyun took her son's hand and walked toward the villa, her voice impossibly gentle.

"Let's go, Xiaofan."

"Mom will take you home."