After I died, the scumbag went crazy

"Mom, that auntie is of the same kind." Xing Ang looked towards Aunt Fu's position and spoke in a low voice.

My body stiffened for a moment, and I squatted in front of Xingang and asked nervously. "Same kind? What do you mean?"

Rourou spoke softly. "Mom, Aunt Xiaoyi and mom have the same aura."

The aura that Rourou was talking about, is it genes?

Same genes.

"That auntie, too." Xing Ang looked at Aunt Fu.

At that moment, I felt my scalp tingling.

Aunt Fu and I also have the same genes?
What does it mean……

Combined with what Zhao Xingrou heard from the kidnapper.

Three generations of experimental subjects.

Is Li Nan the second generation?
Li Nan is the leader of the Gene Tissue Laboratory, and so is Aunt Fu...

How could the genetic organization trust them so much? Because they were once experimental subjects?
Are they all cloned from the same gene sequence?
I laughed at myself, this idea is really scary...

"Do you like it?" In the luxury store, Aunt Fu asked Xiaoyi if he liked those bags.

Xiaoyi looked at the bags indifferently without saying anything.

“Pack all of these up,” Aunt Fu said calmly, completely according to her own preferences.

The look in her eyes when she looked at Xiaoyi was so joyful and full of admiration.

I am a little scared of admiring it...

The look in her eyes was naked with desire.

She looked as if she were admiring a new dress.

It was obvious that she had some intentions on Xiaoyi.

"This one suits you, you will definitely like it." Aunt Fu chose clothes for Fu Mingyu.

Fu Mingyu frowned, his face looked very unpleasant. "I don't like it."

Aunt Fu stopped smiling. "Mingyu, your clothes have always been matched by your mother since you were a child. How can you say you don't like them?"

Fu Mingyu clenched his hands, and I saw the veins bulging on the back of his hands.

"It suits you very well." Aunt Fu compared the tie. "This is the one you like too..."

Aunt Fu seemed to be talking to herself.

I pulled Xing'ang and Rourou into a corner and observed this strange family.

Not only did I feel scared, I'm afraid the salesgirl also felt scared and had to put on a forced smile.

This family is very good-looking, but the atmosphere is a bit weird.

Aunt Fu buys things for Xiaoyi entirely according to her own preferences.

"Come, see if this necklace looks good on my daughter-in-law." Aunt Fu chose the most expensive necklace, which was a piece of jewelry that only VIPs could touch.

That set of jewellery is worth several million.

She is very generous.

"You are so generous to your daughter-in-law." The salesgirl was instantly excited and smiled happily.

"Of course, my daughter-in-law and my son will get the marriage certificate tomorrow." Aunt Fu was happy to herself.

But Fu Mingyu and Xiaoyi were so cold, as if they were not familiar with each other at all.

The salesgirl looked at the two of them awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

Is this an arranged marriage by the mother-in-law?
I was also a little surprised. They are going to get the marriage certificate tomorrow?
Without the stumbling block of Bai Yuan, Fu Mingyu will indeed get married quickly.

Bai Yuan was so calculating in the beginning and wanted to marry into the Fu family. Thinking about it now, it’s really ridiculous.

Aunt Fu just treated her like trash from beginning to end.

Like a cat watching a mouse...

Back then on the cruise ship, Aunt Fu killed Bai Yuan without hesitation. Perhaps... she felt that a woman of Bai Yuan's level had defiled her son.

Sure enough, what a terrible desire for control and possessiveness.

"You buy it yourself. Xiaoyi and I will go back first." Fu Mingyu was probably too lazy to pretend, so he took Xiaoyi's wrist and left.

Aunt Fu's smile faded, as if she didn't care at all, and continued to ask the salesgirl to pack up everything she liked. "Send it to the same address as last time."

After choosing for about ten minutes, Aunt Fu walked out of the store.

I secretly followed him out with Xing'ang and Rourou.

"Mommy, don't follow too closely, there are bodyguards behind her." Xing Ang pulled me and reminded me in a low voice.

Only then did I realize that there was a bodyguard following Aunt Fu three meters away.

Fortunately, we didn't follow too closely. "Mom, take a taxi, don't drive your own car." Xingang reminded again.

I gave Xingang a thumbs up and got into a taxi with the two little ones.

"Uncle, drive forward and go to the front of that Maybach." Xing Ang took the initiative to speak.

The driver was amused. "The little guy even knows about Maybach."

Xing Ang smiled. "Uncle, I know a lot."

I stared at Xing Ang in a daze. This kid... is indeed a histrionic personality.

Rourou has been playing with the Rubik's Cube, looking up from time to time.

I discovered that Xingang is the performative type, while Rourou is the silent type.

"Uncle, slow down at the intersection ahead and let the Maybach overtake us." Xing Ang whispered.

When following a car, you can't follow too closely, and you can't follow behind from the beginning.

Be in front.

First, you should be in the driver's sight, then slow down and follow behind at the intersection.

Especially taxis.

This way, people in the other car won't notice it easily.

"Okay." The driver just thought it was fun and listened to Xing Ang's instructions.

"Who are you in that Maybach, kid?" the driver asked.

"It's my grandma. I want to give her a surprise secretly. Uncle, make sure they don't find out."

Xingang was born to lie, as simple as breathing...

I took a deep breath and looked at Xing Ang, with an indescribable feeling.

The car followed Aunt Fu all the way.

She seemed happy, momentarily ignoring the possibility that she was being followed.

The car stopped at a high-end sanatorium in Phoenix Mountain.

We parked the car not far away, and I hid in the bushes with Xingang and Rourou.

Aunt Fu got out of the car and took out a mirror to touch up her lipstick before entering the nursing home.

"Mom, do you want to go in?" Xing Ang looked at me.

I nodded.

But the management of this kind of sanatorium is strict.

"Mom will go in later. My sister and I will be waiting at the door. We won't run around. We will be right there with the guard."

I nodded.

Xing Ang rubbed Rourou's head.

Rourou seemed to understand what her brother meant immediately and stood up and ran towards the guard. "Uncle, uncle, my brother and mom are lost. My mom has a stomachache. Can you let my mom go to the bathroom?"

The security guard was a little hesitant, but Xiao Rourou was really cute. "Where is your mother?"

I walked out holding Xingang's hand, holding my stomach with a look of stomachache on my face.

"I'll report it and you guys register it." The uncle still did things according to the rules.

But it was exposed as soon as it was reported.

"Uncle, my mother won't run around. Let's just wait here. Let my mother go in and she will come out soon." Rourou pulled the uncle's clothes coquettishly.

"Uncle, can you play the Rubik's Cube?" Rourou asked again.

The uncle lost himself in the constant calls of "uncle" and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, go in quickly, and leave the child with me first."

I nodded and went in, holding my stomach.

……

Following Aunt Fu's trail, I saw her in the garden at the back of the nursing home.

She pushes a wheelchair, smiling and enjoying the good times...

"Zheng Ming, your illness will be cured soon."

The middle-aged man in the wheelchair, with gray hair on his temples, smiled and shook his head. "Don't force it. Life... the end of life is not the end."

I was hiding not far away, and when Aunt Fu turned around in her wheelchair, I was stunned.

That middle-aged man with gray hair...looks exactly like Fu Mingyu.

They are just old, and it's clear that they were carved from the same mold.

If they were just father and son, they wouldn't be so similar. (End of this chapter)