I eloped with the leader Zai, who wanted to usurp the throne.

Today is destined to be an unusual day.

I had just woken up in the morning and the alarm clock on the bedside hadn't started to ring three times. When I opened my eyes, my beautiful but delicate father was sitting quietly on a chair facing my bed, holding the unchanging "Complete Suicide Manual" in his hand.

He tilted his head and smiled slightly, and the fatherly aura behind him instantly illuminated the entire room.

"Son, Daddy has something good to show you."

Keep smiling, he said, glancing at the pile of love letters on my bedside table and wanting to get up and lift the quilt.

"do not come!"

Don't blame me for being ruthless. Every time my dad says this, he's definitely trying to trick me.

That was when I was in the first grade of primary school. I was still very naive and innocent. I ran with my small schoolbag in the sunset, imagining my future life. Holding the ticket, I looked at the Ferris wheel in the amusement park with shining eyes, my eyes were full of little stars, and I was as happy as a colorful paramecium that had never seen the world.

My dad, he actually has money to buy tickets to the amusement park!!!

Obviously this wife slave is penniless!!!
This is not the end. When my father handed me the ticket, he smiled mysteriously, bent down flexibly, and slid under the bed like a shrimp. Then, like a mackerel flapping freely in the water, he dug out a brand new 10,000 yen from under the floor tiles under the bed with his flirtatious walking posture. He handed it to me with tears in his eyes, saying that it was his private money that he had saved for many years and he was passing it to me today.

With money in one hand and tickets in the other, my father told me with good intentions that tonight was my world and I must not come back before midnight.

For fear that I wouldn’t have enough to eat and have fun, my dad even handed me a mobile wallet—the kind-hearted Uncle Chuuya.

Thinking that my dad could only eat my mom's mysterious chemical that was so shocking that it made the world cry and the ghosts cry, I ate twenty crabs with tears in my eyes.

Of course, kindhearted Uncle Chuuya paid for it, he is such a nice guy...although his height is touching.

But I still went home early. After all, I couldn't bear to see my mom and dad eating the same mysterious chemicals.

With a snow crab in my arms, I was so happy that I wanted to give my mother a surprise. But when I got to the door, my proud brain was like bubbling soda. My little hands were stirring my clothes, and my cheeks were burning as I stared at the door panel thinking about the draft.

I finally made up my mind to push open the door, and after seeing the scene clearly, the deer in my heart was killed and died on the green grassland.

indoor----

The candlelight was dim, and the atmosphere was ambiguous and entangled. A young man with raven-black hair sat intimately on the legs of a woman with shiny silver hair. One arm was flexibly hooked around her neck, and one hand was placed on her white collar. Their warm breath disturbed each other's breathing. Her fair cheeks were flushed, and her iris-colored eyes were filled with the delicate and indifferent woman who was like a work of art.

The woman in the black shirt lowered her starry eyes and gently lifted her long, snow-white hair that slid down from her shoulders. The contrast between black and white was strong and beautiful. She raised the young man's chin with admiration, and her nails painted with black nail polish slid down his collarbone, causing the young man's Adam's apple to move, and he smiled helplessly.

Such a seductive action was performed by her, but she did not give rise to any romantic thoughts. Her eyes seemed to be looking at the exquisite collections displayed in the collection room, calm and indifferent. But she herself was a beautiful work of art, without a single flaw. She quietly stayed in the tender and affectionate eyes of the man, stirring up a few waves.

"You're so beautiful. I can't take my eyes off you. There's nothing I can do about it, because everything about you belongs to me." She smiled, her eyes raised with an interested look, and finally a hint of human life. "You look like you can't wait. To be honest, I also..."

She deliberately put her voice close to his ear and lowered it for the last sentence.

Her soft and lazy voice seems to have a peculiar charm. Combined with her delicate face and plump figure, she is like a witch bewitching people in the dead of night.

Finally, the young man's iris-colored lake water was completely broken, the obscure vortex became deeper and deeper, leaving only a faint smile.

Their eyes met, sparks flew, and what happened next was self-evident.

The door is closed, on the other side of the door is love, on this side is dog food.

The air fell into a strange silence——————

My heart was filled with sadness. I hugged the things in my arms tightly and turned around. I found that it was Uncle Chuuya who followed me because he was worried about me. He awkwardly retracted his hand that pushed the door. His innocent face was redder than the crabs on the table, and his earlobes seemed to be burning with flames.

The wind was cold and the two of us, 20,000-watt light bulbs, were speechless and went home together. At this moment, only the money in Uncle Chuuya's wallet was enough to warm our hearts.

If this was just a harmless joke, what follows is a real calculation.

I have to say that 80% of the experience I accumulated through hardships came from my biological father, and 20% came from my competitors far away.

Have you ever seen a father who intends to poison his son to make him mute? Although he explained that it was a joke, I didn't believe it at all. Whether it was a joke or not, it's scary enough to have such an idea.

Since then, my relationship with my father has become even more strained. Even though my mother beat him up after knowing the truth, I still have a new understanding of this father who betrayed his son, except for that time when he personally came out to help me fight against a distant competitor, which made me feel relieved.

Although it later became my dad's personal show.

On the surface, my parents' way of getting along is no different from that of other loving couples, but if you look closely, you can still vaguely glimpse something deeper buried beneath the surface.

The young man who holds the position of leader at a young age looks pure and harmless, but he is actually good at manipulating people's hearts. He has a strong possessiveness in his heart and is fragile and sensitive, worried about gains and losses, especially towards his wife. He wants to stick to her for 25 hours a day, taking up most of his attention, so naturally there is very little love left for me.

I once accidentally saw him lightly order the destruction of an organization, and the next second he was tenderly and comfortably expressing his deep love to the person on the other end of the phone. When he was deeply affectionate, he even pretended to be very scared and asked his wife to come and comfort him.

Maybe he doesn't like me because I am young, beautiful, sweet-voiced and considerate, and I have taken away the complete love that should have belonged to him. But he cares about me because I am the proof of his new life, the crystallization of him and his beloved, and the bargaining chip to tie his lover to his side completely.

According to Uncle Chuuya, they fell in love at first sight and lived together, got married a week later, nearly lost her husband a month later, proposed formally two months later, had a wedding ceremony three months later, and then I was born. But my mom doesn't look like someone who could fall in love with my dad at first sight, so it's barely reasonable to say that she fell in love with Uncle Chuuya at first sight.

In my memory, she always wore a black suit all year round to match my dad's outfit. She was forced to become a hard-working worker because of her unreliable husband. She worked diligently during the day, dealt with my dad, that little devil, at night, and also had to find time to comfort the child's fragile heart. She was completely an honest person who was forced to take responsibility because of my dad's calculations.

I was still very naive and young at that time, and I didn’t understand their love, hate, and emotions. I was just a little curious about their true love story.

But that doesn't stop me from sneering at my dad's behavior.

Back to the present, my father had a look of a good father, looking lovingly at my legs as I tried to escape, but suddenly he stopped smiling and shouted.

"Chuuya! Catch him!"

The next second, Uncle Chuuya broke in through the window and grabbed my arms and legs, and love letters were scattered all over the floor. Poor me, a young and beautiful girl, let two old men break into my boudoir. Don’t I have any face?
The young man who cheated his son was very kind and amiable. He took out a small handkerchief to wipe his crocodile tears and said, "Son, Daddy remembers that today is your thirteenth birthday. Don't worry, you will never forget it."

As he said that, he took out a pair of scissors that gleamed with cold light, sharpened the blades and pointed them at my head. It's over! He wants to delete his account and start over. His main account is useless, so he wants a small one!
I struggled desperately, tearfully begging for help from the only kindhearted person present: "Uncle Chuuya, please save me. After all, you watched me grow up!"

Uncle Chuuya turned his head strangely, looking around randomly: "I'm sorry, this is the order from the leader, don't worry, it will be quick."

Will my handsome head be chopped off soon? ! !
My dad is the taijutsu rookie who would hug my mom and cry like a spoiled brat after taking two steps!!!
In despair, I closed my eyes and prayed that my mother would find out and kick my dad out of the wealthy family. Then, a cold light flashed and my head felt cold, and I felt hopeless.

After all these years of father-son love, it was a waste. Fortunately, I buried explosives in the soles of my father's shoes, brushed phosphorus powder on his suit, added mustard to his toothpaste, put laxatives in crabs, and wrote a small report and stuffed it into my mother's pocket, explaining the hiding place of my father's private money...

I'm not dead...

I opened my eyes tremblingly, and saw my father holding a handful of hair and walking towards my mother who pushed the door open. Why did that handful of hair look so familiar... Isn't that my original ahoge?
Putting Dai Mao into the storage box, my mother had a look of pity in her eyes, and the identical heart-shaped Dai Mao on her head shook: "It's okay, dear, you still have another body! Your cute little bandage!"

She looked at Daifu in the storage box lovingly... What are you looking at that, your son is here!

"Ahem! Mom didn't mean it!" She looked apologetic, staring at the love letters all over the floor and muttering softly, but her tone was righteous, worthy of being a woman at the top of the food chain in the company and at home. "There's nothing I can do about it. Reborn and uncle are not here. How would I know my dad's genes are so strong? I have no choice but to..."

"It will grow out soon anyway..."

I feel a little wronged... It's even more wronged than a few days ago when I was inexplicably turned into a little kitten and locked in a cage to fight with a little hamster rookie. Besides, I'm all alone. No wonder that dead coffee gave me a gloating look yesterday. I've been cutting my ahoge hair in turn, and this year it's my turn...

"It's not your fault, ma'am. It's all for our dear son..." The shameless man held her hand with affection in his eyes, "I have always believed in you, ma'am. Now that the incident has been resolved, let's go to Italy for our honeymoon after celebrating your birthday."

"Azhi..." My mother was touched by the cheap trick, "Actually, I also prepared a gift for you. Don't you like crabs very much?"

"Madam, actually, we can eat crabs at night..."

"Here, here you go."

My dad was holding a box of crab-eating tools in a daze, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was choked with sobs, "Yes, I like it very much, although I can handle it all with my flexible hands without these..."

"Really? Man, you have so many more surprises that I don't know about."

"Everything I have naturally belongs to Madam. Why not give it a try tonight?"

Our vision was greatly impacted. Uncle Chuuya and I watched them stare at each other. Their endless love merged into a great river, and the floodgates were opened. It was out of control. A huge heart appeared in the room of the teenage single son, and by the way, the old Chinese next door... huh? The old Chinese next door who had no teammates jumped out of the window and ran away!
Perhaps, the previous inference was completely wrong, and these two... have actually been condoning each other's actions?
The dog food machine had not been moving for a few minutes when a tearful scream pierced the sky. On the lawn downstairs, my mother was swinging the broom at the door with great vigor, while my father was running around the yard with his clothes in disarray, holding his head in his hands, and making a tearful excuse.

"Ma'am, listen to me, it was that little bastard who framed me. I don't have any private money at all!"

"Then why are you running away? You are guilty as a thief! And you are accusing the child falsely. Come back and kneel on the keyboard!"

Standing on the top floor, I stared expressionlessly at the black curly-haired young man who was fluttering around in the yard like a hen. I smiled coldly, feeling the pleasure of revenge. Suddenly, I slipped and fell to the ground... What was this?
There is a box hidden under the bed. It seems that the Yokohama locksmith put it in this morning. Could it be a time bomb?

This does scare me a bit.

I thought after I lifted the lid.

Of course I like what my mother bought for me, but I couldn't imagine that my father actually spent a huge amount of money to buy a motorcycle. I just mentioned it casually a few days ago and thought he didn't care.

The motorcycle key in my hand shows that it is worth a lot of money. Considering my father's financial resources... could it be that he used all his private money to buy me a motorcycle?

An inexplicable feeling came over me, and I clenched the key in my hand. The unbreakable bond of blood naturally connected us to each other. Perhaps this man's awkward love was softer than cotton candy, incomprehensible and elusive. Sometimes he was like a naive and shy child, guarding his treasure tightly, unable to express his love.

Thinking of the tragic incident in the past where my old father, despite his old waist, pretended to be Santa Claus but ended up stepping on the banana peel I was eating and slipped and fell with his facial features distorted, my heart warmed up. I lay on the windowsill and looked at my old father with tears in my eyes. His thin back supported my childhood (shadow). I turned my head and said to my mother affectionately.

"Mom! My dad's private money is hidden under your bed, under the third floor tile from the left, and in the lamppost of the bedroom chandelier. Under the mirror in my bathroom, there is also a secret compartment on the door number plate that contains the wedding anniversary gift he is about to give you!"

It is a cause for celebration that the father is kind and the son is filial!
(End of this chapter)