Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

Qi Yu's expression changed slightly: "Xiao Zhuo, what are you talking about?"

"Still playing dumb, Qi Yu?" Chu Zhuo crossed her arms. "Your verbal traps are extremely low-level. The reason you managed to fool them is because they didn't hold it against you. Aren't you extremely proud of getting things that didn't belong to you these past few years?"

"But it's okay, I'll make you vomit it all up soon."

Qi Yu was shaken, using disbelief to mask his inner turmoil: "Xiao Zhuo, you weren't like this before. You've changed so much I hardly recognize you anymore."

"You didn't recognize me before, so what right do you have to say I've changed now?" Not missing his flustered expression, Chu Zhuo said with amusement, "Qi Yu, I have changed. Heaven is watching what people do. You don't believe in retribution, but I will make you suffer the consequences."

Then, the boy spoke in a long, drawn-out voice, slowly and firmly: "I say, those who betray sincerity should swallow ten thousand needles."

Qi Yu felt a chill run down his spine when Chu Zhuo looked at him. He opened his mouth to argue, but his throat felt blocked. He swallowed instinctively, and it hurt so much. It hurt as soon as he moved, as if there were needles inside his throat.

"Hiss." Qi Yu touched his neck in surprise. "I..."

Huh, it doesn't hurt anymore?

Qi Yu moved his throat repeatedly to make sure there was no strange pain, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, realizing it was a false alarm.

"This isn't fair to me. Those contracts were all voluntary for them. I didn't force them." Qi Yu attributed his sore throat to his imagination, probably because he was frightened by Chu Zhuo's serious tone. He took the initiative to show weakness and said, "Chu Zhuo, I haven't done anything to wrong you. You can't treat me like this."

"Ha, Qi Yu, you won't admit it until you see the coffin. Instead of wasting your time here, you should go back to your company and stay there a little longer. After all, it won't be yours soon." Chu Zhuo exposed his carefully maintained facade one sentence at a time, enjoying his self-deception. "You think you've done nothing wrong to me, so why did you come to me? I just took what you got by taking advantage of me, things that shouldn't have belonged to you."

The light in Qi Yu's eyes dimmed: "Fine, if this is what you want..."

They've made it so obvious, yet they still shamelessly pretend to be innocent.

After seeing it too many times, Chu Zhuo had the servant close the door. He saw Qi Yu's foot about to stick in to block the door gap, and he warned coldly, "If he dares to stick his leg in, I'll break it. The Shen family has plenty of money to treat his leg."

Qi Yu's eager legs immediately retracted.

Looking at the tightly closed door in front of him, a shadow of gloom flashed in Qi Yu's eyes.

Chu Zhuo turned around and found Shen's mother behind him.

"Xiao Zhuo," Mrs. Shen, who had been standing behind for an unknown amount of time, looked at Chu Zhuo hesitantly, without approaching, "Are you my Xiao Zhuo?"

Chu Zhuo paused for a moment, her eyes crinkling slightly, and said in a relaxed tone, "Mom, my brother told me about you. He said our mom is very gentle and cooks very well."

Chu Zhuo wasn't unaware of the occasional hesitation or unspoken words that Shen's mother showed him.

At that moment, he seemed to understand.

What mother wouldn't remember her own child?

Shen's mother must have known about her younger brother's existence, but the hope was too slim, and she was unclear about the factors that led to the change between the "two brothers." She was afraid that if she rashly revealed it, it would only make things worse, so she always held back.

As a result, Chu Zhuo would sometimes "accidentally" reveal some flaws in their interactions.

Let Shen's mother see it.

The sudden utterance of the word "brother" instantly brought tears to Shen's mother's eyes: "Is it Xiaoyu?"

"It's me, Mom." Chu Zhuo bent down obediently and was hugged tightly by Shen's mother. "I also want to eat what Mom makes. Mom, make it for me."

"I'll make it for Xiaoyu, I'll make it for Xiaoyu." Mother Shen burst into tears.

When Mr. Shen returned home, he was surprised to find that Mrs. Shen was cooking. He went into the kitchen to observe and asked, "What day is it today?"

Seeing his wife turn around with red eyes, Mr. Shen asked worriedly, "Why are you crying? What happened? Are you feeling unwell?"

Mrs. Shen shook her head: "I'm fine."

"Yuanzong, do you still remember Xiaoyu?" Mother Shen choked up as she spoke. "I know this sounds absurd, but Xiaoyu hasn't left. He's inside Xiaozhuo's body. He even called me 'Mom' today."

Mr. Shen's first reaction upon hearing this was guilt. People can't be brought back to life, and all these years he hadn't even realized that his wife hadn't gotten over the fact that Xiaoyu was gone.

Xiao Zhuo and Xiao Yu are fraternal twins. Xiao Yu is lively and Xiao Zhuo is quiet and gentle, but the two brothers are very close and always want to have everything together.

When he was two years old, a high fever took away his younger brother, who was weaker. After the older brother woke up from the fever, he lost his memory and forgot that he had a younger brother.

Mrs. Shen had already accepted her younger brother's departure, until one day, when her older brother was six years old, Mrs. Shen heard him talking to himself: "Brother, are you sick? Xiaoyu is sad for you. Xiaoyu doesn't want brother to hurt her."

At the time, Mrs. Shen did not dare to disturb him. A few days later, she tentatively asked Xiao Zhuo if he knew Xiao Yu.

The older brother asked疑惑地问道, "Mom, who is Xiaoyu?"

That night, the older brother developed a high fever and was in critical condition. When he woke up, he had forgotten the memory of his mother asking him about Xiaoyu.

From then on, Shen's mother dared not ask her brother about her younger brother anymore.

At this moment, Mrs. Shen said, "Don't you believe me?"

"There's a medical term for this: dissociative identity disorder," Mr. Shen said carefully. "If it's true, we should take our son to see a psychologist now."

Looking at her husband, Mrs. Shen firmly said, "That's my Xiaoyu."

Mr. Shen opened his mouth, but had no choice but to call Chu Zhu over first.

Chu Zhu blinked: "Dad, do you think my brother would joke like that with you?"

Mr. Shen was stunned.

Yes, Xiao Zhuo has always been sensible and would never joke about matters of principle... but we still can't rule out the possibility of a split personality. What if Xiao Zhuo is treating me like a younger brother?

With a dual personality, one's principles are naturally not fixed.

Seeing Mr. Shen's dilemma, Chu Zhuo sighed.

In her past life, the existence of her younger brother was a secret. Because the client had forgotten all memories related to her brother, she did not know his name.

Mr. Shen never knew that his younger brother existed, and Ms. Shen probably never dared to confirm with her older brother whether her younger brother really existed, even until her death.

The couple couldn't keep their youngest son in their early years, and their other son, whom they had raised with great difficulty, also "accidentally" lost his life. Not long after, they couldn't bear the blow and passed away one after another.

"Dad, are you afraid of Xiaoyu?" Chu Zhuo asked.

Mr. Shen felt a pang of sadness in his chest: "Of course not, how could I be afraid of my own son?"

"So, in the end, who will have their dual personality eliminated—Xiaoyu or her brother?" Chu Zhuo explained in a simple and easy-to-understand way, "Although my brother and I share the same body, my condition has been very poor all these years, and I rarely come out... because even when I do come out, it can only last for a few seconds. My brother came back to the country this time for Xiaoyu, because Xiaoyu's condition has improved a lot, and Xiaoyu wants to see her parents."

"If Dad is more accepting of the idea of ​​having a split personality, then I'm willing to be my brother's alternate personality."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Shen grabbed Mr. Shen's arm tightly, turned her head and said gently to Chu Zhuo, "Xiao Yu, don't listen to your father's stubbornness due to his senile dementia. Whether it's Xiao Zhuo or Xiao Yu, they are both my children."

"Ouch, be gentle, be gentle, you're hurting me. I didn't say I was going to erase anyone's personality. Xiaoyu and Xiaozhu are both my sons." Mr. Shen tugged at his arm and cried out in pain.

Chu Zhuo gloated from the side: "Who told you to say that Xiaoyu is a clone? Mom recognized me as Xiaoyu at first glance."

Mr. Shen: "..."

After a moment of silence, Mr. Shen began to waver.

Don't be surprised, if Xiaoyu had grown up properly, she might have had this kind of personality.