After everyone was reborn, I was strictly disciplined.

The next second, Xie Ciwen opened his pink little mouth and, in a soft, sweet, and childlike voice, clearly uttered his first words:

"roll."

The shout of "Get out!" came suddenly, yet it was loud and clear, echoing in the Xie family's living room.

Grandpa Xie and Xie Yanfeng were struck dumb as if by a thunderbolt, their bodies frozen in place, their pupils filled with disbelief.

Their anticipation and smiles instantly froze into a blank, lifeless expression, like clay or wooden sculptures.

A moment later, Old Master Xie suddenly came to his senses, his chest heaving violently as if a raging fire was burning inside him.

His face instantly turned bright red, the redness spreading from his neck to his hairline. He then staggered to his feet, pointing his finger directly at Xie Wenci in front of him, his body trembling with anger.

"Throw it, throw it out—"

In his anger, he couldn't even speak a complete sentence coherently.

Xie Yanfeng, standing to the side, also had a very gloomy expression. This was the first time in his life that he had listened to Old Master Xie's words without any objection.

He bent down and picked up the child from the ground. Xie Wenci was still young, but his eyes showed a stubbornness that was not commensurate with his age. He pursed his lips tightly and did not cry or make a fuss. Instead, he stared straight at Xie Yanfeng with his bright black eyes, with a hint of provocation.

Xie Yanfeng's anger flared even more. He turned and walked out expressionlessly, saying, "Okay, Father. I'll throw him in the trash can right away."

From the moment Xie Ciwen uttered the word "get lost," Xie Yanfeng knew perfectly well that he could no longer keep this younger brother.

What he wanted was a well-behaved and adorable younger brother, someone who would allow him to experience the warmth of being an older brother.

But Xie Ciwen in front of him was clearly the same kind of person as him, equally unruly, equally angular, and even more flamboyant and arrogant than him.

This kind of younger brother isn't there to add warmth; he's clearly there to annoy him and make him miserable every day.

At this moment, Madam Xie, who had been sitting silently to the side, finally moved.

She slowly stood up, her face still bearing her usual elegant and poised smile, as if the earth-shattering argument had never happened.

She moved gracefully, blocking Xie Yanfeng's path. Her movements were gentle yet carried an undeniable strength as she carefully pulled Xie Ciwen back from his arms, her eyes filled with tenderness.

Then, before Grandpa Xie and Xie Yanfeng could react, she raised her hand with elegant and swift movements, and two crisp "slap" sounds echoed clearly in the living room.

She slapped both Grandpa Xie and Xie Yanfeng across the face without any mercy.

Grandpa Xie and Xie Yanfeng, who had been hit, covered their faces, completely stunned.

Madam Xie withdrew her hand, maintaining her calm and composed demeanor. She looked at her eldest son and husband, her tone even and slightly amused: "Two fools!"

After scolding her, she carried Xie Ciwen back upstairs with an air of nonchalance.

As time went by, Xie Ciwen gradually shed his childish immaturity and grew into a tall and upright young man.

As he grew older, his innate desire for control grew wildly like vines, becoming impossible to conceal.

The Xie family mansion, which was once only big enough to accommodate the arguments between Old Master Xie and Xie Yanfeng, has now become a battlefield for the three of them, with chaos and unrest every day.

Grandpa Xie's blood pressure seemed to have been pushed up, hovering around the critical value every day.

Xie Yanfeng was in the prime of his life, and his rebellious and competitive nature was fully unleashed by Xie Ciwen. Xie Ciwen, on the other hand, was even more flamboyant and arrogant, always striving to be the best. Neither of them would admit defeat to the other, as if they were natural enemies.

From the future direction of economic development to the last piece of pastry on the table, the two brothers could argue until their faces turned red, often ending up in a physical fight. Cushions on the sofa would be thrown everywhere, and the exquisite carpet would be covered with footprints. Even the servants in the house had become used to it and quickly cleaned up the mess.

Looking at these two unruly children who were always fighting and making a ruckus in the house, Madam Xie had a headache that felt like it was going to explode, and her temples had turned quite a bit white.

She and Grandpa Xie discussed it for a long time, but they were still unwilling to give up. They thought they would take another gamble and maybe the third child would be more obedient. So, the third child, Xie Zhuoyang, was born.

But no one expected that Xie Zhuoyang would surpass his brothers and take their "rebelliousness" to the extreme.

When he was just one year old, at a family gathering to celebrate his birthday, everyone was laughing and teasing him. But he blinked his big, round eyes, raised his little hand, and accurately made that international friendship gesture towards all the elders in the room.

Her appearance was innocent and naive, yet her actions were incredibly impactful, instantly plunging the noisy banquet hall into a deathly silence.

Old Master Xie almost fainted from a breath, while Old Madam Xie covered her forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

From then on, the Xie family became twice as lively. The three children each had their own secret weapons, and they staged different farces every day. There was never a moment of peace in the house.

Grandpa Xie was completely disheartened. Looking at his three unruly sons, each more difficult to manage than the last, he no longer longed for any obedient, adorable, or sensible children.

When Xie Yanfeng had just turned twenty, before he could fully familiarize himself with the company's operations, Old Master Xie resolutely handed over the heavy responsibility of the Xie Group to his eldest son. He then quickly packed his bags, took Madam Xie, who was also exhausted from the children's antics, and moved to a detached villa in the suburbs to retire.

Over the years, he has been angered by these three children countless times, and his heart has long been unable to bear the burden. If he hadn't extricated himself in time, he probably would have really died in this endless farce.

After Xie Yanfeng took over the company, he was busy all day long, dealing with the cutthroat competition in the business world while also having to clean up the messes left by his younger brothers from time to time.

Xie Ciwen had no interest in the company's intrigues and power struggles. While everyone thought he would follow his elder brother into the business world, he resolutely chose to study medicine and was admitted to one of the top medical schools in the country.

His inherent desire for control has never subsided; on the contrary, it has become stronger with age, but he has never been able to find a suitable outlet for it.

Becoming a doctor, in fact, gave him an excellent opportunity.

Those patients lying on the operating table, with broken bones or serious injuries, are controlled by anesthesia or tormented by pain to the point of being unable to resist. They want to escape but cannot, so they can only lie there obediently and let him do as he pleases.

Every time he slowly approaches a patient wearing a white coat and sterile gloves, holding cold surgical instruments, seeing the undisguised panic and fear on the patient's face, and feeling the patient's complete dependence on him and obedience to his instructions, Xie Ciwen feels an indescribable joy welling up in his heart. His long-suppressed desire for control is finally satisfied for a moment.

But as time went on and he saw all sorts of patients, Xie Ciwen gradually became bored.

Even though patients are filled with awe and fear towards him on the operating table, there are always some who, after the operation, take advantage of their gradual recovery and begin to act recklessly, disregarding his medical advice, staying up late, drinking alcohol, overeating, and ignoring his words.

This made Xie Ciwen extremely dissatisfied, even somewhat angry.

What he wants is someone who is completely obedient, sensible, soft, cute, and will treat every word he says as gospel, absolutely obeying and depending on him.

His third brother, Xie Zhuoyang, was clearly not like that. That little madman was fearless and mischievous all day long. After he grew up, he even became a race car driver.

His elder brother Xie Yanfeng's son, and his nephew Xie Weiyao, was an even more unruly individual.

This realization reignited Xie Ciwen's desire for control, and he began subconsciously searching for the person who could completely satisfy his need for control.

Unfortunately, he is law-abiding and has a strong aversion to romantic relationships, so he has not been able to find a partner all these years.

Until Xie Xingran appeared.