A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

"Actually, although my master and the others beat and scolded me, they were generally good to me. At least they didn't abandon me and raised me to this age. I'm quite content."

"Compared to being thrown into a trash can to die without even being given a drop of milk after birth, I am already very lucky."

This sentence is like a knife.

A very dull knife.

It wasn't fast, but it precisely pierced Zhao Ya's heart, and then slowly, very slowly, it began to turn.

With each rotation, it cuts a piece of flesh from her heart.

Zhao Ya's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Her lips trembled, her hands trembled, her whole body trembled, and her eyes were filled with tears. The tears swirled in her eyes and finally, she couldn't hold them back and they slid down her cheeks.

One drop, two drops, fell onto the table, spreading a small, damp patch.

She turned her head and glared fiercely at Wang Gang sitting to the side. The hatred in her eyes was so intense that it seemed like a volcano that had been dormant for nineteen years had finally erupted at this moment.

Wang Gang almost curled up into a ball.

He sat there, barely daring to breathe, wishing he could just disappear on the spot.

He thought he was transparent enough, so transparent that Zhao Ya had forgotten he was still there.

But now it seems he was overthinking it.

Damn it, that bastard Ji Zuodao didn't mention himself in a single sentence, but every single one of them was about himself!

What do you mean, "They didn't even give him a sip of milk before throwing him in the trash"? Isn't that referring to him?

What do you mean by "it's lucky compared to dying"? Isn't that just implying how terrible they were back then?

This guy is talking about his experiences, but every word he says is like stabbing his wife in the heart, and then pulling the knife out to stab her a few more times.

Moreover, the knife technique was particularly sophisticated. When it was inserted, it was neither too deep nor too shallow, but just right to hit the most painful spot. When it was pulled out, it was rotated slightly to enlarge the wound area.

Wang Gang felt that if Ji Zuodao said a few more words, Zhao Ya was prepared to beat him up on the spot.

No, it's not that I'm preparing, it's that I'm already considering it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Zhao Ya's hand was clenched into a fist, her knuckles white and her veins bulging.

Ji Zuodao seemed to suddenly realize that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly waved his hand with a flustered expression on his face.

"Oh dear, why did I bring this up? It's really ruining the mood..."

He scratched his head, a sheepish smile on his face.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Thank you for breakfast, I should go back now, I have things to do at the station."

As he spoke, he stood up and started to walk out.

His movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation, as if he really was just there to have breakfast, and would leave without lingering for even a second longer.

Zhao Ya grabbed his arm.

The force was so great, like an iron clamp. Ji Zuodao struggled, but couldn't break free.

He looked down at the hand gripping his arm; the fingers were slender and white, but now the veins were bulging and the knuckles were white, as if it had used up all its strength.

"you--"

Zhao Ya took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound steady, but the slight tremor at the end betrayed her inner turmoil. "When are you free next time? Come over for dinner. I'll cook you something delicious."

Ji Zuodao was stunned for a moment, and a flattered expression appeared on his face, as if he really did not expect someone to be so kind to him.

His eyes widened slightly, and his mouth opened slightly, like a small animal stunned by a sudden act of kindness.

"This...this is too much trouble. We're not related at all..."

"I'm willing," Zhao Ya interrupted him, her tone firm and unwavering. "I'm willing to cook for you."

Ji Zuodao scratched his head, a shy smile appearing on his face.

"Well... thank you, Auntie."

He called her "Auntie".

This address sent another pang of pain through Zhao Ya's heart. It felt like a needle had precisely pierced the softest spot in her heart.

How she longed to hear him call her "Mom".

But she knew it wasn't possible yet.

She could only wait.

Seeing that Ji Zuodao was finally ready to leave, the Wang family father and son both breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Gang slumped in his chair, feeling that his back was completely soaked, and his shirt was sticking to his skin, making him extremely uncomfortable.

But he couldn't care less about those things; he was only relieved about one thing—Ji Zuodao was finally leaving.

That bastard is so despicable.

A few words from them made the people involved feel extremely uncomfortable.

Every sentence is meant to sow discord between Zhao Ya and Zhao Ya. Who will be the unlucky one after all this? It's hard to guess.

Wang Bing looked at his father with sympathy.

He knew his father was in big trouble today.

The way Mom looked at Dad just now, it was like she wanted to devour him alive.

Wang silently lit a candle for his father in his heart.

It's okay, Dad, you can handle it. As long as you don't involve me, everything is negotiable.

As he was thinking this, he heard Ji Zuodao walk to the door and suddenly stop.

Wang Bing's heart skipped a beat.

Damn, I have a bad feeling. Is this green tea bitch up to something again?

Sure enough, Ji Zuodao turned around and looked at Zhao Ya.

"By the way, Auntie."

"Those posts that were attacking me online the other day, it seems they were posted from your IP address."

Zhao Ya's expression changed instantly; it was one of guilt.

Wang Bing and Wang Gang's expressions also changed; they were filled with fear.

Ji Zuodao, however, seemed oblivious to the change in their expressions and continued in his casual tone:

"But don't worry, I've already taken care of it, and they won't pursue the matter further."

He paused, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

There was a hint of helplessness in that smile.

"after all……"

"After all, I've been used to being scolded since I was a child. This little thing is no big deal."

After saying that, Ji Zuodao raised his head and smiled at Zhao Ya, a smile that conveyed a sense of reassurance that said, "Don't worry."

Then, he turned around, pushed open the door, and walked out.

That figure, stretched long in the morning light, looked somewhat lonely and forlorn.

Zhao Ya stood at the door, watching that figure gradually disappear into the distance, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her lips were trembling slightly, as if she was desperately suppressing some emotion.

Wang Bing huddled in the corner, trembling.

Oh shit.

Ji Zuodao, that green tea bitch, did it on purpose.

It was absolutely intentional.

He could have easily not mentioned that matter, he could have just left, but he insisted on saying that before he left.

What does it mean to say "it has been resolved and there will be no further investigation"?

What does it mean to be "used to being scolded by others since childhood"?

Isn't this just trying to sow discord between his mother and his son?

Wang Bing felt like he was going crazy.

He felt that his status in the family was declining at a visible rate.

And that Ji Zuodao, even though he did nothing, had already stolen his mother's heart.

Damn it, where can I even get justice for this?

Leaving the Wang family villa, Ji Zuodao and Gouye walked at a leisurely pace.

The morning light shone on them, casting two long shadows on the ground.

The leaves of the sycamore trees along the roadside rustled in the wind, and occasionally a few leaves would fall, swirling as they landed on the ground.

Ji Zuodao had his hands in his pockets, humming an unknown tune, and seemed to be in a very good mood.

Dog Master glanced at him sideways and said:

"You did a great job today. That woman was completely charmed by you."

Ji Zuodao grinned, revealing a set of white teeth:

"That's right. Don't you even know who taught me?"

"Aren't you afraid she'll find out you're acting?"

"So what if we found out?"

Ji Zuodao shrugged, his tone very relaxed.

"Which of my words is false? Was I dissected by a master chef when I was a child? Was I kept by an empress? It's all true. I just didn't tell the whole story."

He paused, kicked a small pebble by the roadside, and watched it roll away, hit the curb, bounce, and stop.

"Besides, even if she knew I was acting, she would still choose to believe me because she felt guilty. She can only alleviate her guilt by being nice to me. That's human nature."

Dog was silent for a while:

"You little devil."

It paused, then added:

"That woman, your mother, truly loves you."

Ji Zuodao paused for a moment.

It was only for a very short time.

It's so brief that you wouldn't notice it unless you were paying special attention.

Then he continued walking, his steps still light and his tone still relaxed:

"Yes, so I want to take advantage of her love to get more."

He raised his head, looked at the distant sky, and a smile appeared on his lips.

That smile looked somewhat carefree, yet it carried an indescribable complexity.

"After I raid her house, I'll give her a share as payment. I know the rules of the underworld."

Dog sighed.

"Trying to cover up love with money? You brat, how pathetic."

"Dog, you're so long-winded."

A man and his dog walked side by side on the street in the early morning.

The morning light stretched their shadows long and long, as if trying to blend them into the background of the city.

In the distance, the noisy shouts of vendors from the morning market mingled with the sounds of car horns and bicycle bells, creating a symphony of a morning in Jinghai.

Ji Zuodao took a deep breath, feeling the air mixed with the smell of cooking oil and dew rush into his lungs.

He suddenly realized that the weather was actually quite nice today.