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

What made them even more upset was that every time Ji Zuodao came, he could make Zhao Ya smile happily.

At first, it was a solo performance.

He was quick-witted and knew how to handle situations; he could make Zhao Ya laugh heartily with just a few words.

Later, they brought along Dog Master, and the two of them started performing crosstalk together.

Finally, they brought along Qiqi, and the group of one person, one dog, and one zombie performed a crosstalk routine.

Although Qiqi isn't very good at talking, she's good at being cute.

With her big, blinking eyes, she called out "Auntie" in a childish voice, and Zhao Ya's heart melted instantly.

Zhao Ya was so charmed by this man, dog, and zombie that she almost lost her bearings. She smiled like a flower every day, and several wrinkles appeared on her face from laughing.

That's fine, but the real problem is that Ji Zuodao, that bastard, always sneaks in his own agenda.

He genuinely wanted to make Zhao Ya happy, but he also genuinely cared about the father and son.

Every now and then she'd say, "Oh, Auntie, your cooking is amazing. I dreamed of eating a meal like this when I was little, but sadly no one ever cooked it for me."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ya's eyes reddened, and she turned to glare at Wang Gang.

Or: "Auntie, you're so good to Young Master Wang. I really envy him; he's had a mother's love since he was little. Unlike me, I don't even know what my mother looks like."

Zhao Ya was heartbroken when she heard this, and turned to glare at Wang Gang again.

Or: "Auntie, please don't bother, sit down and eat with me. I grew up in the mountains, and no one taught me what manners are, but I know I can't let the people who love me suffer."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ya almost burst into tears, then turned and continued to glare at Wang Gang.

Wang Gang felt like he was being tortured every day.

Sometimes, Ji Zuodao would speak directly to them.

But those words were even more upsetting to hear.

When he spoke to Wang Bing, it usually went like this:

"Young Master Wang, you are so lucky. Your aunt is so good to you. If I had a mother like that, I would definitely be filial to her every day and never let her worry about me."

Wang Bing: "…………"

What could he say? What dare he say? If he dared to say anything, his mother's gaze would be enough to skin him alive.

When he talks to Wang Gang, it usually goes like this:

"Uncle Wang, you have such good taste! You married such a wonderful wife as Auntie. If I had a wife like that, I would cherish her every day and never let her get angry."

Wang Gang: "…………"

He felt as if he had been stabbed in the back again.

And so it went. Every time Ji Zuodao finished eating, he would pick his teeth and swagger out of the Wang family's gate. Then Zhao Ya would turn around and start causing trouble for Wang Gang and Wang Bing.

Wang Bing's allowance has been deducted up to ninety years in the future, which is his mother's 2116 AD.

Wang Bing calculated that he would be over 110 years old by then.

As for Wang Gang...

To put it another way, he recently discovered that he seems to have developed some incredible attribute.

Because when Zhao Ya whipped him last night, he actually felt... a little bit of pleasure.

He lay in bed, touching the red, swollen welts on his back, and fell into deep self-doubt.

Am I fucking sick?

He didn't know the answer.

But he knew that if that bastard Ji Zuodao came a few more times, he might really be finished.

Ji Zuodao was like a catfish that had entered a pond, stirring up the once calm waters of the Wang family.

The key point is, you can't do anything about it.

He always came with a smile, and his hands were never empty.

Sometimes it's a bag of fruit, sometimes a box of snacks, and sometimes a bunch of wildflowers picked from the roadside.

It's not worth much money, but the sentiment behind it is what matters.

Zhao Ya falls for this.

She's a rich girl, what kind of expensive gifts hasn't she seen?

The jewelry Wang Gang gave her, any one piece of which could feed an ordinary family for several years.

But after accepting those things, she threw them into the cabinet and didn't even bother to look at them again.

But she put the bunch of wildflowers that Ji Zuodao gave her in a vase and placed it in the most conspicuous spot in the living room, changing the water every day as if she were tending to some rare and precious variety.

Looking at the wilted bunch of wildflowers, Wang Gang felt a pang of sadness.

Those flowers were picked by the hell from the roadside! They were everywhere in the green belt! He didn't spend a single penny!

But he dared not say it.

He was afraid that if he spoke out, Zhao Ya would whip him.

Days passed by like this.

Ji Zuodao came more and more frequently, and Zhao Ya became more and more accustomed to his presence.

Every morning when I wake up, the first thing I think about is what delicious food I'm going to make for him.

I'm used to hearing Grandpa Dog's footsteps at the door and Qiqi calling "Auntie" in her childish voice.

She was used to seeing that face, exactly like her son's, appear across the table, wolfing down her food while mumbling, "Auntie, your cooking is so good."

How should I put this feeling?

Zhao Ya has lived for over forty years and this is the first time she has experienced what "the joy of being a mother" truly means.

When Wang Bing was a child, it wasn't that she didn't want to be close to him, but the child was predicted to be a celestial being from a young age, with an astonishingly high talent for cultivation.

The old man treated him like a precious gem, and he started cultivating at the age of three. He was rarely seen throughout the year.

She occasionally comes back, but she always has a serious face, like a little adult. She doesn't talk much, doesn't know how to act cute, and is quite arrogant.

Zhao Ya wanted to hug him, but he stood stiffly, his face saying, "Mom, don't do this, it's so embarrassing."

She wanted to chat with him, but he couldn't stop talking about his cultivation experiences and insights into the techniques, which gave Zhao Ya a real headache.

She comforted herself, thinking that it was a good thing that her child was successful, and that she couldn't let it interfere with his spiritual practice.

But deep down, it always felt like something was missing.

It feels like you've carefully prepared a table full of food, only for your child to eat a couple of bites and then say, "I'm going to play," leaving you alone staring blankly at a table full of leftovers.

You don't know what you're missing, but you just don't feel right.

Ji Zuodao's appearance filled that gap.

He would praise her cooking, chat with her about everyday things, listen attentively when she spoke, and occasionally chime in to make her laugh.

Ji Zuodao would also order her around.

"Auntie, I want to eat your sweet and sour pork ribs."

"Auntie, that soup you made last time was especially delicious, could you make it again?"

Zhao Ya said, "Why are you so good at ordering people around?" but she had already nimbly walked towards the kitchen, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

She was happy to be ordered around by Ji Zuodao.

She couldn't wait for him to order her around more.

Only in this way could she have the opportunity to be good to him, and make up for the maternal love she had missed for nineteen years, little by little.

But gradually, Zhao Ya became dissatisfied.

Human greed grows little by little.

At first, she thought that it would be good to see Ji Zuodao.

Later, she thought that it would be good if she could at least speak to Ji Zuodao.

Later, she thought that it would be good if she could cook a meal for Ji Zuodao.

Now, she can see Ji Zuodao every day, talk to him every day, and cook for him every day.

But she was still not satisfied.

She didn't want to look forward to Ji Zuodao's arrival every morning, only to watch him leave.

She wanted Ji Zuodao to live here, to see him every morning when she woke up, and to say goodnight to him every night before going to sleep.

She didn't want to hear Ji Zuodao call her "Auntie".

She wanted to hear him call her "Mom".