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

Ji Zuodao sat there, silent for about three seconds.

In those three seconds, the expressions on his face were incredibly varied.

He froze, as if he hadn't heard what Zhao Ya said;

Then his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was processing the information;

Then his eyes slowly opened, his pupils contracted slightly, and his lips began to tremble.

The acting, the nuances, the control of rhythm—it was simply superb.

It would be a loss for the entertainment industry if he didn't win a Best Actor award.

Of course, this is Ji Zuodao's own opinion.

Wang Gang covered his face, watching Ji Zuodao's changing expression, and felt incredibly angry.

Damn, this kid's acting is way too over-the-top!

Your facial expressions are almost as dramatic as Sichuan opera face-changing. Can you please put a little more effort into it?

But Zhao Ya can't see it.

She was currently immersed in the huge emotional upheaval of "I finally said it," her eyes were red and tears were welling up in her eyes, so she had no mind to tell whether Ji Zuodao's expression was real or fake.

Or rather, she falls for that.

All she saw was her son, who had been separated from her for nineteen years, showing shock, disbelief, and then sadness upon hearing the truth.

That expression broke her heart.

"What...what did you say?"

Ji Zuodao's voice was somewhat hoarse and trembling, sounding as if he had truly suffered a huge shock.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at Zhao Ya with a look of bewilderment and helplessness that said, "I can't believe this is real."

"A small path..."

Seeing him like this, Zhao Ya finally couldn't hold back her tears, which slid down her cheeks.

She reached out to take Ji Zuodao's hand, but stopped in mid-air, as if afraid he would refuse.

"I know, I know this is hard to accept... but you really are my son, the son I carried for ten months and gave birth to..."

"Back then...it wasn't me who wanted to throw you away...it was them, that old bastard from the Wang family..."

Her voice grew increasingly choked with emotion, and by the end, she was almost sobbing uncontrollably.

"When I woke up, you were gone... They told me I only gave birth to one... I thought... I thought it was true..."

"My memories have been altered... I really didn't know you existed... If I had known, how could I have thrown you away? You're my son! A piece of my own flesh and blood!"

She became more and more excited as she spoke, and finally rushed forward and hugged Ji Zuodao tightly.

The force was so great, it was as if he wanted to meld Ji Zuodao into his own body.

Ji Zuodao was so tightly embraced by her that he could hardly breathe.

He paused for a moment, then slowly, very slowly, raised his hand and placed it on Zhao Ya's back.

The movements looked somewhat clumsy and unfamiliar, as if it were the first time doing something like this.

But in reality, he was internally praising himself wildly.

perfect.

That's fucking perfect.

The timing of the hug, the degree of the movement, and the control of the expression were all textbook-perfect.

He could even feel Zhao Ya's body trembling slightly in his arms and hear her suppressed sobs in his ear.

OK, now it's time to unleash the ultimate move.

Ji Zuodao spoke.

Her voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of sob, as if she had really been crying.

"mom……"

Just one word.

But that one word was like a bomb, exploding in Zhao Ya's heart.

She froze completely.

Then she hugged him tighter and cried even louder.

"Hey! Hey! Mom's here! Mom's here!"

As she cried, she gently stroked Ji Zuodao's back, as if she were caressing some rare treasure.

"Mom's here... Mom will never leave you again... never again..."

Ji Zuodao buried his head in Zhao Ya's shoulder, a smug smile playing on his lips.

As he felt that warm embrace, carrying a faint scent of soapberry, a strange feeling suddenly welled up inside him.

That feeling was very unfamiliar.

Warm and soft, like a cotton candy, it's lodged in my chest, sweet yet with a hint of indescribable sourness.

He had never felt this way before.

On Mount Ailao, the goddess held him, but when she did, she was mostly thinking about which part of his flesh would taste better.

Dog Master had hugged him before, but Dog Master's embrace was hard and uncomfortable, and Dog Master always had a dog smell that made him dizzy.

Needless to say, the head chef, second chef, and third chef were all studying his skeletal structure or applying medicine to him when they held him.

He had never been held like that before.

Being held tightly and carefully in a warm, soft, maternal embrace, as if he were the most precious treasure in the world.

Ji Zuodao suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

That genuine, undisguised emotion stirred a strange feeling within him.

That feeling was very unfamiliar.

He wasn't quite sure what it was.

But he knew he didn't hate the feeling.

I even felt a bit greedy.

Damn it, this won't work.

Ji Zuodao cursed himself in his heart.

He came to confiscate our property, not to claim kinship.

How could he possibly develop feelings?

That's so unprofessional.

He quickly suppressed that inexplicable feeling and then mentally encouraged himself:

It's okay, it's okay, it's all acting, it's all my superb acting skills.

I hugged her to put her at ease and to better control the situation.

It's not that I crave this feeling; it's because I was so immersed in the role that I got too deeply into it.

Yes, that's it.

It's definitely not because I really want a hug from my mom.

Absolutely not.

and so……

Let her hold him for a little longer.

Anyway, it's all for the sake of acting.

Yes, it was just for acting.

Ji Zuodao silently emphasized it several times in his heart, then comfortably leaned on Zhao Ya's shoulder and enjoyed that warm embrace.

Wang Bing, watching this scene from the side, felt like he was going crazy.

His face was ashen, like a rusty iron plate. His lips were pressed tightly together, his teeth were grinding, and his hands were clenched into fists, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

On what grounds?

Why should this piece of trash, which was thrown away, be able to lie in his mother's arms?

Why is it that this guy can take everything that belongs to him?

On what grounds?

He is the true genius of the Wang family, he is the celestial child, he is the one who should be looked up to by everyone!

But now?

His mother was holding that piece of trash, crying her eyes out, not even glancing at him.

His father covered his face, squatted in the corner like a stray dog, not daring to breathe.

This family was completely destroyed by Ji Zuodao.

He ruined everything!

Wang Bing felt his sanity crumbling bit by bit.

He wanted to rush up, drag Ji Zuodao out of his mother's arms, beat him up badly, and tear his hypocritical face to shreds.

He wanted to yell, to curse, to vent all the anger and resentment in his heart.

He took a sudden step forward.

Then, he met a pair of eyes.

A pair of cold, emotionless eyes.

Those eyes belong to Ji Zuodao.

Ji Zuodao leaned on Zhao Ya's shoulder, his face turned toward Wang Bing, a faint smile playing on his lips.

But the smile didn't reach his eyes.

His eyes were as cold as ice in the twelfth lunar month, carrying a naked warning and threat.

That look clearly said:

If you dare bother me, I'll kill you.

Wang Bing suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He felt as if he had stepped into an ice cave, a chill running from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, freezing him so stiff that he couldn't move.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on Wang Bing's forehead.

He slowly, very slowly, withdrew the foot he had stepped out, then lowered his head, not daring to look Ji Zuodao in the eye again.

His body was trembling slightly.

It wasn't out of anger, but out of fear.

For the first time, he realized that this twin brother, whom he called a bastard, was actually capable of killing him.

It's not the kind of impulse that says, "I hate you so I want to kill you," but rather the indifference that says, "You're in my way, so I'll just get rid of you."

That indifference is more terrifying than anger.

Because it carries no emotion.

It's like stepping on an ant while you're walking.

You don't hate the ant; you just find it in your way, so you step on it.

Wang Bing felt that he was that ant.

He huddled in the corner, barely daring to breathe, feeling like a joke.

Meanwhile, Su Xiaoxiao was silently holding up her phone, the camera pointed at Ji Zuodao and Zhao Ya.

A sly smile, characteristic of vixens, played on the corners of her lips.

As she recorded, she was mentally calculating:

Xiao Daodao's crying scenes are quite rare.

This guy usually acts like he's carefree and cynical, as if nothing in the world could bother him.

Want to see him cry? That's harder than climbing to heaven.

But now, he's nestled in his mother's arms, crying like a child.

Even though it was acting, it was still crying!

If this is recorded, it will be a treasure in the future.

It can be used to threaten him.

For example...

Su Xiaoxiao had already started brainstorming lines in her head.

"Dear Section Chief Ji, you wouldn't want others to see a video of you crying, would you?"

Gee tut.

This is the taste of everyday life, so full of life.

Those familiar with the plot should know how the story will unfold.

Su Xiaoxiao felt happier and happier as she thought about it, and she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.