Lu Mingfei: Don't call me a loser, call me a hero.

When the aunt saw her beloved son lying in a pool of urine with his face flushed red, she was furious.

She didn't even bother to question Lu Mingfei about what was going on, and simply assumed that her annoying nephew was guilty.

Her obese body burst forth with astonishing speed, rushing over and shoving Lu Mingfei aside. She squatted down, cradling her beloved son's chubby face, looking him over from all angles, as if afraid that something might have happened to this face that had a chance to appear on Shilan Middle School's Spring Festival Gala next year.

When Lu Mingze saw the reinforcements arrive, his aggrieved tone changed, and he pointed at Lu Mingfei and shouted, "Mom, he got into a fight with someone and even choked me!"

Upon hearing this, the aunt lifted Lu Mingze's triple-folded chin and found a clear handprint on his neck. The more she looked, the more heartbroken and angry she became. She felt like she had been thrown into a boiling pressure cooker, and all the fat on her body was shaking.

She suddenly turned her head, stood up, and glared at Lu Mingfei from above, her spittle almost hitting his face.

"Lu Mingfei! Back then, you got into a fight and were about to be expelled from school. If I hadn't pleaded for you, would you still be able to study?"

"You've forgotten the pain now that the wound has healed, running out to fight people late at night, and you even dared to hit Mingze, haven't you?"

Lu Mingfei stood still. Usually, if he were to be scolded like this, he would have already bowed his head and admitted his mistake. But today, he just quietly looked down at the furious middle-aged woman, without any fear or apprehension on his face.

Even the anger that Lu Mingze had just provoked gradually dissipated at this moment, and the burning gold in his eyes faded, leaving only deep darkness.

"What kind of look is that?" The aunt noticed that this good-for-nothing nephew not only refused to admit his mistake today, but also dared to look her in the eye. She felt as if something was beyond her control, so her tone became even harsher:

"You're getting angry after I said a few words to you? What, do you want to hit me too?"

Lu Mingfei remained silent, his eyes filled with growing disappointment.

It's not that I don't want to explain, but I know that explaining is useless.

Five years of experience have taught him that no matter whether Lu Mingze was the one who spoke ill or caused trouble first, Lu Mingfei will always be the one to apologize in the end.

Lu Mingfei was too lazy to explain any further to this kind of hypocritical dog who had no bottom line or principles.

However, his nonchalant, even somewhat defiant, and completely unrepentant attitude caused his aunt's anger to soar to its limit.

For five years, she had put more effort into Lu Mingfei than she had into raising pigs, feeding him, clothing him, and sending him to school, only to raise such an ungrateful wretch.

She felt that the authority she had built up in this brat's mind over five years had been seriously challenged. What would happen if this continued?

"You ungrateful wretch! Do you know how hard it was for me to raise you for five years? I fed you, clothed you, and sent you to school, and this is how you repay me?"

"Your parents are living a carefree life abroad, neglecting you; we're the ones who raised you!"

"Now you think you've grown big enough to fly, huh? Daring to lay a hand on Mingze, do you even know what that's called? Repaying kindness with enmity!"

The family of three went out to a fancy hotel for dinner today. She rarely wears makeup, but her face, covered in thick powder, was contorted with rage, and the powder dripped off as if she were about to transform into a vengeful ghost, her voice shrill enough to pierce the ceiling.

"Look, you've choked Mingze's neck until it's purple. Do you want to strangle him to death?"

"Have you been wanting to kill him every night, haven't you?"

This time, Lu Mingfei finally reacted, looking at her as if she were a clown trying to gain attention and wallow in self-pity.

This change was clearly noticed by her aunt, which intensified her unease. It seemed that the good-for-nothing she had suppressed for five years had finally learned to rebel.

"You provided me with food, drink, and education?" Lu Mingfei, not wanting to disappoint her, finally spoke:

"Did my parents not send me living expenses, or did they forget to send me tuition fees? Do I need you to cover it for me?"

"You once said you saved all my living expenses, so show me your bankbook and transfer records."

"Show me how much money is in there, how much has been spent, and which of that money was spent on me!" Lu Mingfei stared directly into his aunt's eyes and said, word by word, "Do you dare?!"

What do I have to be afraid of?!

Auntie really wanted to yell that out, but she couldn't, and she didn't dare.

After all, passbooks allow selective deposits and withdrawals, but transfer records cannot be faked.

If something goes wrong with such a large transfer amount, even her husband's secure job might be at risk.

She looked at Lu Mingfei and felt that this annoying nephew had suddenly become very similar to her elegant, shrewd, and beautiful sister-in-law, whose gaze always looked down on her.

The fear of being dominated by her sister-in-law resurfaced, and she changed her wording before reiterating:

"So what if your mom married a good husband? So what if she went abroad to earn US dollars? She left her son with me to raise while she went out to enjoy herself."

"I feed you, dress you, and take you to school, and in the end, all I get is a cold shoulder..."

"Are you serving me or am I serving your whole family?!" Lu Mingfei interrupted directly, his anger, which had just subsided, surged up again when his parents were involved.

"For the past five years, I've been doing all the picking, washing, rinsing, and cooking. Before meals, I have to serve everyone's food. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I'm made to sweep and wipe the table. On Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, I'm made to mop the floor and go shopping. Only on weekends, when you're playing mahjong and don't have time, do I get myself some work to do. Who's serving whom here?"

Since he was already itching to speak his mind, Lu Mingfei didn't want to give her any face.

"So what if I look down on Lu Mingze? I just look down on him!"

She eats more than a pig, works less than a pig, and is uglier than a pig. She has endless pocket money every day without having to do anything, while I work myself to the bone and still get all sorts of excuses to cut my pay.

He wasn't satisfied with that; he tried every way to extort money from me to curry favor with young girls. Why should I respect him?!

"You're the ingrates, not me! You take my money and do nothing, you treat me like a human being, all you think about is using my money to subsidize Lu Mingze. Seeing him eat so much that he's fat and greasy, you even dress him up in a suit and vest and try to get him on stage to perform."

What kind of performance is it? Roast suckling pig, or a whole pig for three people?

For the past five years, Lu Mingfei had never dared to speak so loudly in front of his aunt, so much so that she was momentarily unable to process the rapid-fire words.

But soon, the intense feeling of humiliation she felt when her beloved son, whom she considered her sister-in-law's only hope, was so humiliated caused her fragile and sensitive nerves to snap instantly.

Then it snapped with a bang, and he swung his arm to slap the annoying face in front of him: "You dare talk nonsense again!"

"Snapped!"

However, the thick arm stopped in mid-air, Lu Mingfei's left hand gripping her fat wrist, making it impossible for him to move it even an inch:

"You resort to violence when you can't win an argument? That's all you're capable of!"

Her aunt froze for a moment, then the force on her wrist made her scream like a pig.

She felt Lu Mingfei's monkey-claw-like fingers gripping her wrist like iron clamps, his fingers squeezing her bones so hard they creaked, and the fat squeezed out from between his fingers, completely drained of color.

"Lu Mingfei, let go of me!" she screamed, trying to pry Lu Mingfei's hands off and tear at his clothes, trying to break free.

But the hands that were only used in their home for serving rice, washing dishes, mopping, sweeping, and doing all sorts of housework remained motionless, as if they were welded shut.

Seeing the two start fighting, the uncle who had been silent by the door seemed to suddenly remember his role as a peacemaker, and quickly walked in to grab Lu Mingfei's arm:

"Calm down, everyone calm down. Mingfei, let go of your aunt first, and we can talk things out."

With his interference, Lu Mingfei stopped holding on and let go. His aunt immediately clutched her deformed wrist and started cursing, calling him heartless, an ingrate, and a jinx...

Looking at his wife, whose wrists were bruised from being squeezed, and his son lying on the ground, clearly terrified, the uncle's honest and kind face showed a rare hint of dissatisfaction.

However, he knew this was not the time to lose his temper. He had made such a commotion that the neighbors must have heard it all, and he needed to quickly settle the matter.

Compared to his angry wife and frightened child, his usually submissive and obedient nephew was definitely easier to talk to. So he looked at Lu Mingfei and said gently:

"Mingfei, family members should talk things out. Hitting someone is never right."

"Apologize to your aunt first, then everyone can sit down and calmly discuss who is right and who is wrong."

However, as soon as he said those words, Lu Mingfei's gaze towards him became completely unfamiliar.

He stared intently at Lu Gucheng, finding it hard to believe that his usually kind and impartial uncle could say such a thing.

Lu Mingfei looked at the family of three across from him, all dressed in fine clothes, looking like they had just returned from a banquet.

Looking at himself, he was a mess, his clothes were dirty and torn, the blood on his fists had dried and turned dark red, and his left eye socket was swollen and affecting his vision.

But from beginning to end, no one asked him what he had been through.

All they saw was Lu Mingfei bullying Lu Mingze.

Exactly the same as three years ago.

From beginning to end, no one asked him why he took action, no one asked him what great injustice he had suffered that made him choose to act.

In any case, if he's the one who laid a hand on someone, it's always his fault.

Lu Mingfei looked at the three people in front of him.

His aunt clutched her wrist and glared at him fiercely, muttering curses under her breath.

Lu Mingze huddled against the wall, a comical expression on his face that was half fear and half resentment. His small eyes revealed a hint of smugness, clearly indicating that he had someone backing him up, which gave him a lot of confidence.

The uncle stood in the middle, his brow furrowed, repeatedly saying things like "we're family," "don't make a scene," "admit your mistake first," and "don't let people laugh at us."

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt very tired, and didn't even have the energy to be angry.

"I did nothing wrong."

He ignored the expressions on the faces of any of the three family members, bent down to pick up the PS2 gift bag and the filthy school uniform from the ground, and turned to walk back into the room.

"You—you stop right there!" His aunt was completely enraged by his stubborn refusal to admit his mistake, and she pointed at Lu Mingfei, launching into a tirade of abuse.

"You look down on Mingze, you won't tolerate me ordering you around, and you come back to take your anger out on us after losing fights outside!"

"Go ahead and hit me! If you're so capable, hit all three of us! Waaah..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lu Gucheng tightly covered her mouth. This professional peacemaker knew very well that if his wife really said the rest of her words, the family might fall apart completely.

But Lu Mingfei had already stopped in his tracks.

He turned around and saw his aunt staring at him with resentment, her eyes looking at him like he was an enemy.

Lu Mingze had already stood up, hiding behind his aunt, his face full of aggression and righteous indignation.

The uncle held onto the aunt to stop him from saying anything more hurtful, and looked at Lu Mingfei with a pleading look in his eyes, as if asking him to admit his mistake.

"Heh, heh heh..." Lu Mingfei couldn't help but laugh out loud. "How interesting. You guys make it seem like I'm the one who did something heinous and outrageous."

These days, it's utterly ridiculous that victims have to apologize to their perpetrators!

"You can still laugh?" His laughter was so unexpected that even his uncle was so shocked that he forgot to cover his aunt's mouth, preventing her from venting her anger.

"You're just like your parents. You don't bully capable people, but you target your own family. Your whole Lu family has been stepping on my head your whole lives!"

"You think you're so great? You're the boss, you're the ancestor! My temple is too small to keep a god like you!"

"Get out! Get out of my house right now!"

Once these distorted facts were uttered, there was no turning back, and even games jumped in to join the fray:

A true man should live between heaven and earth; how can he remain subservient to others for long? Please choose—

1. Escaping from a non-natal family

2. Tolerance, compromise, and yielding to appeasement

3. The three-year period has come to an end; we respectfully welcome the Dragon King back to his throne.

Lu Mingfei looked at the mission issued by the game. Although he didn't understand what the last option meant, he liked it.

Too lazy to listen to the dog barking behind him anymore, he turned around and walked back to the bedroom. His aunt thought he was hiding again like before and was about to chase after him to continue scolding him.

But the uncle noticed something was off about his nephew's expression just now, as if he was about to do something serious, so he quickly pulled his wife back.

"Alright, alright, shut up. Instead of babbling on, you should apply some medicine to Mingze."

After calming his enraged wife with his son, Lu Gucheng hurried over to try and calm his nephew down, but when he got to the door, he saw Lu Mingfei come out again.

He was carrying a large tote bag and had a backpack on his back, looking like he was saying goodbye to his uncle and setting sail tonight.

His schoolbag contained only his savings box, his ID card, and a childhood photo of the three of them; nothing else.

He has lived in this house for five years, and he can count the number of things that belong to him on one hand.

"Mingfei, what are you doing?" Uncle finally panicked and reached out to stop him.

"Where are you going so late at night? Can't we talk things out? Why does it have to come to this?"

Lu Mingfei glanced at him and asked a question that struck at the heart of the matter: "I've endured it for five years, isn't that enough?"

The uncle was stunned upon hearing this, letting Lu Mingfei brush past him, with only one thought in his mind—it turns out he knows everything.

"Let him go!" the aunt shrieked. "If he's got the guts to leave, then don't come back! I want to see how many days Lu Mingfei can live without our family!"

Her uncle, snapped out of his daze, yelled at her, "Can't you just shut up for a second?!"

Then he tried to pull Lu Mingfei away, but his aunt grabbed him.

"Why are you stopping him? He's gotten so capable and arrogant that he thinks our place is too small to accommodate him!"

Get him out! The farther the better!

Lu Mingfei changed his shoes, looked at her again after hearing this, and said, word by word:

"I'll remember your words that I only target my own people."

"You better pray I strike it rich when I step out the door, otherwise I'll take back every single penny you owe me!"

After saying that, he slung his bag over his shoulder, picked up the gift bag, and walked out the door without looking back, ignoring the advice of his neighbors on the same floor, and went straight into the elevator.

……

"Boss, the little white rabbit has really gone crazy and escaped from its cage."

Amidst the crisp "crackling" sounds, the woman's voice was somewhat muffled, as if she was deliberately trying to conceal the sarcasm in her words.

"What do we do now? Should we bring him back?"

"No need, just keep sending people to follow. I want to see what the little rabbit can do after it's released from its cage." The boss's voice still conveyed a calm and composed demeanor, as if he had everything under control.

"Should we arrange for a kind person to take him in?" the woman asked.

As long as the boss gives the nod, many people that Lu Mingfei knows can "coincidentally" appear near him to lend a helping hand, thereby building a larger and stronger cage.

"I think it's possible..." The boss suddenly stopped mid-sentence and changed his words:

"No need, a kind person has already gone to pick up the little white rabbit."