My younger brothers are so fierce!!! I'm clearly the eldest brother!

The screen darkened, and Baiyun lazily spoke.

[Evaluation of Jiang Zhuo to begin, 10-second countdown.]

Waaaaah, it wants to go find its baby.

[Now summarizing: 0 votes for "generally satisfied," 0 votes for "dissatisfied," and 13 votes for "very dissatisfied."]

Jiang Zhuo's mouth is not an ordinary one that deserves a beating. Every piece of it always makes his elder brother unhappy. If possible, Jiang Yan and the others would like to sew Jiang Zhuo's mouth shut.

Yan Ling was spared punishment because Yan Sui'an pleaded for her, but Jiang Zhuo was not. Everyone wanted to beat Jiang Zhuo up a few more times.

Jiang Zhuo sat stiffly on the steel plate, awaiting the punishment.

"Snap—"

Jiang Zhuo suddenly turned her head, a little blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Jiang Yan and the others looked at Jiang Zhuo with increasingly strange expressions.

Jiang Zhuo could feel an invisible hand slapping him, but Jiang Yan and the others couldn't see it. So from their perspective, Jiang Zhuo was rhythmically tilting his head left and right, accompanied by slapping sounds.

Jiang Ning swallowed hard, feeling a chill run down her spine. She secretly stepped back, distancing herself from Jiang Zhuo.

The slapping sounds quickly stopped, and Jiang Zhuo covered her face, feeling dizzy. Her face burned, but her head was spinning even more.

[The movie continues.]

As soon as Bai Yun finished speaking, the gashapon machine in front of Bai Xin disappeared, and the screen lit up again.

In the void, a white cloud circled and disappeared into the screening room; it was off to find its little one!

-

In March 2041, the temperature in Beijing North City had not yet warmed up, and the rain drizzled for several days in a row, making the air damp and cold.

The dehumidifier was running all the time, but the damp, cold feeling seemed to be seeping out from the very marrow of his bones, keeping Jiang Guanqing awake night after night.

At night, only Jiang Guanqing's room in the entire villa had its lights on.

Jiang Guanqing leaned against the headboard, holding a photo album in her arms, slowly turning the pages one by one.

Jiang Guanqing remembers the date and the circumstances surrounding the taking of every photo in the album. His fingertips gently trace each picture, and a happy smile appears on his pale face.

He looked at the photo album all night long. As dawn approached, Jiang Guanqing finally fell into a light sleep, still holding the album. His brows were always slightly furrowed, and sometimes in his dreams, he would have a pitiful expression on his face.

Yuehua was already on the right track, but Jiang Guanqing was feeling unwell and couldn't bring himself to go to the company.

Bai Xin was worried about Jiang Guanqing, so he would make a special trip to her home every morning before going to the company. Besides bringing her breakfast, he would also check on her condition.

With so many cautionary tales to tell, Bai Xin couldn't believe a word Jiang Guanqing said about his own body; he trusted his own eyes more.

When Jiang Guanqing took the elevator downstairs, Bai Xin was already waiting in the living room.

Seeing that Jiang Guanqing had gotten up, Bai Xin got up and went to the kitchen to bring out the warm breakfast for Jiang Guanqing.

"Eat quickly, and take your medicine half an hour after you finish."

Hurry up and write, you're taking your own exam, and you have two hours to hand in your paper!

Jiang Guanqing was amused by the images in her mind and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Bai Xin, you sound just like a homeroom teacher now."

Bai Xin felt somewhat helpless as Jiang Guanqing teased him, "A certain student is being disobedient; he's not even eating properly."

Jiang Guanqing scooped up a large wonton and stuffed it into his mouth, then lowered his head and pretended to be a quail, not daring to look at Bai Xin.

Bai Xin watched as Jiang Guanqing finished eating breakfast and taking his medicine before getting up to go to the company.

"Bai Xin, you don't need to come here every day, it's too much trouble."

"It's no trouble at all."

"But……"

Bai Xin opened his umbrella and stepped into the rain. "If President Jiang finds it troublesome, then I'll stay here tonight."

"it is good."

Once the car disappeared into the rain, Jiang Guanqing slowly walked into the house, his expression revealing his exhaustion.

My knees are swollen and painful, and my lower back is also very sore.

A rocking chair was placed by the French windows in the living room. Jiang Guanqing lay on the rocking chair, covered with a thick blanket.

The rocking chair swayed gently, and rain pattered outside the window. It should have been the perfect environment for sleeping, but Jiang Guanqing was feeling unwell and couldn't fall asleep at all.

All day long, Jiang Guanqing lay listlessly in the recliner, staring blankly out the gate, lost in thought.

For several days in a row, Jiang Guanqing's condition worsened, and he even started to have intermittent low-grade fevers, and was hospitalized for a week.

With the weather finally clearing up, Jiang Guanqing's discomfort subsided somewhat, and she had the energy to tend to the flowers and plants in the yard.

One afternoon, there was a sudden knock on the gate. A man dressed in the exclusive delivery uniform for the villa area stood outside the gate, holding a package in his hands.

"Hello Mr. Jiang, there is an urgent package for you that requires your signature upon delivery."

He didn't buy anything.

Jiang Guanqing closed the book with some doubt, got up and walked outside the courtyard, without immediately taking the package.

"Who is the sender?"

The courier glanced down at the package information. "Mr. Jiang, the sender is listed as your younger brother, Jiang Zhuo."

What did Xiao Zhuo send him? A hint of surprise flashed in Jiang Guanqing's eyes. Xiao Zhuo wouldn't even answer the phone, so why would she send him something?

Despite some doubts, Jiang Guanqing's heart began to overflow with joy uncontrollably.

"Give me the package."

"Okay, Mr. Jiang, please sign to confirm receipt after you have checked that everything is correct."

The deliveryman handed Jiang Guanqing a tablet, the screen of which displayed package information.

Jiang Guanqing glanced at it briefly, picked up a pen, and signed his name. "Thank you for your help."

"Mr. Jiang, you're too kind. This is just my job."

The deliveryman handed the package to Jiang Guanqing, nodded slightly, and then said goodbye and left.

Jiang Guanqing carried the package back to the living room and carefully placed it on the coffee table. Looking at the package in front of him, the corners of Jiang Guanqing's lips involuntarily turned up slightly.

Jiang Guanqing found a small knife for opening packages and carefully cut open the sealing tape.

After the seal was broken, Jiang Guanqing wrinkled his nose, feeling a little puzzled. He seemed to smell a strange stench.

The moment Jiang Guanqing opened the package, an exceptionally strong stench of decay, mixed with the smell of blood, hit him.

The package contained several dead rats, their heads and bodies separated with rough edges, as if someone had slowly cut them apart with a blunt instrument.

"vomit……"

Jiang Guanqing staggered back two steps and fell to the ground. The foul stench wafted over, and Jiang Guanqing uncontrollably gagged.

When Jiang Ning and Jiang Huai saw what was happening on the screen, they jumped up and ran to Jiang Zhuo's side, punching him a few times.

Jiang Zhuo was thrown to the ground by the two men. His already swollen face turned into a large bruise, and his mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

Jiang Ning plopped down on top of the fallen Jiang Zhuo, pounding her fists on him repeatedly. Jiang Huai stood to the side, kicking Jiang Zhuo every now and then.

Jiang Zhuo was in pain all over from the beating, but thinking of what had just happened on the screen, he had no reason to fight back. He could only raise his arms to block Jiang Ning's attack.

Gong Bolin, Fu Chengyan, Yu Zheqing, and the others all had the same look in their eyes.

Jiang Yan clenched her fists, her eyes fixed on the screen.