Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The biting wind swirled through the alley, making the thin paper in Qin Huairu's hand rustle.

The glaringly bold black characters on the notice looked like a rusty saw.

Again and again, it cruelly ripped at her already battered nerves.

"Complications of post-traumatic cerebral hemorrhage..."

"Severe brain nerve damage..."

"His intellectual capacity has irreversibly declined, and he is unable to fully take care of himself."

Every word was like a heavy hammer blow, slamming into Qin Huairu's chest.

They shattered her last remaining hope!

Stick stem.

She was born after ten months of pregnancy.

She is the only son of the Jia family, the only hope for the rest of her life!

He actually... turned into an idiot?!

Qin Huairu felt dizzy and her vision blurred.

His legs gave way and he collapsed onto the cold snow.

Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision and the notice that sentenced the Jia family to death.

"No...this isn't real...my stick..."

Qin Huairu murmured in despair, like a walking corpse whose soul had been drained.

He stumbled to his feet and shuffled towards the central courtyard.

Push open the drafty, dilapidated wooden door of the Jia family's house.

A strong smell of mold and Chinese medicine wafted over.

The room was dimly lit and as cold as an icebox.

Madam Jia was wrapped in a tattered, patched quilt, huddled in the corner of the heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove), groaning softly.

She couldn't bear to spend money to get her finger treated at a good hospital because it had been ruined by a mousetrap.

It is now severely deformed, swollen like a purplish-red carrot.

Hearing the door open, Jia Zhangshi's cloudy, triangular eyes suddenly lit up.

"Huai Ru! Did the juvenile detention center send a letter?"

"Is our terrier's injury any better? When can it be reattached?"

Jia Zhangshi leaned out impatiently, looking at Qin Huairu with hopeful eyes.

Qin Huairu didn't speak, she just stood there like a wooden statue.

Tears streamed silently down her pale cheeks.

With trembling hands, she handed the crumpled notice to Jia Zhangshi.

"What...what does it say on this?"

Although Jia Zhangshi was illiterate, her heart skipped a beat when she saw Qin Huairu's grief-stricken appearance.

An extremely ominous premonition instantly enveloped my entire body.

"mom……"

Qin Huairu's voice was hoarse beyond recognition, filled with a suffocating despair.

"The hospital and juvenile detention center have notified us."

"Last time, Bang Geng... his head was hit too hard by that rock, and he lost too much blood..."

"The doctor said he damaged his brain nerves and was left with sequelae of a cerebral hemorrhage."

Qin Huairu bit her lip, almost forcing the rest of her sentence out of her throat.

"Bang Geng is now... a big-headed doll with a mental disorder."

"The doctor said that his intelligence... is probably not even as good as that of a three-year-old child."

boom!

This sentence.

Like a thunderbolt from the heavens, it struck Jia Zhangshi directly on the top of her head!

It shattered her already fragile heart!

"What...what did you say?!"

Jia Zhangshi's eyes widened instantly, becoming larger than copper bells, her eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets.

She stared at Qin Huairu in disbelief, as if she had heard the most absurd joke in the world.

"Big-headed doll? Idiot?!"

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

As if she had gone mad, Jia Zhangshi snatched the notice from Qin Huairu's hand.

It tore at the paper frantically, instantly shredding it into tiny pieces that scattered across the ground.

"My eldest grandson, Banggeng, is the smartest and most clever child in the courtyard!"

"How could he possibly become an idiot! You're lying to me! You jinx, you're lying to me!"

Jia Zhangshi roared hysterically.

The sound was shrill and piercing, like the cry of an owl.

However, no matter how much she tried to deceive herself, the truth was undeniable.

The hospital's official seal and the juvenile detention center's inkpad cannot be faked.

Despair, like a tidal wave, completely overwhelmed this once arrogant and wicked woman from the compound.

"ah--!"

Jia Zhangshi let out a heart-wrenching scream.

She suddenly tilted her head back and frantically slapped her thighs with both hands.

"Heavens above! You're going to wipe out the Jia family's lineage!"

"My bright and clever grandson! How did he turn into such a big-headed idiot!"

"Dongxu! Open your eyes in the afterlife! Our family is finished! Utterly finished!"

Jia Zhangshi rolled around frantically on the kang (a heated brick bed), crying so hard that her face was covered in snot and tears.

The scene was so tragic that it brought tears to the eyes of anyone who saw it and saddened anyone who heard about it.

But in those tears, how much was out of heartache for his grandson, and how much was out of grief for his own future, with no one to care for him in his old age?

Only she knows the truth.

Qin Huairu stood there blankly, watching her mother-in-law throw a tantrum on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Looking at Jia Dongxu's faded black-and-white portrait on the wall.

Then look at my hands, calloused from years of hard work.

She suddenly felt that the air in the room was so cold it could freeze a person's bones.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Dongxu is dead, her mother-in-law is crippled, and now even her only hope, Banggeng, has become an idiot.

This home has completely turned into a bottomless black hole.

A grave that can only slowly rot in pain and despair.

Qin Huairu felt a rush of blood to her head.

She could no longer bear the successive devastating blows.

My legs went weak.

With a "thump," he fell heavily onto the cold, muddy ground.

She gripped her hair tightly with both hands.

In despair, he repeatedly banged his head against the cold brick wall beside him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dull thud echoed through the deathly silent room.

"Oh God... why are you tormenting our family like this!"

"What did I do wrong?!"

Qin Huairu's mournful cries echoed in the cold wind, revealing a utter despair born of utter heartbreak.

but.

In this courtyard house filled with scheming and intrigue.

What goes around comes around.

This is not fate, it is cause and effect.

If only they hadn't tried to seize Zhang Huaimin's house and hadn't schemed against that five-year-old orphan.

If Banggeng hadn't been instigated by Jia Zhangshi to steal chickens and dogs and smash that window with gravity-bound rebound...

How could they have ended up with their families destroyed, their lineage cut off, and no descendants?

It's just his own fault.

The screams of the Jia family did not elicit any sympathy from the other neighbors in the courtyard.

Everyone just silently closed the door.

He silently warned himself.

From now on, you can mess with anyone in this compound, but you absolutely cannot touch a hair on the head of that living ancestor in the east wing.

That's not human, that's a god who can bring down divine punishment!

At this time.

It is located more than ten kilometers away from the courtyard house.

Inside the top-secret scientific research institute, in the No. 1 classified laboratory.

The atmosphere here was completely different from the gloomy and desolate atmosphere at the Jia family's residence.

Inside the warm, sterile greenhouse, various high-precision instruments and equipment flashed their indicator lights.

Zhang Huaimin was wearing a specially made small white hazmat suit.

He was holding a magnifying glass.

He was standing in front of an experimental culture tank filled with black soil.

Those eyes, clear as water yet deep as an abyss, were fixed intently on the culture tank.

There.

There lay quietly a pile of dusty, extremely shriveled, and even moldy things.

Rice seeds!

Zhang Huaimin looked at these unremarkable seeds.

She slightly raised her beautiful eyebrows.

The corner of the mouth.

A meaningful and ambitious smile slowly crept onto his face.