Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

perhaps.

Ultimately, Chen Ming's thoughts were just imagining things. He had written some novels in college and had the ability to think outside the box.

In that short distance, I could already picture the scene of him showing off and getting slapped in the face... What? You're actually a miracle doctor who saved the patriarch's life?

√

Although he wasn't a miracle doctor, he only used a little of his power. Mr. Gu was no longer the head of the family; he was ousted by Gu Qing and was now retired. But that's roughly the gist of it.

It was a bit awkward.

Chen Ming chuckled and scratched his head as he thought about it. Of course he wouldn't do such a thing. Even if Gu Qing's parents disliked him, he wouldn't say anything.

At most, Gu Qing can just throw them out...

Kidding.

When dealing with people he dislikes, Chen Ming usually just ignores them and doesn't bother to get involved and make everyone unhappy.

Hmm... but some people say that this kind of passive-aggressive behavior is more hurtful and will never give you a chance to repair the relationship, which is actually worse...

This is what my older sister said.

One of her demands of him was that he never give her the silent treatment and that she must speak up if she was dissatisfied with anything. But she was overthinking it; how could he possibly have any complaints about her... at most, he felt that her doting on him was a bit excessive.

stomping on...

Holding her little dog in one arm and holding onto the stair railing with the other, she followed Gu Qing down the stairs and met Aunt Bai at the top of the stairs.

Aunt Bai's complexion has improved a lot in the past two days. The wrinkles on her face have disappeared, and she seems to have relaxed and become several years younger.

She wore a well-fitting brown dress with a white lace shawl draped over it, her hair tied up. She looked up at Gu Qing, who was coming downstairs, her expression brightening slightly, but then hesitated when she saw Chen Ming behind her.

Finally, he bowed his head slightly to Chen Ming and said—

"Mr. Chen Ming."

"Ok?"

Mr. Chen Ming?

He paused slightly, looking at Aunt Bai, wondering if his tone had become a little awkward. Was it too polite for an elder to call him "sir"?

He probably used to tell Aunt Bai to just call him Chen Ming, right?

This is...

Chen Ming glanced at Gu Qing, who seemed oblivious to the problem, and said—

"What do you want?"

It had a rather aggressive tone.

She stared at her mother, genuinely worried that the two of them might say something inappropriate, like telling Chen Ming to back down.

This is quite possible, after all, Chen Ming is just an ordinary person (seriously).

However, even if he were just an ordinary person, regardless of whether he actually had many secrets, once Gu Qing was convinced of this, she would not tolerate others saying anything inappropriate.

Aunt Bai looked at Gu Qing, her body stiffened slightly, her gaze lowered, and she said—

"I wanted to call you down for breakfast; it's already prepared at the restaurant."

Gu Qing wanted to ask something more, but Chen Ming gently patted her hair, trying to calm her down. This was really troublesome; couldn't this family just talk things out when they met?

Chen Ming felt somewhat helpless. His family was very harmonious, and everyone was happy together... But spoiling him rotten didn't seem like a good thing... They were going to spoil him rotten.

Aunt Bai stared intently at Chen Ming's hand resting on her daughter's head, their affection obvious to everyone. And Gu Qing, whose unyielding nature was undeniably calmed down immediately under his soothing words.

A hint of surprise flashed in Aunt Bai's eyes.

As expected...

As Gu Qing felt his touch, her tough attitude softened, and she became docile in his hands.

He looked at Aunt Bai, seemingly bothered by his touching Gu Qing, and slowly lowered his hand, smiling as he said—

"Hello, Aunt Bai, is Mr. Gu alright?"

"Yeah, it's okay now."

Aunt Bai nodded, looked at him, and said—

"Thanks to you."

It seemed like just a polite remark? But Chen Ming felt something was off. Looking at Aunt Bai's expression, he couldn't tell what was going on.

It feels like it's watertight.

"Come with me."

Aunt Bai gestured towards the restaurant, and then led the two of them there.

The large villa sounded somewhat empty with only the footsteps of three people. This was understandable, as the Gu family was small to begin with, and this was a house they didn't live in often; apart from the cleaning staff, hardly anyone came.

Chen Ming looked at the high ceiling, so empty and devoid of human presence that he always felt a bit cold. It wasn't just the environment that was cold, but the feeling itself.

He still prefers to squeeze into a small house with the pretty girls, seeing each other all the time, and sleeping close together.

Hmm... now that you mention it, it sounds like he's a pervert...

Or, to be more confident, remove the "seems like".

Perhaps he's just not very ambitious. Living happily with the person he loves, spending all his time together, is enough for him. A house that's too big would only make him feel lonely.

Lucifer understood this well, so when she expanded the house, she didn't change the layout or add more rooms, but instead placed a "Trial Bed" in one of the large rooms.

It was enough to kill him.

Pain and happiness.

He ignored the kidney's protests and acquiesced to the situation because he felt from the bottom of his heart that the happiest thing was for everyone to sleep together tightly.

He was very afraid of being alone, so he wanted to warm himself with the body heat of his wives.

Isn't this good?

This is good.

They arrived at the restaurant. Actually, Chen Ming had never been here before. After all, the villa was so big that there was no need to go all the way to eat; it would have been fine to have it delivered to his room.

Thinking about it carefully, he really was "kept hidden away" by Gu Qing, though of course, there was also his own reason for not wanting to go out for a walk.

He also has a "Dongyi" side to his personality.

Who isn't a lazy dog ​​at heart? (With self-righteous indignation)

Once inside the restaurant, it was indeed very large, and it was set up with long tables like those in Western restaurants, so it took some time to walk from one end to the other...

At the other end of the room sat a middle-aged man with graying temples, wearing glasses and looking at his phone, seemingly reading a book with lots of text.

What do successful people look at?

There's always a group of people outside who say that upper-class people read this or that book, believe in this or that thing, and that they never look at their phones while reading, blah blah blah.

This at least proves one thing wrong: rich people aren't stupid; with phones being so convenient, why would they insist on carrying a brick-sized book to pretend to be sophisticated?

Chen Ming couldn't help but feel curious.

His gaze sharpened slightly; even from a distance, he could still make out the contents…

Does it look familiar?

Chen Ming's expression suddenly froze.

I blurted out something without even realizing it—

"Grass."

Chapter 655 Social Death

It's like seeing a ghost.

Chen Ming was sweating profusely, looking like he had seen a ghost, as if he were seeing Dong Yi studying at the computer desk in disbelief.

I almost cried out.

That's how terrified I was.

What do families like the Gu family usually read? Newspapers? News? At the very least, popular classics like the Four Great Classical Novels.

Why……

Why is Mr. Gu looking so serious now, as if he's studying some profound literature, while reading an online novel?

No, no, no, it's not that you can't watch it. Even if you're interested in this kind of thing, it's not strange. After all, martial arts novels were very popular with our parents' generation, and our grandparents also considered them to be a waste of time and energy.

Wuxia (martial arts) has now become a classic.

It can only be said that history is cyclical; good things will always shine through the test of time.

But... the problem is...

It seems that what Mr. Gu was reading was that dark history novel he wrote before...

Chen Ming looked at it carefully again, and when he turned to a certain section of the page, he suddenly closed his eyes, looking as if he couldn't bear to look at it.

I remember an author once said...

Chen Ming wanted to write a novel that his family could read... He didn't understand it before, but now he deeply understands the bitterness behind it.

Would you dare let any uncles or aunts you know, besides your best friends, even glance at what you've written? Can you imagine what kind of earth-shattering execution that would be?

It's one thing for girls to throw themselves at you, but sometimes there are even some suggestive scenes, and it's even possible that a certain plot or character is based on a specific person...

hiss……

Chen Ming gasped, sweat pouring down his forehead.

It’s over.

It's all over.

This account seems to be useless now, I should just kill myself and create a new one... If I had a choice next time, I would definitely never write a dark history novel again.

Chen Ming twitched his lips, feeling his blood rushing backward and his hands and feet turning ice cold.