The Counterattack of the Reborn Playboy

Arguing, arguing, the never-ending sound of arguing in my ears.

If it was from parents, then the quarrel would be dominated by Xia Linlin's one-sided screaming.

If it was her and those strange men, then the conversation would revolve around money.

Zhao Quyang threw away the textbook in his hand and lay down on the desk expressionlessly, wondering when did their family become like this?

His room doesn't seem to have changed in any way, but he hasn't gotten a new toy or a new dress in the past year. An invisible thick layer of ash, even time has stood still.

By the way, it was after Dad's accident that their family became like this.

Many things have changed. The father who used to be healthy, had a hearty laugh, and could let him easily ride on his neck is now paralyzed on the bed, his body is gradually shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he has become very pitiful.

As for Xia Linlin, she has undergone earth-shaking changes long ago.

The color of the clothes is too bright, and the makeup on the face is getting thicker and thicker.When she started to bring strange men to the house frequently, and forced herself to call them uncle, the sight of many people in the community on Zhao Quyang made him feel ashamed.

But the most unbearable thing was her neglect of herself.

She couldn't hear her crying, and she couldn't see the strange eyes of those strange men looking at her.

They said that they were prettier than little girls, and they would gently put their hands on their faces or shoulders while talking.

Their actions would give Zhao Quyang a creepy feeling. When he backed away unconsciously, Xia Linlin who was standing next to him would sneer, and sometimes even when she saw him cry, she would scold herself loudly. Said: "Zhao Quyang, even if you cry to death here today, it may not have any effect."

Her eyes were full of viciousness and despair. It was only at this time that Zhao Quyang remembered that she had said countless times that she and her father were her burdens, and they were the ones who blocked the happiness she deserved.

Thinking of this, Zhao Quyang quickly stopped his crying, or he had already learned a certain lesson from his previous experience, just like Xia Linlin said, crying can't solve any problems.

Gradually, he stopped crying, and at the same time he didn't want to call Xia Linlin's mother anymore.

"Zhao Quyang, I have something to go out, remember to cook later."

After saying this, Charlene, who was well dressed, closed the door of her room violently.

It was almost time for lunch, Zhao Quyang got up and went to the kitchen to cook after hearing Xia Linlin's voice of leaving.

He is less than 12 years old this year, and he has learned to do all the housework when other children of the same age are still nestling in the arms of his parents and acting like a baby with them.

It's only a year.

He remembered that when Xia Linlin taught him to cook at the beginning, he once accidentally cut his hand while cutting potato chips. When the potatoes were red on the chopping board, Charlene pushed him away impatiently, and after sweeping all the potato chips he had cut into the trash can, she said: "Why are you so stupid?! Why even such a simple thing Can't even learn?!"

The school he went to was not bad. When he entered school, the school gave all freshmen an IQ test, and his IQ was nearly [-].

It's a pity that a high IQ can't bring back Xia Linlin's care and love for her, nor can it bring back her father's healthy body and their once harmonious family.

Just when Zhao Quyang pressed his wound hard and began to cry silently, Xia Linlin, who had already cut a potato, turned her head with a sneer and said, "The children of the poor have long been in charge."

Then she swept the cut potatoes into the trash can again, handed over the kitchen knife and said, "Go on."

The blood on the wound was still bleeding, time and time again, Zhao Quyang was forced to grow up by Xia Linlin in such a way.

Bringing the prepared rice porridge and two stir-fried vegetables into the study room, looking at his father lying on the floor, Zhao Quyang gently pushed him awake and said, "Dad, it's time to eat."

Ahhhhh, Zhao Quyang felt that his father was about to lose the ability to speak, together with his health and the dignity he once had.

But Zhao Quyang didn't look down on him, he just thought he was pitiful.

He is obviously a high-achieving student who graduated from a prestigious university, but because of his dull personality, he has gradually changed from a serious engineer in a construction company to a quality inspector on a construction site.

Thinking of what Xia Linlin had said to him, Zhao Quyang made a decision in his heart very early on, thinking that he would never become like his father in the future, and he wanted to be a master.

For more than a year, Zhao Quyang was actually taking care of his father, cleaning his body, cooking for him, and talking with him.

But even so, the long-term bedridden father still has a lot of bed sores.

Firstly, Xia Linlin refused to visit him in this study, and secondly, she had to attend class.

Bed sores look horrible, starting as large blisters where the skin can fester if left untreated, accompanied by a sickening stench.

Thinking of the money spent in the hospital last summer because of his father's bed sores and Xia Linlin's constant curses, Zhao Quyang wiped his father's body clean again, and then put two pillows on his shoulders and legs to keep him lying on his right side.

The weather was getting hotter, and he had no appetite to eat. When his father fell asleep, he gave him a sympathetic look, and then closed the door.

There is a brokerage company called Lan Yu near my home, and there are often many well-dressed stars coming out there.

Zhao Quyang also wants to be a celebrity, because he heard that celebrities make a lot of money, and sometimes he also wonders if one day he makes a lot of money, will their family be back to normal.

But even though he's just a kid, he knows his dad won't last much longer.

He often comes here on weekends when he has nothing to do.

Today he saw the kind uncle and his son again.

His son is not like himself, he is well-dressed and good-looking, but he often pouts his mouth and looks very unhappy.

Zhao Quyang had seen such expressions on the faces of his classmates before, thinking that he must be the kind of child spoiled by his parents.

This made him slightly envious, thinking that he would be that uncle's son.

A year later, my father passed away quietly on the floor of the study. That day he heard Xia Linlin's hysterical laughter first, and she began to cry bitterly while laughing.

When Zhao Quyang left his unfinished homework and ran to the study room, he first saw Xia Linlin lying on the floor, and then his father who had no signs of life on the floor.

His eyes were wide open, as if he was unwilling to die.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Quyang felt a lot of pity for him again.

Thinking that he is dead and he is still alive.

There are many possibilities for my future.

During that time, he often read a lot of legendary novels that fascinated him. Those people's backgrounds were similar to his, and they also experienced a lot of hardships, but they were smart, and in the end, because of an adventure, they would all succeed.

After thinking this way, Zhao Quyang wept silently. At that time, he felt relieved, but more of a sense of loss and confusion.

I thought that if my father hadn't had an accident, or if he hadn't been so young, he might not have disappeared from this world so pitifully.

"Why are you crying? Why didn't you die with him? Why did you stay here to drag me down?!"

While speaking, Xia Linlin slapped him on the head like crazy, Zhao Quyang couldn't take it anymore, he screamed and rushed out of the so-called home that almost suffocated him day and night.

He didn't go back that day, and he didn't go back the next day and the third day either.

He once thought that if Xia Linlin came out to find him, no matter how she treated him in the future, he would still treat her as his mother.

But no, even though he wandered around the neighborhood for four days, she never came out to find him once.

Thinking that she might have been thinking about how to get rid of herself early in the morning, Zhao Quyang had a slightly bleak smile on his face.

The little money on his body was about to run out, and when he unconsciously walked to Lan Yu again and saw the car of that very kind uncle again, he remembered the legendary stories in those magazines he had read.

There were many fears in his heart, but what frightened him even more was when he returned to that home and saw Xia Linlin's fierce face again.

It took him two days to figure out what to say, and when he saw the royal blue car in the office building near Lan Yu on the third day, he gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

After the dizziness passed, it was the man who rushed down nervously. At that time, Zhao Quyang thought in his heart that everything in the book was correct, and he would die and survive.

Things went more smoothly than he imagined, or that uncle named Zhou Zhili was kinder than he imagined.

He believed his own lies, adopted himself, and then brought him into his Zhou family.

When he knew for the first time that he was going to meet his son Zhou Yifan, whom Zhou Zhili called the Demon King of Confusion, he actually had a lot of expectations in his heart.

But when he saw the way Zhou Yifan looked at him, he no longer had any affection for him.

Thinking that he is also Zhou Zhili's son now, why should he treat him like this?

There is also the contempt and disdain of others, he has really suffered.

For the next few years, he watched with cold eyes, watching Zhou Yifan become a real dandy from a young devil king. Apart from spending a lot of money and doing mischief every day, he was left with Zhou Zhili who used various methods to get angry and almost vomited blood.

Gradually, Zhao Quyang, who had changed his name to Zhou Chuxun at this time, had a new idea. Zhou Yifan was a mud that could not support the wall. Even if Lan Yu was handed over to him, he would probably lose him within a year or two. Lost.

In this case, wouldn't it be better for him to inherit Lan Yu?

Zhou Yifan's behavior became more and more excessive, and in the end, Zhou Zhili, who was in a hurry, kicked him out of the house.

The desire in his heart will become a terrifying shadow covering him at a certain period of time, he can feel it himself, and maybe others can too.

Zhou Zhili was not as pure and honest as he imagined, or because he was too proud and accidentally said the wrong thing, which aroused his vigilance. During the push and push, Zhou Zhili was pushed down from the second floor by him.

Seeing Zhou Zhili lying headfirst in a pool of blood, Zhou Chuxun suddenly felt that God was on his side after being panicked.

If Zhou Zhili hadn't rolled down the stairs in that posture, he wouldn't have died that day, and he was alone at home at this time, and his only son had already been kicked out of the house by him.

The panic in his heart quickly turned into excitement and excitement. Zhou Chuxun stood at the stairs and looked down at Zhou Zhili's body.

Thinking that the only warmth and kindness in his heart had all disappeared from him with his father's death, and the way the neurotic Charlene treated himself made him feel grateful at this time.

He was only a little older than Zhou Yifan, but compared to Zhou Yifan who was still a child at this time, when he was 12 years old, he already had an adult in his body.

He can pretend and calculate, and when Zhou Yifan is reckless and extravagant, he is studying hard and arming himself with knowledge.

Zhou Zhili was kind-hearted, but this kindness harmed him and his son Zhou Yifan.

Based on Zhou Yifan's daily behavior and the incidents he caused in the past few days, he lied to everyone that Zhou Zhili had died suddenly from a cerebral hemorrhage because of his anger, and then cremated him hastily because Zhou Zhili's body looked too miserable.

His many years of disguise had an amazing effect at this time, and everyone regarded him as Zhou Zhili's illegitimate son, so those who used to respect Zhou Zhili's character all pointed their finger at Zhou Yifan.

Even Zhou Ting and Zhou Yunjin who are known for their shrewdness.

The sudden death of Zhou Zhili made Zhou Yifan completely another person, the proud look on his face gradually disappeared, he became taciturn, and his whole body was filled with a kind of bottomless sadness.

It's a pity that it was too late, that was the only feeling Zhou Chuxun had when he saw him.

But Zhou Yifan didn't seem to be as vulnerable as he imagined. Although he had lost everything and fell to the bottom, Zhou Chuxun always felt that a new kind of power was gradually bursting out of him.

He became patient and learned to pretend like him, and no matter how he hit Zhou Yifan, he was like a cockroach with tenacious vitality.

This kind of Zhou Yifan made Zhou Chuxun secretly afraid. He even felt that Zhou Yifan might achieve something in the near future.

At that time, if he knew the real cause of Zhou Zhili's death, he might make his own life worse than death.

Fortunately, even though Zhou Yifan has started to grow, the arrogance and stubbornness in his bones have not been completely eliminated.

His pressing step by step forced him to openly challenge him, which also gave him an excellent opportunity.

After breaking Zhou Yifan's hands and feet and telling him the truth, seeing Zhou Yifan's unbelievable expression and his suddenly red eyes, Zhou Chuxun felt a sense of elation.

To this world, he once felt the unfair fate, and all those who despised him.

Four days later, Zhou Yifan died under the surveillance of the people he sent, and his death was miserable.

Hearing the report from his subordinates, Zhou Chuxun had a bright smile on his face.

Although when he dreams back at midnight, he will always dream of Zhou Zhili who suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him, who was lying in a pool of blood, and Zhou Yifan, who was crawling towards him with snakes, insects, rats and ants all over his body, but this is the price he got for all these things. .

For what he already has, whether it's fear or slight guilt, he can bear it.