Chapter 3

Professor Feng smiled, gently placing his hand on Fang Wen's chest, and said softly: "Then, let’s take a nap. Your parents may not want you anymore, but Professor Feng... no, my esteemed master, I will never give up on such an extraordinary talent as you!"

Fang Wen, who had been declared by the doctor to be destined to become a vegetative state, awakened from a pitch-black void. Before him was a haze, and he felt an overwhelming pain throughout his body, so intense that Fang Wen nearly fainted again.

With a gentle clap of her hands, Lin Zhi sneered, "So, what about that ugly man Fang Wen? Should he be made to live as a walking dead for the rest of his life? Let me make it clear: I will not spend a single cent on him." She said coldly, "This ugly man has already caused me to lose face among my circle of sisters; I will not spend a penny on him."

Is that woman, who has been indifferent to herself since childhood, seizing every opportunity to undermine her self-esteem and tormenting her spirit with all kinds of malicious and harsh words, her own mother

A pitch blackness

Fang Wen felt as if she were in a realm of darkness, seemingly lying on a tranquil body of water, her body gently rising and falling. The surroundings were very quiet, very serene, evoking a sense of warmth akin to returning to the womb

If I can't remember, then I can't remember. In a state of hazy consciousness, Fang Wen simply let go of this segment of memory

A sharp, thin voice emerged from the darkness: "Fang Zishan, you, you dare to hit me again? I will not let this go!"

Endless darkness

What comes next

The happy couple is discussing their opinions on how to handle the Fang Wen incident

In a desolate desert, a tender sprout has emerged, seemingly unattractive and comical; however, a patch of vibrant green sprouts is growing in the wasteland

The tall and robust Fang Zishan forcefully kicked the door shut, pointing at the woman in the hospital room and scolding, "Look at the good deed you've done! If Fang Wen dies, I will not spare you!"

"If you have the guts, go ahead and hit me! Don't be like the useless coward you were six years ago. I found myself a pretty boy, and you didn't even dare to make a sound. Now you need your paranoid son to help you vent your anger!" Lin Zhi raised her head high, looking at Fang Zishan with derision, and coldly said, "If you have the ability, try hitting me! Don't forget who is backing you for that project in Africa now!"

She coldly laughed and said, "Fang Zishan, you must understand, I will not allow you to touch me even a finger! You are truly too filthy." She raised her head high, looking at Fang Zishan with the gaze of a deity overlooking all beings from the summit of a sacred mountain, expressing her views on Fang Zishan in the tone of a saint announcing the death sentence of a demon

The automatic nursing device at the bedside emitted gentle warm breezes, softly drying Fang Wen's blood and tears

In the cool breeze, Fang Wen fell into a comfortable sleep

His soul is bound within this dark cage, with no hope of escape in sight

Fang Zishan finally lost his temper and slapped Lin Zhi hard across the face. The slender Lin Zhi was sent flying off the sofa by the tremendous force, landing awkwardly on the ground. Lin Zhi screamed hysterically: "You damned bastard, I will fight you to the end! You, you, Fang Zishan, are destined to have children without eyes!" Lin Zhi, filled with fierce courage, jumped up and extended her ten sharp claws, fiercely clawing at Fang Zishan's face. Seeing her pounce, it seemed she could easily claw out Fang Zishan's eyeballs.

Gradually, a faint bluish aura, barely visible to the naked eye, began to flow slowly from the pores of Fang Wen's body, and his hair gently floated in the wind

To avoid disturbing the guests, the doghouse's door is secured with a chain as thick as a thumb. However, it seems that the heavy padlock was forcibly twisted open by that boy

Soon, the external conditions maintaining this pitch-black prison will be severed, his body will perish, and his soul will rot in this darkness

Professor Feng, dressed in a blue robe, was placing a strangely shaped syringe into a metal box. Upon seeing Fang Wen wake up, Professor Feng revealed a warm smile, which, in Fang Wen's eyes, resembled the smile of a big bad wolf seeing a little white rabbit—a smile that was impossible to refuse, imbued with a strong allure.

A sense of emptiness enveloped Fang Wen, and he could no longer hear what his "parents" were saying. It was only the sound of the hospital room door being slammed shut by them as they left that once again "awoke" Fang Wen.

On the dark surface of the water, Fang Wen wanted to grasp the details of this memory, but he could never recall them.

Secretary Lin's gaze shifted slightly, and a few lines of smile appeared at the corners of her eyes. After bowing respectfully to Fang Zishan, she slowly exited the hospital room, carefully pulling the door shut behind her

Lin Zhi's eyelids twitched a few times as she plopped down onto the sofa in front of the bed, letting out a series of cold laughs. She glanced at the ceiling and then at the several pots of fresh flowers on the windowsill. After a moment, she finally spoke: "What’s the point of saying all this now? The doctor has already said that the vertebrae are completely shattered, and everything that can be broken is broken. The best outcome is a vegetative state. The elders from both families will be coming over soon; you should figure out how to explain this. After all, the doctor has said that the vertebrae are completely shattered, and everything that can be broken is broken. The best outcome is a vegetative state. The elders from both families will be coming over soon; you should figure out how to explain this. It was clearly stated from the beginning that only Fang Wen could take over all the assets of the Fang family!"

Lin Zhi raised her voice and sneered, "You, Fang Zishan, are finished! This responsibility falls on you. You have wronged your son! You spend all your time fooling around with that little vixen, completely neglecting your own son, who died in a car accident after racing out at midnight! You're done for! If my family cancels the guarantee for your project in Africa, oh ho ho ho ho!"

Is that ugly woman, who nearly went mad with fear when she rushed in with a fruit knife and stabbed wildly at her lover's body, my mother?

The voice of Linzhi, which represents Fang Wen's deepest nightmares over eighteen years of life, continues to echo in my ears. Alongside it is the voice of Fang Zishan, pure and dignified, yet devoid of any emotion, hollow and reminiscent of sugarcane residue that has been chewed a thousand times and then dried at high temperatures.

Professor Feng smiled with great charm, a charm that was very elegant, much like an ancient pine tree at the peak of Huangshan, exuding an exquisite grace within that charm

A vast expanse of white snow covers the ground, and heavy snow is falling from the sky. The courtyard of the Fang family is filled with esteemed guests, and the air is filled with a cacophony of voices.

The leaders of a few unruly youths, known as Golden Retriever and Rainbow Rooster, stood at the foot of the bed, looking pitifully at Fang Wen, who was lying comfortably. They murmured, "Young Master Fang, you must be quite at ease now, but we are in dire straits. A year of house arrest! With your excellent driving skills, how did you end up crashing at that inconspicuous turn? A year of house arrest! You absolutely must not die!"

Due to the limitations of experience, knowledge, and personal cultivation, Fang Wen's understanding is quite rudimentary, superficial, and hardly worth mentioning

Is the woman who, during my childhood, would beat me whenever anything went wrong, my mother?

Yet amidst the searing pain, a refreshing breath circulated around, extinguishing the flames wherever it passed, bringing a wave of comfort to the body

Fang Wen suddenly instinctively recalled the menacing face from his memory, and a vast expanse of bloodlight appeared before his eyes

In the darkness, Fang Wen's soul is floating

The ward door was opened quietly, and Secretary Lin, the enchanting assistant of Fang Zishan, cautiously walked in. Lin Zhi sneered, "Secretary Lin? Hmm? Secretary Lin! Fang Zishan, are you trying to take advantage of me like this? Huh? How can a grown man like you be so shameless?"

Hehehe! Lin Zhi laughed sharply, completely disregarding Fang Wen's injuries as he lay unconscious. He patted Fang Wen's chest forcefully and laughed, "Oh, Fang Wen, you are truly pitiful; you are merely a symbol for our two families' alliance! The Fang family has no good people, no wonder you were born looking like a hairless monkey; it's the poor genes of the Fang family!"

Not worth saving

When, in their eyes, has one ever had any value?

You have some nerve! Fang Zishan raised his right hand, poised to strike Lin Zhi's face.

The leader of the Iron Triangle, Long Shao, was only about seven years old at that time. How could he possibly unscrew that alloy steel lock, which was as thick as an adult's thumb?

Only in Long Shao and Wen Wen can one still feel sincerity and warmth

Lin Zhi's face turned damp and red. She cast a resentful glance at Fang Zishan and coldly said, "Then it's settled. I am pregnant and will give birth, which will likely cost me half a year's work time. My company in Shanghai will be without a leader for half a year, and you need to compensate me for the losses incurred."

After a few troubled youths shed a few drops of tears that were hard to describe, they left behind a pile of supplements and bid farewell to the two smiling individuals in the room before departing one after another

Then, it is the formation of the iron triangle, isn't it? The leader of the three, Long Shao, the younger sister of the trio, and Long Shao's cousin, Luo Wen. And then there is this superfluous individual, who always needs to be protected by Long Shao and cared for by Luo Wen, someone who should not exist in this world.

Did I say something wrong? Lin Zhi, with her red lips, forcefully turned her head to the side, mockingly lifted the skin tightly clinging to Fang Wen's bones, and coldly said: "Look at this face, and then look at me! How could someone as beautiful as I, Lin Zhi, give birth to such an ugly son? It would ruin my reputation if this got out! Isn't this a child of the Fang family?"

However, the urgency and anxiety reflected in his eyes, along with some complex emotions, were crystal clear to Professor Feng

The tall and slender woman, appearing to be in her twenties, dressed in luxurious and captivating attire, rolled her eyes and shouted, "What did you say? What did you say? Fang Wen has been following you all these years!" Her arrogance was palpable; although she was much shorter and weaker than Fang Zishan, she did not lose any of her imposing presence. She advanced step by step towards Fang Zishan, pointing at his nose and loudly berating him, "You can't even take care of your own son, spending all day fooling around with those vixens from the library. Now that he has had an accident, can you blame me?"

One knife, two knives, three knives... What is one doing with that fruit knife? It seems that one has stabbed a certain man fiercely with many knives, many knives.

Fang Wen wanted to speak, but he could not utter a word. Everything that could shatter within him had already broken; how could he possibly make a sound?

Fang Zishan's face twitched slightly, and his right hand clenched into a tight fist. Then, he slowly relaxed his hand. He glared at Lin Zhi and sneered, "Don't forget, if you leave the Fang family, the Lin family won't fare any better. Our two families cannot function without each other. If Fang Wen encounters any trouble, the relationship between our two families..."

On the wide hospital bed lies Fang Wen, a slender figure of less than 1.6 meters, appearing small and helpless. Usually indulgent and carefree, often referred to in his social circle as "Fang the Madman," Fang Wen, after shedding the mask he imposed on himself due to his injuries, now exudes a clean and fresh aura, reminiscent of the moss on a large rock in a tranquil summer valley.

Cold and lonely, only a dozen large mastiffs huddled around him, providing Fang Wen with a bit of comfort and warmth. He stared blankly at the brightly lit front yard ahead, which was his nominal home, yet had never truly belonged to him. Regarding the absence of the young master of the Fang family, Lin Zhi offered the excuse that Fang Wen had been sent away for treatment.

Fang Wen, lying on the hospital bed, clearly heard the conversation between his parents in the pitch darkness

A cold wave surged in Fang Wen's heart. Although his consciousness was somewhat drifting and his mind a bit hazy, he still clearly and resolutely told himself: "No, she is not. She is merely a processing plant for this flesh. Moreover, it is a factory that specializes in producing counterfeit and inferior products, with no sense of professional ethics whatsoever"

At this moment, he felt a profound sense of emptiness and clarity in his heart. Upon hearing his parents' judgment about him, Fang Wen reached a state of 'enlightenment' that many people yearn for.

This woman is Fang Wen's biological mother—Lin Zhi

However, after a scuffle, Fang Zishan and Lin Zhi, this happy couple who were busy tidying their attire, completely failed to notice the unusual condition of their son on the sickbed

So, what is it that provokes these memories of Ci and Ji?

Fang Zishan turned around and looked at Fang Wen, who was lying motionless on the bed. After pondering for a long time, he finally called out softly, "Secretary Lin"

Fang Zishan ignored Lin Zhi's provocation and commanded Secretary Lin with authority: "Go find the young master's attending physician. Hmm, no need to bring him over; just tell him directly that if the young master cannot regain consciousness in this state, and if it is deemed not worth resuscitating, ask him whether it would be more merciful to proceed with euthanasia instead"

Alright, it's all done now! Lin Zhi sneered repeatedly: "Look at this, a living dead... this responsibility, I wonder if it falls on me or on you? Both of our elders are aware that you and I are not on good terms; I went to Shanghai six years ago to manage my own business."

Not worth saving

The face with a sharp chin and prominent cheekbones no longer appears particularly unpleasant at this moment. With the deliberate harsh lines on his face removed, Fang Wen seems quite delicate, exuding a surprisingly captivating charm.

Mother's womb ... ... mother

Fang Wen, your foundation in classical literature is quite impressive, truly remarkable. Professor Feng knows several excellent traditional Chinese medicine practitioners overseas who can cure you. Would you be willing to be my student?

After the incident at the age of twelve, Lin Zhi moved out of the Fang family and completely became an outcast, a ghost drifting away from the world.

However, understanding is understanding.

Fang Wenxin harbored neither fear nor despair

It was a grand gathering. However, the young master of the Fang family, the future heir, five-year-old Fang Wen, was casually locked in the doghouse where the mastiff that guarded the Fang residence lived, under a pretext concocted by Lin Zhi. Lin Zhi did not want her son, who had been born with an extremely unattractive appearance, to meet the guests, fearing it would embarrass her. Fang Zishan also adopted a tacitly approving attitude towards this. Even if his son was locked in the doghouse, it was more important for the couple to appear harmonious in front of outsiders.

It is simply ironic. Fang Wen's time in the womb was tumultuous and unbearable. Drugs, alcohol, nicotine, and various harmful substances converged within his mother's womb; promiscuity and frenzied activities made Fang Wen's prenatal environment akin to a roller coaster of stimulation and addiction. Fang Wen's womb should not have been like this

"Very well," Fang Zishan said with equal malice, "I have no appetite for a second-hand car that changes drivers more than a dozen times a year. What you are doing is just right."

Is that woman, who while being intimate with her lover does not forget to use various lewd terms to describe and insult her own biological son, really my mother

Fang Zishan's two fists tightened again and again, the joints making a series of crisp sounds, and his pair of eyes seemed to spit fire. After a long while, he coldly laughed and said: "Who was it that went out to indulge in revelry while Fang Wen was pregnant, engaging in drug use, excessive drinking, and promiscuity? Was it me, or someone else?"

This shrew's voice, no, a voice a hundred times more unpleasant than that of a shrew, jolted Fang Wen back to consciousness. However, why was it that he had regained awareness yet could not sense his own body? Where was his body? Why was there only darkness before his eyes? Where was his soul floating? Was this the world after death?

Professor Feng smiled and reached out to unplug the power cables of several machines that were sustaining Fang Wen's life

"You provide the sperm, I provide the egg, and after medical screening, we will proceed with in vitro fertilization." Lin Zhi said in a cold tone, characteristic of someone with a medical doctorate, "After the in vitro fertilization and the synthesis of the fertilized egg, it will then be implanted into my body"

In order to secure Fang Zishan's power within the family and to ensure Lin Zhi's potential inheritance of a 20% stake in the future, they resolutely decided, after a brief period of consultation, to have another child

Not worth saving

One is a boy who is two heads taller than himself, and the other is a little girl who is a head shorter than himself. The two of them curiously greet Fang Wen, who is half-starved. What did they say?

Euthanasia. Am I, myself, about to die?

What the hell are you saying?" Fang Zishan shouted angrily, raising his voice.

Oh, this part of my memory is quite vague

Fang Zishan frowned, coldly gazing at Lin Zhi, and said in a somber tone: "Very well, a fair trade; neither of us shall take advantage of the other. I will compensate you for two months' profit at that time"

One is merely a tool, a bargaining chip, a sign to exchange for the wealth and status of 'parents'

Professor Feng smiled with satisfaction, nodding vigorously: "Wonderful, a once-in-a-thousand-years innate wind spirit body that connects all the meridians. It is indeed my good fortune."

A gentle and cool breeze seeped from Professor Feng's palm into Fang Wen's body. The howling of the wind echoed within Fang Wen's empty interior

The expressions of the man and woman in the ward changed immediately after these young people left

In the haze, what did Fang Wen see? Two figures drifting in a warm, radiant light.

What caused these memories that warmed Fang Wen, while also breaking his heart?

Fang Wen, lying on the bed, suddenly let two lines of faint red tears slip from the corners of his eyes

However, one year ago, Long Shao suddenly went missing. As for Wenwen, due to her feelings of inferiority and her yearning for love, she felt too self-conscious to approach this noble and mysterious thing. Fang Wen allowed her fragile heart to shatter into a pile of cheap crystal shards, quietly watching as Wenwen went to Vienna to pursue her childhood dream

Thus, the darkness was shattered, and a green light emerged within the shadows, as Fang Wen's soul gradually merged with his physical body

The haze before me gradually dissipates, and the scene becomes increasingly clear

Before me, many images are flickering, some of which are memories long thought forgotten, suddenly emerging from the depths of my soul

The woman, covered in blood, with a face ashen and twisted into an incredibly hideous and terrifying mask, curled up beside her, screaming hysterically—could she be my mother

These two sounds were almost enough to make one vomit. Fang Wen laughed in the darkness, and then, he cried

Fang Zishan looked at Lin Zhi with indifference and said gloomily: "Do not forget that whether you can inherit the 20% shares of the Lin family also depends on whether your son can become the master of the Fang family"

Everyone ignored Fang Wen's existence, even those servants, who forgot to provide him with even a little food and drink since he had been locked in the doghouse since noon. As night fell, the lights in the front yard became increasingly brilliant, and the guests, in high spirits, burst into peals of laughter. However, none of this had any relation to Fang Wen. The mastiffs affectionately licked Fang Wen's face, yet they could not bring any warmth to his heart, which was gradually turning into an ice block.

The luxurious ward, adhering to ultra five-star standards, has a multitude of complex instruments of unknown purpose occupying only a small corner of the room

With a smirk on her rosy lips, Lin Zhi coldly remarked, "Fang Wen was able to kill at the age of twelve; what a fine job you have done as a father?" She cast a disdainful glance at Fang Wen, who lay lifeless on the hospital bed, her beautiful eyes icy and devoid of any emotion. She said indifferently, "Ever since he did that thing six years ago, I have not regarded him as my son anymore."

Uh, is it because of this quiet, peaceful, and warm feeling? The feeling of being in the womb?

Lin Zhi pointed at his own nose and sneered: "Remember, the prerequisite for the cooperation between our two families was that only the child born to me could inherit the assets of your family. Aside from that, no matter how many illegitimate children you have outside, do not expect to take even a penny from your family."

Fang Wen's injuries, even now in 2015, are irreparable. Such a living dead person cannot become the heir of the Fang family, nor can he serve as a suitable bargaining chip for the two of them. Therefore, they have abandoned Fang Wen and decided to have another child.