Mr. He, the richest man, looked at Xia Chi, then at He Sihai.

Thinking of the countless romantic affairs he had in his youth.

I immediately empathized with Duan Zhengchun.

Could it be that he is also my son who was left behind among the people?

If this is really my son, even if my reputation is ruined in front of all the heroes in the world, I will never treat him unfairly! !

He Sihai's brows were twisted into knots.

Could it be that... we are half brothers?

But what is the Green Scale Seal?

Why don’t I have it?

Xia Chi was immersed in his own brainstorming, his eyes shining and his eyebrows dancing with joy.

【Finally, this day has come! 】

I can finally turn my back on people, put on airs, be greedy, act tyrannically, squander money, be idle, look down on everyone, be unreasonable, be ruthless, ignore my relatives, abandon my friends after they have done their work, be arrogant, repay kindness with enmity, be rich and unkind, and be sarcastic...

[Then post a message on WeChat Moments: I treat money like dirt!]

【Roar, roar, this is so cool!!!】

His gaze then turned to He Guiren.

【Dad, are you still missing a son? 】

[The kind that knows how to spend money! ]

[Grandson is also OK! ! ]

The light in He Guiren's eyes was instantly extinguished, and his face twitched slightly.

If it weren't for his inconvenient legs and feet, I would have gone over and hit him with a hammer.

He Sihai wanted to kick him, knowing that this guy was up to no good, so he suppressed his anger and hit him with his crutch.

"Don't keep me in suspense. What happened?"

"Oh." Xia Chi woke up from his reverie. "Can I ask when did you get this bruise?"

He Guiren rubbed his knees with his fingers, recalling the past.

"It happened three years ago. I missed a step at the office stairwell and fell down the stairs. I fainted on the spot. When I woke up, I had this bruise."

Xia Chi: "Chairman He, please think carefully about whether you had any conflict with anyone before you fell."

"conflict?"

He Guiren seemed to be suddenly enlightened.

"I did have a big argument with someone that day."

Who dares to have a big fight with He Shoufu? It should be He Zuyao.

Xia Chi pondered in silence.

He Sihai was a little anxious: "What's going on? Tell me."

"Ha, this... is nothing else but being hit by an evil spirit." Xia Chi replied: "To put it more clearly, I was cursed."

"???" He Shoufu was furious: "Who! Who dares to curse me?!"

Xia Chi: "Excuse me, where is your son He Zuyao?"

******

He Zuyao is in a mental hospital.

The reason why Xia Chi knew about this was not because he calculated it, but because it was exposed online by street photography videos taken by netizens.

This requires mentioning some recent news.

It was said that this fake young master had become arrogant and domineering under the protection of the He family, and had raised countless subordinates. Suddenly one day, all his black cards were deactivated and all his shares were frozen. Seeing that he could not get paid, his subordinates fled in a hurry.

Only then did Young Master He realize that his father was serious.

The remaining money was quickly squandered. The desperate Mr. He originally wanted to admit his mistake. Mr. He, the richest man, was willing to give him some respect because he had raised him. However, he would rather die than surrender. He became more and more aggressive. He went to the villa halfway up the mountain and started smashing things. He even beat his stepmother. Mr. He, the richest man, did not tolerate him and directly ordered his bodyguards to kick him out.

Young Master He had never suffered such an injustice before. His narcissism was frustrated and he was full of anger. On the way back, he was displeased with an old man passing by and beat him up, which aroused the anger of the onlookers. Several righteous passers-by handcuffed him and pinned him to the ground. The video was filmed and uploaded to the Internet.

In the video, He Zuyao was grabbed by the hair, with his nose and face swollen. Even when the police car arrived, he was still struggling like a tied pig, yelling: "My father is Li Gang (crossed out) He Guiren!!"

Uncle Hat was stunned when he heard this.

"Your father is Lady Qi, so you can't hit someone in the street."

He was detained for seven days for provoking trouble.

The key point is that the He family did not come to rescue the people, and even the old housekeeper did not show up.

He also spread the word: "The He family is not a place outside the law. The children of the He family must know the law and abide by it. If they make a mistake, they must accept the punishment of the law."

Decent and selfless.

The day He Zuyao was released from the detention center, he couldn't understand why the He family had abandoned him.

But her stepmother Li Shanshan, who always loved her, angered He Guiren for some reason and was hurriedly sent abroad, never to be seen again.

Only then did he realize how good Li Shanshan was, but it was too late.

Young Master He's defense was completely broken.

But He Zuyao is He Zuyao. After being drenched in the cold rain all night, he came to the same old villain conclusion:

"You are the ones who let me down!!! You are the ones who let me down!!"

He Zuyao had a new excuse and did something new and outrageous.

Burning in the street.

This time, he was not taken to the police station. People came directly from the mental hospital, tied his hands and feet, and dragged him to the mental hospital like a pig.

It was photographed again and made headlines.

The He family immediately held a press conference, showing their eldest son's diagnosis of mania, and assured everyone that he would not be released to harm others if he could not be cured.

The rotten fruit finally fell to the ground.

******

He Guiren brought He Sihai and Xia Chi to Jiang'an Mental Hospital immediately.

Behind the high iron fence is an old gray-white Soviet-style building. It is unknown how many years of history it has. Yu Pei was imprisoned here in the past. Now it is covered with tiles and repainted, welcoming new guests.

He Sihai stood downstairs in the mental hospital, gazing up at the cold building. The wind rustled through the iron bars, making a whimpering sound, like an unspoken longing. The woman who had given him life, whom he had never met, had spent her last lonely hours here.

He Sihai felt mixed emotions as he pushed He Guiren's wheelchair up the slope. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the sycamore trees, stretching the shadow of the wheelchair very long, like a tunnel leading to the past.

A nurse had already been waiting at the door, leading them to the hall. Soon, the sound of a cane tapping on the floor could be heard from the stairs. Director Zheng of Jiang'an Mental Hospital came down from upstairs. Seeing He Guiren, he smiled and said, "Chairman He, what a rare visitor! Long time no see."

The two knew each other several years ago.

He Guiren had let Yu Pei down, causing her mental disorder. He Guiren felt guilty about it, so he was willing to spend money to donate a small building in Jiang'an Mental Hospital and entrusted Dean Zheng to take good care of Yu Pei.

But Yu Pei still died of postpartum epilepsy.

When Yu Pei gave birth, Dean Zheng was waiting outside the delivery room. He witnessed the birth of the child and the entire process of rescuing the mother. He also witnessed He Guiren, who arrived late, holding the baby in his arms, at a loss with red eyes.

He thought the injustice was over.

But man proposes, God disposes. Decades later, Yu Peisheng's child was also admitted to a mental hospital...

The process...

Alas, it’s hard to put it into words.

The two old men hadn't seen each other for twenty or thirty years. Both had gray hair and looked dusty. One was in a wheelchair and the other was using a cane.

"Old Zheng, how come you are on crutches?" He Guiren sighed.

Dean Zheng pushed up his glasses, his eyes curved into two crescents behind the lenses. "It's the pot calling the kettle black. Aren't you in a wheelchair too?"

"We are old, we are all old!"

The two exchanged pleasantries and went to the elevator next to them to go up to the second floor.

Facing us is a row of heavy iron gates, and further inside is another security door, as if there is some ferocious monster locked inside.

The staff member guarding the door pressed his fingerprint on the fingerprint lock, and the security door slowly opened. In front of it was a whole wall of explosion-proof glass, one-way transparent, allowing a panoramic view of the ward.

Although it is called a ward, it is no different from a five-star hotel, with leather sofas and luxury appliances. However, upon closer inspection, the scene is shocking. The surface of the sofa is full of scratches, the walls are full of potholes and dents, and all the appliances show signs of being smashed.

He Zuyao was trapped in this ruin that had been rebuilt over and over again. With long hair and wearing a hospital gown, he looked like a dusty statue.

Perhaps he heard the noise outside, but He Zuyao slowly raised his head, his cold gaze sweeping over his messy hair, as dark as an abyss that swallowed the soul.

【Has the Jixia ghost revealed its true form? 】

Xia Chi looked away, feeling a chill on his back.

"Young Master He's condition has improved considerably." Dean Zheng's voice was a little hazy. "When he was first admitted... he had severe manic and antisocial tendencies, and was quite aggressive..."

He didn't dare describe the thrilling details in detail - how He Zuyao broke the three-finger-wide restraints, how he inserted the tranquilizer needle into the doctor's arm, how he messed around with the chair, how he made several nurses cry, and how many times he slapped the dean himself.

"Now, with the help of medication..." Dean Zheng stole a glance at He Guiren's expression, his voice gradually lowering: "He can already carry out basic social activities."

He Guiren nodded expressionlessly and said silently, "Treat it according to the rules."

Dean Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still a little confused.

That day, Chairman He suddenly called him and asked him to bring a few strong male doctors to tie up He Zuyao, who was causing trouble in the street, and take him to a mental hospital in front of everyone.

At that time, Dean Zheng secretly speculated that this was just a crisis public relations tactic commonly used by wealthy families to calm public anger. After the storm died down, the prince would be secretly taken back.

For this purpose, he even specially prepared a VIP ward and provided special meals every day.

Unexpectedly, no one in the He family cared about this matter anymore. The monthly medical fees arrived on time, but there was not even a visitor call.

He came here in person suddenly today, and I don’t know what he means.

He Guiren didn't seem to want to stay here any longer. He took a look and went downstairs.

"Director Zheng, why do the nurses and doctors here all seem to be lame?"

When they walked to the yard downstairs, a good-looking young man next to He Guiren suddenly spoke, pointing at the staff passing by.

Dean Zheng didn't take it seriously and said casually, "Ha, maybe it's cloudy."

You're not imitating me.

"Hmm, it seems so." Unexpectedly, Chairman He also showed concern for this matter: "That one, that one, and that one, they are all lame. Dean Zheng, can you call those people over?"

"Huh?" The dean was a little confused: "...Why did you call me here?"

Chairman He: "Look at the legs..."

Dean: “!!!!”