The Yao Family

# Chapter 7 - The Yao Family

Zijing Villa in the West City, seventy-two luxury mansions.

Although many people knew that the riverside avenue in the expensive BJ District was a wealthy enclave where the rich gathered, the Zijing Villa complex in XC District was where truly powerful families made their homes.

Laid out by a Feng Shui Master, the seventy-two mansions each commanded their own feng shui advantages, and there was an unwritten special rule here—without the unanimous consent of all villa owners, no amount of money could buy your way in.

That single rule alone eliminated the possibility of riffraff mixing in.

After passing through the security checkpoint at the complex entrance, three Mercedes cars drove straight to Villa No. 69 of Zijing Villa.

A middle-aged beautiful woman hurried out of the villa, rushing toward the young man stepping out of the car.

"Bing Bing, you're finally back. Aunt Qing, go fill the bathtub with hot water, throw in some pomelo leaves so Bing Bing can wash away the bad luck, and then prepare a bowl of pork knuckle noodles." She had been watching from behind the floor-to-ceiling windows for a long time, finally waiting for the Mercedes that had picked up her son from the detention center.

Aunt Qing the housekeeper quickly acknowledged and went to make arrangements.

Yao Donghu, who had set aside his business at Dongling Auto Company to return home, watched the mother and son walk in. He set down the newspaper he was holding with a heavy thud and snorted coldly: "A doting mother spoils the son. Xuan Jing, you can't let Bing Bing keep causing trouble anymore. Time and again—one day it won't be containable. Next month, he's going to Canada. If he doesn't stay there for two years, don't even think about coming back."

Yao Bing's father, Yao Donghu, had received advance word that the Seventh People's Hospital had issued a psychiatric diagnosis report, which finally let him breathe a sigh of relief.

It meant his son could use the mental illness pretext to escape legal punishment. From here on, it was just a matter of paying compensation.

"Heisha, you've worked hard!"

Yao Donghu nodded to the Bodyguard captain who had escorted his son to and from the hospital.

The idea of faking mental illness for Yao Bing had come from the lawyer, but the actual coordination required these Bodyguards to arrange things.

Xie Heisha showed no trace of arrogance or self-congratulation, speaking respectfully: "Young Master Bing performed very well. We didn't do much."

"That kid still has some moves when it counts." Yao Bing's mother, Xuan Jing, was beaming, looking at her son with doting affection: "Mentally ill people aren't punished for killing—he finally dodged that bullet."

Patients with polio, epidemic meningitis, and other neurological disorders were collectively and unjustly caught in the crossfire!

After getting out of the car, Yao Bing still wore a wooden expression, letting his mother Xuan Jing pull him along.

Seeing his son still playing dumb, Yao Donghu frowned, put on a stern face, and barked: "We're home now, what are you still pretending for? Who are you pretending for? I had to throw my own face on the ground and let people stomp on it just to save your sorry hide."

Although someone had once arrogantly said that the law was meant to be trampled on.

People who said things like that were quickly taught to turn over a new leaf.

To exploit a loophole in the law, the Yao Family had paid a huge price, barely managing to secure this opportunity for a psychological evaluation.

But Yao Bing's nonchalant attitude made Yao Donghu, as his father, furious.

"Bing Bing, apologize to your father quickly. Be good from now on, understand?"

Xuan Jing patted her son on the back.

Yao Bing only gave Yao Donghu a faint glance, showing no reaction.

"What? Still refusing to repent?"

Yao Donghu's eyes widened, displeased with his son's defiance of his discipline. He was about to shout harshly.

Bodyguard captain Xie Heisha's expression changed, as if he sensed something off. He walked up to Yao Bing.

"Young Master Bing! Young Master Bing!"

On the way back from the Seventh People's Hospital to Zijing Villa in the West City, Xie Heisha had vaguely felt that Yao Bing wasn't quite right—he had remained silent like a wooden dummy.

He had assumed the young master was being shrewd, showing no cracks at all, but even at home he was still like this. No matter how you looked at it, it was starting to raise questions.

Xie Heisha called out more than a dozen times, but Yao Bing's reaction was flat—he wouldn't even open his mouth. It wasn't just him; even Yao Bing's parents, Yao Donghu and Xuan Jing, noticed something was wrong.

"Bing Bing, say something. What's wrong with you?"

Xuan Jing began to panic. She would rather her son be stubborn and talk back than be in this dazed, lost state.

Suddenly, Yao Bing jolted, screaming in terror.

"Snake! A huge green snake! Help, help!"

In his eyes, he could see massive green scales in every corner—that terrifying serpent was hiding right beside him.

Yao Bing stumbled, tripped over a chair, and fell flat on his face, but as if feeling no pain, he still struggled, scrambling and crawling toward the villa's front door.

"Stop him!"

Yao Donghu finally couldn't take it anymore. The Bodyguards swarmed in and blocked the shouting, screaming Young Master Yao.

"Doctor, go find a doctor."

Xuan Jing snapped out of her daze and finally came to her senses.

Half an hour later, Yao Bing, tightly bound in bedsheets, writhed and screamed on the bed like a maggot.

After an initial diagnosis, the community Doctor who had been urgently summoned shook his head and said: "Young Master Yao has suffered severe psychological trauma. He'll likely need long-term treatment."

The community Doctors stationed on rotation at Zijing Villa in the West City all came from provincial-level top-tier hospitals. Their words carried the same weight as authority. Although he wasn't a professional psychiatrist, anyone could see that Yao Bing's current state was wrong.

"Bing Bing, how did this happen?"

Xuan Jing wiped her tears. She could confirm that her son Yao Bing had been perfectly fine—how had he suddenly gone mad?

Psychological trauma wasn't easy to treat. Even if it was temporarily cured, there was always the possibility of relapse.

What's the difference between this and actual insanity?

He'd clearly just been using mental illness as a pretext to escape legal punishment, but never expected the act to become reality—he'd actually driven his own perfectly fine son crazy.

Mindful of how loyal Bodyguard Captain Xie Heisha had been all these years, Yao Donghu suppressed his anger and asked, "Heisha, what exactly happened to Bing Bing? What did he encounter to suffer psychological trauma?"

Even though his boss hadn't raised his voice, Xie Heisha still felt a chill run through him. He said in a low voice, "Boss, Young Master Bing was fine when he came out of the detention center. It wasn't until the hospital..."

Xie Heisha seemed to suddenly recall something, his expression shifting slightly.

"The hospital what?"

The bodyguard captain's change in expression didn't escape Yao Donghu's notice, and his tone carried an invisible pressure.

"At the hospital, the young master once screamed like that, but he quickly returned to normal. I thought..."

Xie Heisha felt some regret. Young Master Bing had shown signs of abnormality back then, but he hadn't taken it seriously, and now it had flared up.

"Go get the evaluation report. I want the detailed version."

Yao Donghu didn't take his anger out on the bodyguard captain over his son's situation. He knew Xie Heisha didn't have the means to do something like this, nor would he collude with outsiders to harm Yao Bing. Offending the Yao Family meant there was no escape, even to the ends of the earth.

Something unknown must have happened to turn Yao Bing into this.

"Yes, Boss!"

Xie Heisha knew this was a chance to redeem himself and hurried off to make arrangements.

Fifteen minutes later, a printed copy of the detailed evaluation report, physiological data fluctuation charts, and the full recording of the diagnostic session were placed before Yao Donghu.

"Please, have a seat. Relax, just treat it like a casual chat."

"There's a million in this card. As long as you write a few words, it's yours."

"So much money!"

"If you don't give me this report, I'll, I'll..."

"Snake! Snake! A big snake!"

"There's no snake!"

"You're at home, lying in bed, dreaming..."