Rebirth of the Illegitimate Son

Rebirth of the Illegitimate Son (Complete + 2 Side Stories) Author: Ba Ye Dang (Intelligent Optical Brain, Golden Finger, Satisfying YY)

[Content Summary]

In this era of relying on one's father, Zhang Xianyang was lucky enough to have one more father than everyone else. One was the foster father and uncle who, sixteen years ago, followed his mother's dying wish to adopt him and treated him with unparalleled kindness. The other was the biological father who, sixteen years later, showed up at his doorstep with a hidden agenda to claim his son.

Zhang Xianyang had always felt his life was smooth sailing, with more capital to rely on his father than anyone else. It was just a pity that in his carelessness, relying on his father turned into being sabotaged by him—and his biological father had even sabotaged his foster father's entire family...

Living his life over again, Zhang Xianyang swore to protect those who truly loved him and to remember his vow: beware of fire, theft, and your own biological father!

The pairing has nothing to do with the father; it is Big Brother X Third Brother, Zhang Muyang X Zhang Xianyang (Gentle, doting top vs. Proud, ill-fated bottom).

Content Tags: Wealthy Family, Aristocratic Clan

Search Keywords: Protagonist: Zhang Xianyang, Zhang Muyang | Supporting Characters: Many | Others: Rebirth, Intelligent Optical Brain, Golden Finger, Satisfying YY

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Chapter 1 (Bug fixing, not an update)

Pain, pain all over. His body was violently pressed against the dew-covered green grass. A large hand held his head firmly against the ground, and the damp, brownish-yellow soil stained half his face. His moon-white silk pajamas had been whipped into strips of rags, and bright red blood surged frantically from his battered body. His limbs had been shattered by iron rods as thick as arms, twisted into grotesque shapes. Even his slender, well-manicured fingers had been snapped one by one. The sharp tips of high heels stepped onto the back of his pale, soft hands, and the heart-piercing agony made Zhang Xianyang instinctively want to curl up.

Zhang Yu turned her slender high heels with deliberate slowness, looking down at the man covered in wounds before her. A look of gratification appeared on her delicate face. It was the relief of a long-suppressed emotion finally being released, the triumph of a scheme meticulously planned for years finally coming to fruition. Because it was so unrestrained, even her expression turned ferocious.

She crouched down with composure, putting as much of her weight as possible onto the foot stepping on Zhang Xianyang's hand. Watching Zhang Xianyang struggle instinctively from the pain, Zhang Yu reached out and grabbed his soft, smooth hair, forcing his face—which was overly exquisite for a man—to be exposed to her. Although this face was already half-covered in mud, and his forehead, the corners of his eyes, and his lips were beaten until they were bruised and swollen, the softness and refinement of his features were still visible. Zhang Yu looked at the semi-conscious Zhang Xianyang with a hint of jealousy and backhanded him twice.

Zhang Xianyang turned his head dizzily, fresh blood flowing from the broken wounds and staining his eyes, turning the entire world a bright red. Zhang Xianyang curled his body up weakly, his eyes wide with a dazed expression.

Zhang Yu used her sharp nails to carve lines into Zhang Xianyang's face. Watching the once fair and smooth skin slowly become covered in scars, no longer retaining its former refinement, she laughed with satisfaction: "Zhang Xianyang, look at you now!"

A sharp dagger pressed against his face, the tip exerting slight pressure to force out a round, bright bead of blood. The sharp blade followed the contour of his cheek all the way down to his slightly protruding Adam's apple, traced a U-shape, and returned to the right cheek. Then, it moved to both sides of his lips, drawing three bloody marks on each side.

"Big cousin always said you looked like a pretty little tiger. Now that cousin has drawn three whiskers for you, don't you feel more like one?"

Zhang Xianyang closed his eyes, not wanting to look at Zhang Yu's sinister, triumphant face.

Suddenly, a rush of footsteps came from the courtyard. Li Mobei, in his military uniform, and Li Jiangnan, in a suit, pushed aside the servants who tried to stop them and hurried forward. Seeing Zhang Xianyang under Zhang Yu's foot, the two men paused, clearly showing displeasure.

"Regardless of anything else, Zhang Xianyang is still of our Li family blood. Isn't this going a bit too far, cousin?" Li Jiangnan still wore a spring-breeze smile, but the coldness in his eyes and the grim tone in his voice slightly revealed his current irritable and chaotic mood.

Li Mobei's gaze, cold as an ice blade, dug fiercely into Zhang Yu. He then pressed forward, and Zhang Yu felt a pang of guilt, instinctively taking two steps back. The two Li brothers took the opportunity to help the fallen Zhang Xianyang up. Zhang Yu sneered in her heart, but said with a smiling face: "The reason Uncle and the two cousins brought this bastard back to the Li family was to find out the location of the Old Zhang Family's secret passage, wasn't it? Now that the entire Old Zhang Family has been wiped out, why are you two still putting on a show for this bastard—"

"Shut up!"

Li Mobei's face turned livid as he interrupted Zhang Yu, but the semi-conscious Zhang Xianyang had already understood. His pupils constricted, and he stared at the two Li brothers in front of him with wide, disbelieving eyes. Zhang Yu, standing to the side, laughed mockingly: "That's right. Everything you thought was fatherly love and brotherly affection was a scam meticulously planned for ten years. You're just a bastard born to a mistress; did you really think of yourself as a young master of our Li family? If it weren't to deal with the Old District Zhang Family and to find out the location of the Zhang Family secret passage, a piece of trash like you born to a mistress would never have stepped into our Li family—dream on!"

"However... to get the information out of you, Uncle and the two cousins patiently coaxed you for ten years. You, this wild seed, were worth it."

Listening to Zhang Yu's sarcastic remarks, Zhang Xianyang suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out. In his mind, the image of these two men leading troops to gun down his uncle's family, who had come secretly to pick him up, surfaced. He had previously found it incomprehensible; they were two families with such a good relationship, how could they be so heartless as to open fire? Why didn't they help hide his uncle's family? Why didn't they try their best to help clear the Old District Zhang Family of the "treason" charge? Why were they willing to kill his uncle right in front of him, and why didn't they consider his feelings at all?

They had clearly liked him so much before...

It turned out none of it was true. Was it that the Li family had been waiting for that very day all along?

Zhang Xianyang let out an exceptionally ironic laugh. The scenes he had once thought were warm and harmonious flashed through his mind one by one.

His father, who had already been married but deceived his mother, who was just starting college, into falling in love and getting pregnant...

His father, who knew of his existence but waited until he was fifteen to go to the Old District Zhang Family and say he wanted to take him home...

His father, who kept saying he was sorry to his mother while being completely submissive to him...

His two brothers, who were not born of the same mother but accepted him without any prejudice...

His stepmother's face, which was always aloof, peaceful, and gentle, yet would occasionally flash with mockery and pity...

His father's sighs, always leaving words unsaid, and his subtle complaints whenever he mentioned too much about his uncle's family...

Zhang Xianyang had originally thought his mother was a thorn in his stepmother's heart that could never be removed. That was why his guilty father didn't like him mentioning the past at his uncle's house in front of his stepmother, and so he had deliberately avoided mentioning it in the following years. However, his stepmother, his two half-brothers, and his stepmother's family had asked about it over and over again, so as time went on, Zhang Xianyang would occasionally say a word or two.

So, for ten years, the two brothers who took him out to play every time and then used curiosity about his uncle's affairs as an excuse to guide him to speak... were they actually plotting all along?

Zhang Xianyang felt his heart being squeezed tightly by someone; the pain of being schemed against by his family was like a sharp weapon piercing his heart and twisting incessantly. Zhang Xianyang felt he couldn't breathe, his mouth wide open like a fish gasping for air on the shore.

The fragments of his life over the ten years since returning to the Li family played in his mind like a movie.

Li Mobei, three years his senior, had followed Li Cunzhou to the Old District Zhang Family to say they were taking him back to the capital. His uncle refused, and Li Mobei and Li Cunzhou knelt in the Old Zhang Family's courtyard for an entire night. After arriving in the capital, it was Li Mobei who took him into the military to practice shooting; Zhang Xianyang's marksmanship, which never missed, was taught to him hand-in-hand by Li Mobei. At the time, all the cadres in the military region praised Li Mobei for his sense of the big picture and his ability to treat a brother not born of the same mother with such sincerity. Hearing this, Zhang Xianyang was so happy he couldn't find north, and for the next ten years, he followed Li Mobei faithfully, working like a horse or an ox.

Li Jiangnan, one year his senior, was a student at the same university. Because their ages were similar, Li Cunzhou had ordered Li Jiangnan to look after Zhang Xianyang when he first arrived in the capital. Thus, Li Jiangnan took Zhang Xianyang to every entertainment venue in the Four-Nine City. Everyone in the circle knew that the two Li brothers were inseparable, as close as one person.

Ten years...

Zhang Xianyang closed his eyes in despair. His mind was filled with images of these two men personally shooting his uncle and two cousins to death. That stormy, dark night, he had been locked in the attic, watching through the glass window as his uncle and two cousins climbed over the wall with people to sneak in. Before he could even feel happy, he watched helplessly as everyone fell silently. The cold rain, the cold corpses, and the eyes of everyone who died with deep grievances.

The Old District Zhang Family, slandered with "treason" and forced to "disappear," and all the brothers in the gang who died with grievances because of his mistakes. Whether Zhang Xianyang opened or closed his eyes, he could see his brothers covered in blood, staring at him with dark, hollow eyes. That sense of sin, falling into an abyss forever, would drive a person mad. The heart-wrenching pain of being betrayed by the people he trusted and was closest to was like an invisible hand constantly tearing at his soul.

Two lines of bloody tears slowly flowed from Zhang Xianyang's hollow eyes.

His sharp chin was gripped tightly, and Zhang Yu's contemptuous and disdainful words rang in his ears—

"Sad, aren't you? It was you who personally revealed the location of the Old District Zhang Family's secret passage, and it was through you that we were able to contact the rest of the gangs in the Old District and persuade them to work with us to deal with the Zhang Family. All those lives in the Old Zhang Family gang who died in vain... were all sent to hell by your own hands. You idiot."

"Why?" Zhang Xianyang's eyes were still fixed on Li Mobei and the other. His vision was already blurry, filled with the color of blood. The stench made even him feel nauseated. But he still stared at Li Mobei and the other, unwilling to give up. "I want to see Dad."

Li Mobei, who had been silent for a long time, said in a low voice: "Dad is very busy lately and doesn't have time to see you."

Zhang Yu, standing to the side, laughed loudly: "Don't dream. The Old District Zhang Family has finally been wiped out, and you have no more value to be used. Do you think Uncle will still be as submissive to you as before? An illegitimate son is an illegitimate son; always so disgusting, stupid, and unfit for the stage."

Zhang Xianyang's pupils suddenly contracted, and he asked with difficulty: "You brought me back to the Li family, not to let me acknowledge my ancestors, but just to deal with the Old District Zhang Family."

The two Li brothers turned their faces away, refusing to make eye contact with Zhang Xianyang.

Zhang Xianyang closed his eyes in resignation. He let himself be dragged out of the Kyoto Zhang Family by the two Li brothers, dragged back to the Li family, and locked in his room again.

The feeling of pain all over his body, even his heart twitching with agony, made it impossible for him to sleep peacefully. So, Zhang Xianyang got up quietly and opened the heavy curtains. There was no moon in the night sky, and the entire Li family was hidden in darkness, pitch-black everywhere, like a monster crouching in the shadows, waiting to devour people. Zhang Xianyang reached out and pushed the window open, and the cold night wind mixed with rain blew in. Zhang Xianyang's room was the highest building in the entire Old Zhang Family, about five stories high. Zhang Xianyang stood with difficulty on the balcony, which was shielded by railings, and leaned out, faintly seeing the hard granite ground below. Zhang Xianyang felt that if he jumped down headfirst like this, he would definitely smash his brains out and die completely.