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Even worse, when news of his death arrived, several of the major upper-class families were holding a grand reception. A number of the ladies were thrown into a panic on the spot—some cried, some screamed, some fainted. The most dramatic was the pregnant young mistress of the Qin Family. The beauty wept in utter grief, clutching her belly as she collapsed to the floor, and went into premature labor that very night, delivering a monkey-like baby boy. When the nurse came out to offer congratulations, Mr. Qin had just arrived and was standing beneath a fluorescent green nightlight. The look on his face... even now, many people still shudder when they remembered it.

That was truly fucking incredible. According to incomplete later statistics, more than twenty women at Bai Jinxiao's funeral qualified as his surviving partners—that was, women who had enjoyed intimate relations with him. Naturally, that included Mrs. Qin, who had borne a child for love. And he had only been in the city for a year and a half, while still attending classes and working part-time. That efficiency, those methods... honestly, every man in the city ought to thank that truck driver who drove while fatigued. Otherwise, who knew whether they might one day end up like Mr. Qin, inexplicably sporting a lush green hat?

Mr. Qin, with his verdant green hat, went mad for quite a while. In the end, for the sake of his eldest son, he did not drive his wife and her bastard child to ruin. He merely divorced her.

The former Mrs. Qin suffered three great disasters in a single night: the sudden death of her true love, the discovery that she was merely one member of his vast harem, and being thrown out by her husband after their affair was exposed. Her reputation was utterly ruined, and life became impossible. As soon as she finished her confinement period, she hooked up with a foreigner preparing to return overseas, waved her sleeve, and bid farewell to that chilling place of heartbreak.

The two sons left behind were handled separately. The elder son, six years old at the time, remained with the Qin Family as their young master. The younger was handed over to his maternal grandparents: if they wanted to raise him, they could give him a meal; if not, they could send him to anyone they pleased. Whatever happened, happened. Sayonara.

Yes, Li Zhikong was that younger son whom no one cared what happened to.

Unlike the wealthy and splendid Qin Family, the Lis were all intellectuals. Li Zhikong's maternal grandparents had spent their lives teaching and educating others. They had only one precious daughter, the former Mrs. Qin, whom they had devotedly raised, only for things to end like this. Fortunately, the elderly couple were in robust health; otherwise, the blow might have sent them straight to heaven on the spot.

At first, whenever they looked at their grandson Li Zhikong, the old couple felt as though a bone were stuck in their throats. They could not bring themselves to love him, yet they could not bring themselves to hate him either. What could a baby possibly understand? Was it not simply that his parents had sinned in a previous life... After agonizing over it for days, they grew more distressed the more they looked at him. In the end, they found an infertile couple and gave the child up for adoption.

But guess what happened? Less than a year after the adoption, that couple miraculously became pregnant!

The pregnant woman suffered terrible morning sickness and could no longer spare attention for the adopted son. They did not say they wanted to abandon him, but the old couple were bound to him by blood. How could they stand by and watch their own grandson suffer? So they took him back and gave him to another family.

And here, Li Zhikong's bizarre luck had to be mentioned.

He changed foster parents three times as a child. Every one of them had been declared infertile by the hospital. Yet the moment he arrived—well, within two years at most and a few months at least, they were guaranteed to receive good news!

By the end, even his grandparents were speechless. The saying went that nothing happened more than three times, yet Li Zhikong was already nearly five. He was adorable as a carved pink jade doll, his brows and eyes carrying the shadow of his bastard biological father. Cheerful and fond of laughing, within days of returning home, he had conquered every child his age in the neighborhood, even sparking several miniature wars of "jealous rivalry"...

Most astonishing of all, the little brat seemed to be born knowing how to settle "harem disputes." The whole helpless-femme-fatale routine did not exist with him. Within days, the warring parties had shaken hands and made peace, united around him as they played house together.

After his grandparents personally witnessed their extraordinary grandson play the groom and marry several brides one time, then play the bride and marry several grooms another time... and somehow harmoniously accomplish the feat of several people consummating their marriage, they could no longer sit still.

No wonder they said dragons gave birth to dragons, phoenixes gave birth to phoenixes, and rats' sons knew how to dig holes!

If they let him run wild, in another dozen years he would become another sinful Bai Jinxiao! How many innocent young girls would he ruin? Could their consciences bear it?

Besides, anyone with eyes could see that, given how wildly Bai Jinxiao had carried on back then, even if a truck had not descended from the heavens to collect him, he would not have come to a good end once one of his affairs was exposed.

Mr. Qin alone would have torn him apart alive!

They could not do anything about Bai Jinxiao, but this one was at least their own grandson.

His grandparents secretly resolved that they had to discipline him properly. Whether he became successful could wait; this view of courtship, where he wanted to have it all, had to be corrected!

When his household registration was transferred back, the old couple also changed their young grandson's name.

Form was emptiness, emptiness was form. By the most straightforward understanding of ordinary people, Zhikong meant abstaining from lust. Whether they believed in the mystical power of words or the scientific concept of "self-hypnosis," they only hoped that hearing his name often enough would make the little brat rein in his supernatural abilities and become a fine socialist youth of the Five Stresses and Four Beauties.

On the hospital bed, Li Zhikong rubbed his chin and thought it had really been hard on his father to serve as his negative example for more than a decade. That image was even more depraved than a living sex demon. From the very start of puberty, it had made him especially nervous. He had specifically bought himself a ruler and measured his dick every few days to see how it was developing and whether he felt unusually aroused. He had even found several psychological test forms online to monitor whether he was becoming a pervert, whether he had any urges to commit crimes against women.

It was quite miraculous. Li Zhikong was not merely unaroused; he was practically a saint, a Buddha. While boys his age were restless like grasslands welcoming spring, he remained composed and tranquil, without the slightest worldly desire. Get a girlfriend? What girlfriend? Was studying not enjoyable enough, or exercise not satisfying enough? A girlfriend would only slow down the speed at which I drew my sword!

His grandparents had been moved to tears. Look, this was the power of education!

...The hell it was the power of education!

After reviewing the inherited memories that had appeared in his mind, Li Zhikong painfully offered his biological father an apology.

It turned out he simply had not come of age yet.

Little white rabbits were fucking adorable, harmless to humans and animals alike. Who would have known that beneath the surface, they were such lewd creatures!

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