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"What's so good about that? Xiaokong is still so young. He's a high school student—what kind of job could he possibly find? At most, he'd hand out flyers or wash dishes. The sun is blazing outside, and his skin is so delicate. Can you bear to let him suffer like that?"

"Grandma, aren't you underestimating me a little? Is handing out flyers and washing dishes all I can do?"

Of course not.

Grandma was deeply troubled. With that brat's face alone, people had approached him on the street over the years for everything from children's clothing ads to recruiting him as an idol trainee—never mind all that, even the little incidents of students fighting over him at school had gotten the old couple summoned by teachers hundreds of times. Apparently, the snacks in his desk drawer never ran out, so there was no need to worry about him starving. For certain people, even if he chose to live off someone else, those lining up to feed him would still form a massive queue... What was the world coming to? People just weren't what they used to be!

Raising such a heavenly grandson had made the old couple worry even more than when they raised his mother.

If it were that little chubby kid from the Sun family, then fine, let him work part-time while studying. If he refused to go, they would beat him until he did. But if it was Li Zhikong, could they really dare to let him loose? They were afraid he would harm others, but they were also afraid others would harm him. Sigh.

"Anyway, just stay put. If you have time, learn a few more things. You can make money later..."

Stay put?

I'd love to stay put.

Li Zhikong was utterly helpless. If it were not for that damned Rabbit Spirit Bloodline, what a decadent, comfortable summer vacation he could have enjoyed! He could lie around at home every day, have clothes brought to him and meals served to him, and stay there until the two of them broke down. They would get sick of him after one more glance.

Unfortunately, he had to engage in Dual Cultivation every few days. Otherwise, one morning when he woke up, the two of them might delightfully discover, "Oh my, why has our grandson grown rabbit ears?"

The world was truly unpredictable. Li Zhikong had never imagined there would come a day when he would be crying and begging to become rich through honest work.

After arguing with Grandma for ages and pulling Grandpa in as an ally, he finally managed to obtain a provisional "you can give it a try" pass.

"It has to be a proper job, like tutoring."

"No problem!"

I wonder if Young Master Lu needs a tutor. Teacher and student, ahem... With his head full of filthy thoughts, Li Zhikong returned to his room and sent Young Master Lu a WeChat message.

Little White Rabbit: I heard you're looking for a tutor?

Carrot.Lu: ?

Little White Rabbit: What do you think of me?

Carrot.Lu: ...

They really had no chemistry at all!

Fine, chasing after someone never ends well. Young Master Lu was probably in sage mode right now, all cold and utterly unenthusiastic. There were at least three days until the next heat anyway. Things would work themselves out when the time came; he could always grab someone then.

Li Zhikong tossed aside his phone and happily went back to sleep. Meanwhile, Lu Yuan was nearly driven to a nervous breakdown by those incoherent messages: What tutor? What does "what do you think of me" mean? Did he send it to the wrong person? What exactly is that horny rabbit trying to say? Why isn't he replying anymore?

He even opened a browser and searched questions like [What does it mean when someone wants to be your tutor] and [Why won't someone reply to WeChat messages]. Unfortunately, aside from answers suggesting he was being strung along, the results were flooded with tutoring job ads. Young Master Lu had such a headache that he closed them all.

Asking his friends for advice?

Forget it! Those bastards were useless except for watching him make a fool of himself. Asking them would only make him angrier.

Unable to settle down amid all the chaos, Young Master Lu simply took a cold shower. It did leave him feeling refreshed, but unfortunately, he had overestimated his physical constitution.

The next day, his mother, Ms. Wang, came to see him. She had originally planned to complain that his bastard father had another illegitimate child, boohoohoo, why was her life so miserable... It had become routine anyway. Every few days, Ms. Wang would come do this. Yet when people told her to divorce him, she refused. Even someone as ruthless as Young Master Lu could do nothing about his own mother.

The moment Ms. Wang saw her son, she was horrified. "Oh my God, did some female demon suck you dry? Why do you look so awful?"

She immediately forgot her original intention of complaining about Lu Mingyu.

What did a scumbag husband matter compared to her son?

Ms. Wang felt the same way. "I know you inherited your father's genes, but if you're going to imitate him, at least do it properly! How many women has that old bastard kept? He's over fifty, yet he still looks positively radiant, and illegitimate children keep popping out one after another! Now look at you—dark circles under your eyes and pale lips!"

She suddenly slapped Lu Yuan on the back. His legs went weak, and she nearly smacked him straight onto the floor.

"Look at you, look at you! How old are you? And you're already weak in the knees! I haven't even held a grandson yet!" Ms. Wang's voice was incredibly loud, and her fighting spirit was so fierce that it was hard to believe she was the same wealthy resentful wife who had once been obsessed with complaining.

"Mom, say a little less..."

Lu Yuan sneezed twice in a row, feeling as though his head were about to split apart.

"Why should I say less? I'm going to lecture you!"

"Mom only has you..."

"I know exactly what this is. If this isn't excessive depletion of your energy, then what is?"

"Your body is the foundation of everything. If you keep abusing it like this, those little brats will laugh themselves to death!"

"Which little vixen bewitched you so badly that she doesn't know any restraint..."

"Tell her she can forget about ever entering the Lu Family..."

"You need to build yourself back up immediately. If you damage your foundation, it'll be a disaster..."

Lu Yuan was nearly driven to hang himself by his own mother's nagging. After finally seeing off that female Tang Monk, he thought the world would be peaceful from then on. But reality told him that his days of suffering had only just begun.

His mother, Ms. Wang—a wealthy lady who had never touched so much as a drop of dishwater—actually began cooking nourishing, kidney-warming soup for him herself.

After making it, she would bring it over and lovingly demand that he drink! Every! Last! Drop!

Didn't she have any idea how terrible her cooking was?!

Lu Yuan was utterly despondent. Life had become impossible.

After two days of this, not only had his complexion failed to improve, but his cold symptoms had actually grown worse.

Ms. Wang finally did not dare continue torturing her son. She came up with a new method—