Sweetie, sleep with me tonight.

"What text message?"

"Are you still playing dumb?!" Zhao Yuan's tone was cold and sharp. "One year ago, my phone suddenly disappeared. Did you take it and hide it?"

He asked Zhao Fei to look for it, but Zhao Fei said he couldn't find it.

Zhao Yuan wanted to report the card lost and get a new one, but Zhao Fei always made excuses to delay and refused to process it for him.

His health was deteriorating, making it impossible for him to travel far on his own. In addition, he had no savings to buy a new mobile phone, so the matter was put on hold.

If He Zhuo hadn't asked him just now, Zhao Yuan would have thought he had lost his phone himself.

Zhao Fei readily admitted, "That's right, I did take your phone."

Zhao Yuan asked in surprise, "Why did you do that?"

"Why?" Zhao Fei sneered. "Because Chi Kuo has gone back on his word and refuses to give us the money!"

Zhao Yuan vaguely guessed what was going on: "So the anonymous gentleman who has been donating money to our family all these years is Chi Kuo?"

Back then, the drug lord's gang was destroyed by the police, and their father, Zhao Hai, died, leaving only the two brothers in the family.

Their hands and feet are disabled, and they are unable to work. They can only lie in bed like useless people and need to be taken care of, which makes their already poor families even worse off and leaves them with no hope.

Fortunately, the local government understood the situation and provided Zhao Yuan with a minimum living allowance. Kind-hearted people in the community, seeing their plight as minors, also extended a helping hand.

Among these people, a man named "Anonymous" has been donating 20,000 yuan to him every month in his own name.

This donation lasted for nine years.

Every month, the other party would transfer 20,000 yuan to his card.

These 20,000 yuan became Zhao Yuan's only life-saving money.

Zhao Yuan wanted to thank this man in person for saving his life, but the man always declined.

Because of this money, Zhao Yuan received excellent care and attention.

Not long after, Zhao Fei suddenly dismissed the caregiver and took over the caregiving himself, saying that this would save the money for daily living expenses.

Seeing that he was taking good care of him, Zhao Yuan agreed.

However, their lives did not improve after dismissing the caregiver; instead, they became increasingly impoverished, eventually unable to afford even vegetables and forced to subsist on steamed buns and pickled vegetables.

It wasn't until now that Zhao Yuan realized something was wrong.

During the confrontation between the two brothers, Zhao Yuan learned that Zhao Fei had become addicted to drugs.

He used all the money that Mr. Wuming gave him each month to buy drugs.

The two brothers had their first major argument.

In the end, Zhao Fei repeatedly promised that he would quit and would never use drugs again. Zhao Yuan had no choice but to forgive him.

Since then, Zhao Fei has indeed performed very well, spending his monthly allowance on the proper things.

Until a year ago, the anonymous gentleman suddenly stopped donating to their family.

Upon hearing this news, Zhao Yuan didn't think much of it. After all, the other party had no obligation to help him for life, and he couldn't accept help from others with a clear conscience for the rest of his life.

But Zhao Fei didn't think that way. He was used to having 20,000 yuan in his account every month without doing anything.

Now that the other party has suddenly stopped giving them money, they have lost their livelihood and their quality of life has plummeted.

Zhao Fei was very angry and often blamed the other party, cursing them for not paying him.

Only now did Zhao Yuan understand Zhao Fei's complaints.

"That's right, it was him." He smirked. "Brother, all these years of nursing care fees for you haven't been a small sum. If it weren't for him paying, do you really think our family could afford your medical treatment and your high quality of life?"

The dignified life of paralyzed people is built with money.

"If it weren't for Chi Kuo paying, you would have died long ago from serious complications caused by inadequate care, brother!"

Zhao Yuan gritted his teeth: "You knew all along that Mr. Wuming was Chi Kuo?"

"Yes, I found out in the second year of his donation. Do you know why he suddenly stopped giving us money?" Zhao Fei half-squatted down, reaching out to fiddle with his sleeve, "It's because he found out that the money he gave us wasn't being used for you."

"So you stole my phone and used my name to send those vicious messages to Chi Kuo, threatening him?!"

"Yes! It's his fault for refusing to give us any more money! If he had given us even a little, even ten thousand, we wouldn't be in this situation!"

"If Chi Kuo continues to give you this money, he's practically condoning your drug use. Do you think that's possible?" Zhao Yuan laughed in anger. "Don't even mention him; even I wouldn't support a drug addict with money!"

"Zhao Fei, do you really think I'm that stupid as to not know that you secretly transfer half of my money every month?"

However, he didn't take much, and since he had indeed taken good care of him, Zhao Yuan chose to turn a blind eye and didn't expose him.

Unexpectedly, this only fueled his appetite and made him take it all for granted.

"Why?! I take such good care of you every day, why can't I take this money?"

"Chi Kuo owes me nothing, nor does he owe the Zhao family anything! He has chosen to donate to me all these years out of consideration for our long-standing friendship, but that is not a reason for you to keep demanding from him!"

"Isn't this what he should have given you?!" Zhao Fei said, his face full of resentment. "If he hadn't led you through that alley, would you be in this state? Let me tell you, this is what he owes the Zhao family!"

"If it weren't for that money, would you still take care of me?" Zhao Yuan knew him well. "Zhao Fei, you wouldn't! You only care about money, and you only care about whether you have enough money to do drugs!"

"Zhao Fei, give up on that idea! From today onwards, you won't get a single penny out of Chi Kuo!"

Zhao Fei's expression instantly turned cold: "Brother, do you know that you're always protecting him?"

"Zhao Fei, I know what you're thinking. But I'm warning you, don't get any funny ideas. If you threaten Chi Kuo or try to get money from him, I won't be polite!"

Zhao Fei sneered, grabbed his collar, and lifted him from the wheelchair: "I'd like to know why you're being so rude to me?"

"With my life."

Zhao Fei's expression changed slightly: "Are you threatening me?"

If Zhao Yuan were still alive, Zhao Fei would still have a chance to get some money from Chi Kuo.

But if Zhao Yuan dies, Chi Kuo will have no more worries, and it will be almost impossible for him to get the money.

"I'm just reminding you."

Zhao Fei sneered, "Want to die? Fine, I'll grant your wish!"

After saying that, he pulled Zhao Yuan into the house.

Zhao Yuan struggled desperately, but without hands and with his body too weak, he was no match for Zhao Fei's strength as a normal, healthy man.

He dragged his body into the house, his half-leg scraping against the ground.

The door slammed shut, and a vicious fist came crashing down on him.

Zhao Yuan had no way to resist and could only endure his beatings.

Zhao Fei punched and kicked relentlessly, venting all his frustration and anger about life on his body.

Head, face, abdomen...

Every part of his body was subjected to inhuman beatings.

The metallic taste in his mouth was intense, and Zhao Yuan vomited blood, collapsing to the ground.

His eyes were stained red with blood, and his memory seemed to return to that dirty, damp cellar.

A strong stench of blood permeated the darkness.

Zhao Yuan's breathing became heavy, and he once again felt the sensation of being on the verge of death.

Zhao Fei cursed, ransacked the man's body of all his money, and swaggered out of the house.

The door opened, and moonlight rushed in. He had just felt a glimmer of light when it was quickly swallowed up by endless darkness.

Zhao Yuan tried to get up, but his whole body was in too much pain. Every movement aggravated his wounds, and the intense pain almost destroyed all his willpower.

Just when he was about to give up, the door was kicked open with a bang.

The bright moonlight shone in again and fell on him.

He lay in the light, his vision gradually clearing, and he saw the man striding towards him.

His mouth was slightly open, his voice weak and faint, like a mosquito's buzz, but he still desperately called out the name that had sustained him for ten years—

"Late...included".