Tomb raiding: Those who achieve immortality all have tattoos.

"Once you get there, don't test Chen Yan. Just stay put. The longer you stay in the Chen family, the more time the Wu family can catch their breath."

"Also, pretend you don't know anything about your third uncle's matter. Don't ask Chen Yan about it, and don't look for the third brother in the Chen family."

Wu Yiqiong lowered his eyes slightly and said calmly, "The third brother is definitely not in the Chen family."

Wu Xie frowned and looked at his father: "Dad, you... all these years, you've actually been paying attention to the Nine Gates' affairs, haven't you?"

"right."

Wu Yiqiong directly admitted: "I have cleared my name, but I am a member of the Wu family, and I am the head of the Wu family."

Wu Xie's smile was more like a grimace, his eyes filled with sorrow as he looked at them: "So, having me was all planned long ago, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

Wu Yiqiong looked at Wu Xie: "Is there anything else you want to ask? Ask it all at once, I don't have time to comfort you, Wu Xie."

"The Wu family now is like a hand on the edge of a cliff, about to lose its grip on the rope, and you are that rope."

Wu Xie took a deep breath, ignoring the guilt and pity hidden in his mother's eyes, and walked past them: "I'm going to the Chen family. Dad, take good care of Grandma and the Wu family."

After Wu Xie passed him, a barely perceptible trace of sadness flashed in Wu Yiqiong's eyes.

This is his child, his only child.

How could he not feel sorry for him?

But as a member of the Wu family, he had no other choice.

Wu Yiqiong looked at Wu Erbai: "Second brother, leave the family to me. You go and deal with the problems at Warehouse Eleven. Remember, the dead stock area of ​​Warehouse Eleven must never be exposed."

"I understand, I'll go right away."

Wu Erbai turned and left. Wu Yiqiong looked at his wife beside him and said, "Are you tired? If you are, go back and rest for a while."

"I'm going to check on Mother, you go ahead with your work."

After getting into the car, Wu Xie bit his lip, looked out the window at the Wu family's old house, his eyes stinging, and a huge sense of powerlessness swept over his whole body.

He dared not think about what his father had been thinking all these years.

His purpose was to carry out the plan.

He was born as part of the plan.

He felt like a tool his father used to fulfill his obligations as the eldest son of the Wu family and the only one in the family to clear his name.

He was born to provide a convenient tool for the ambitions of his grandfather and second and third uncles.

Wu Xie's eyes were red and he couldn't hold back any longer. His tear ducts were sore, and hot tears slid down his cheeks.

Wu Xie leaned against the car window with one hand, buried his face in his arm, and trembled uncontrollably.

for a long time.

Just as Wu Xie was gradually calming down, a voice suddenly came from beside him: "Have you cried enough?"

"I'm a germaphobe, you should wipe it down."

Wu Xie was startled by the familiar voice. He slowly turned his head to look at the unfamiliar man in the driver's seat and asked in shock, "You, what are you doing here?"

He stuffed the paper into Wu Xie's hand, started the car, honked the horn, and drove away from the Wu family's gate.

Old Nine said calmly, "Given your special circumstances, Brother Yan was afraid you would die on the way, and the Chen family would not only have to take the blame but also harm our Chen family's employees. So he sent me to pick you up."

"I will send your parents back and take you home."

Wu Xie wiped his face haphazardly, looked at Lao Jiu, but didn't ask anything, just quietly looked at Lao Jiu.

Lao Jiu didn't look at him, but calmly said, "You want to ask me if we already knew about these things."

"right."

Wu Xie looked at Lao Jiu with a complicated expression. Lao Jiu said, "That's right, we knew all along."

Looking at the road outside, Lao Jiu calmly said, "Wu Xie, compared to me, your life is better."

"Was my fate predetermined?"

Wu Xie chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Really? Then tell me how bad your life is."

Old Nine said calmly, "I'll just say one thing, you figure it out yourself."

"What?"

After glancing at Wu Xie, Lao Jiu said, "Do you think your parents used you as a tool for their ambition to achieve immortality?"

"After I was born, my parents were told by the village shaman that I was a monster and that they wanted to burn me alive. A little boy from the village couldn't bear it and secretly sent me into the deep mountains."

"I was raised by wolves until I was four years old, and then I was taken home by a tomb raider."

"I had to do everything, serving him meals and putting him to bed, doing laundry and cooking, and earning money for him. When we went down into the tomb, I was his cushion."

"I lived like this for ten years."

"I met Zhang Qiling when I was fourteen."

"Your parents abandoned you, and your grandfather, second uncle, and third uncle all took advantage of you, but they provided you with food and clothing, supported your schooling, played with you, and gave you money to spend."

"Isn't that right?"

Wu Xie opened his mouth, wanting to say that this was wrong and that it couldn't be calculated that way.

But he didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only shut his mouth in embarrassment.

"How are you? Feeling better?"

Wu Xie looked at Lao Jiu and finally couldn't help but ask, "You... never feel sad?"

Old Nine glanced at him and said, "What do I have to be sad about?"

"Your parents don't love you, they even want to burn you... Wait! That's not right!"

Wu Xie suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Lao Jiu: "You were just born, how do you know these things? You wouldn't... go back and kill your parents when you grow up, would you?"

Old Nine couldn't help but chuckle: "Don't overthink it. Everything I said just now, except for the part about meeting Zhang Qiling, was made up."

"So what do I have to be sad about?"

Wu Xie roared in disbelief, "You made that up!!!"

Old Nine nodded with a smile: "Yeah, what's wrong? Is there a rule that when comforting someone, you have to tell their true story?"

Wu Xie's face turned red with anger, but Lao Jiu was driving, and he couldn't afford to offend him.

When they arrived at the Chen family's residence, Wu Xie no longer believed what Lao Jiu had said.

I don't believe a single word of it.

It wasn't until they returned to Beijing that the car stopped in front of the Chen family's house, and Lao Jiu led Wu Xie to the backyard.

"Innocent!"

Wang Yueban jumped up and ran to Wu Xie, looking him up and down: "Are you alright? Huh?"

"I'm fine."

Zhang Qiling glanced at Wu Xie, made sure he was alright, and then looked away.

After Wu Xie walked over and sat down, he said, "Fourth Master, does your husband ever tell the truth?"

Chen Yan glanced at Lao Jiu and asked, "Are you teasing him?"

The ninth brother, who had just sat down, picked up a grape, popped it into his mouth, and said, "I was just teasing him casually, is it really necessary to get so angry?"

Chen Yan became interested: "How did you manage to tease me? Tell me about it."

Lao Jiu glanced at Wu Xie, who chuckled angrily and said, "I was crying my heart out when he said I was luckier than him, and then he went on and on about how to comfort me, and he told me it was all made up!"