"I'm in the Dragon Clan, what the heck is the Naruto Counterattack System?"

Chirp... Chirp...

As night fell, it descended from the distance of the Peacock Mansion villa area, leaving only the desolate and cold emptiness of the last patch of darkness.

The lights in the surrounding villas were all off, leaving only the streetlights, one every five meters, running from one end of the line of sight to the other.

Chu Zihang returned home very late today. Around midnight, he walked to his lawn and could only hear the rustling of leaves, car horns from the distant city, and crickets chirping tirelessly.

Although Peacock Mansion is only considered a high-end community in this second-tier city, Chu Zihang has no complaints. It's much better than living in a small, dilapidated house with that man and his family of three.

If I had to say what the advantage of this shabby little house is, it's that I get woken up every morning by the old ladies and gentlemen dancing in the square downstairs, which saves me the money I've spent on alarm clocks since I was a child.

Every night I can hear the couples arguing upstairs and downstairs. Sometimes my mother seems to be influenced and will argue with that man as well. She cries like a child over the daily necessities of life.

So, what could he possibly be dissatisfied with about his current life?

Click.

Avoiding the spray from the sprinklers on the lawn, Chu Zihang took out his keys and pushed open the villa door.

The room was empty and quiet, the chandelier was off, and the room was dimly lit, making it seem somewhat cold and lifeless.

"..."

Chu Zihang's eyes merely lowered slightly, without revealing any surprise.

Aunt Tong, who works as a housekeeper at his house, has already gone home after get off work. "Dad's" secretary had already informed him in advance that "President Lu" would not be coming back tonight due to work.

As for Mom...

Chu Zihang knew that she must have gone to one of her best friends' houses to have a party with a bunch of rich ladies and aunties, and after drinking a few bottles of strong cognac, she forgot to call him.

Even when the three of them are at home, "Dad" just sits in front of the TV to keep up with current affairs, while Mom takes off her shoes and curls up on the sofa, scrolling through her phone looking at designer bags and clothes, and Chu Zihang quietly reads a book.

Chu Zihang was already used to it and had no complaints about it.

He didn't feel that his mother didn't care about him or loved him. He just thought, like his grandmother said, that his mother was a heartless girl since she was little, but because she was heartless and beautiful, she was able to live a good life.

It is precisely because my mother is heartless that she was deceived by that man, and it is precisely because my mother is heartless that she was able to move on from her previous relationship so quickly.

Chu Zihang didn't think his "father" had done anything wrong. He knew that if his "father" could make time, he would definitely come home. His "father" was so successful in his business because he could handle all kinds of social situations well.

So, "Dad" entertained him very well, giving him gifts and gifts, and taking him and Mom to the amusement park to take some headshots. He would print out those photos along with photos of him with his boss and stick them on the wall.

No one could find fault with him; they would all praise "Dad" as a good father, treating him, who was not his biological son, like his own.

So what could he possibly be dissatisfied with about his current home?

Beep...beep...

Chu Zihang picked up the landline phone in the living room and dialed Aunt Shanshan's number.

"Hello, who is this?"

Sure enough, as soon as the call was connected, Chu Zihang could hear Aunt Shanshan's strong smell of alcohol, which seemed to waft through the phone, as well as the faint, noisy sounds of women on the other end.

"Did you manage to buy your Birkin bag? I've been on the waiting list for two years. Do you think they only sell to VIPs?"

"I got it! Last time I went to Europe, I bought some small items worth tens of thousands of yuan at Hermes. The sales assistant quietly told me that there was one in stock, and I bought it without thinking. However, it's alligator skin, so the pattern isn't very obvious."

"Stop showing off! You're lucky you even got it; when are you going to let me borrow it?"

"Young lady, if you let me kiss your face, I'll reward you."

"Go to hell!"

Chu Zihang could even imagine several beautiful women of his auntie age, disheveled and wearing silk nightgowns, giggling and laughing on the sofa, knocking over cans all over the floor, their jade legs lying across the ground, their slender waists swaying gracefully.

"Aunt Shanshan, it's me, Chu Zihang." Chu Zihang said in a measured tone, "Is my mother with you?"

"Oh, it's Zihang! Does Auntie feel like something's missing today? Oh, right, your mother is at my house. Would you like to come and sit for a while?" Aunt Shanshan said happily.

The voice on the other end of the phone said, "Zihang, I knew it was Zihang calling."

"No, it's getting late. Aunt Shanshan, please remember not to turn the air conditioner up too high," Chu Zihang politely declined. "I'd also like to trouble Aunt Shanshan to remind my mother to get some rest and to drink her milk before bed."

"I know, I know, just add a sugar cube to Sanyuan's low-fat milk, microwave it on low for five minutes," Aunt Shanshan repeated familiarly.

"Oh my, Zihang is so considerate! I have absolutely no resistance to boys who have a cool demeanor even when they're not smiling! My eyes are blinded by greed!"

"Damn it, Su Xiaoyan, your son is so cute! If I were twenty years younger, I would definitely kidnap him from your house!" Chu Zihang knew immediately that this was Aunt Annie.

"Your turn? I haven't even made a move yet! Yan Yan, why don't you make Zi Hang my godson?" Chu Zi Hang heard Aunt EB scream again.

They watched Chu Zihang grow up. He was the first child born to Chu Zihang's mother among the group of sisters, and he was like a toy that fell from the sky. The aunties loved him very much.

However, Chu Zihang's childhood memories were painful. When he was two or three years old, he was surrounded by the strong smell of perfume and cosmetics, with bright red lips all around him. Aunts fought over to hold him and pinched his little bottom with their slender hands...

"You're dreaming! How could my son be lured away by old women like you?"

I could vaguely hear my mom's smug voice on the phone, which suddenly turned into giggles. She was clearly about to kick someone, but when she was caught, she quickly begged for mercy: "Ouch, ouch, stop tickling me, stop tickling me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Click.

Chu Zihang hung up the phone, and the women's laughter disappeared, replaced by an abrupt, deathly silence.

He looked up at the photos on the living room wall; they were of him, his mother, and his "father."

The "son" wears a silly clown red nose, to the left is an "elite loving dad", and to the right is a "gentle and virtuous mom", the three of them grinning at the camera.

Just like what you often see in TV dramas.

"..."

Chu Zihang looked at the spacious yet empty and desolate living room. His eyes, which were originally as still as stagnant water, became slightly dazed, as if he were looking at a small, dilapidated house of only a dozen square meters.

A man was kneeling on the ground, crawling on all fours, while a boy holding an Ultraman sparkler rode on the man's neck, like a dragon-slaying hero who had defeated and conquered an evil dragon and made it his mount.

The boy shouted "Giddy up! Giddy up! Giddy up!" while spanking the man's bottom, making him laugh and howl. The pretty woman was scrambling around the gas stove...

These images flashed before my eyes, like a broken projector playing a movie.

Suddenly, Chu Zihang seemed to hear Qi Xiuyuan's voice, and he seemed to see the road he took home from school.

"Senior Brother Chu," he said slowly, "Imagine a man who is an assassin, who clearly has the ability to provide a good life for his wife and children, but he cannot reveal his identity or abilities."

"So, in order not to be a burden to his wife and children, he deliberately distanced himself from them, watching helplessly as his wife and children called other people 'husband' and 'dad'."

"He was prepared for the worst, but he couldn't help getting close to his child. He never expected that he would end up dragging his child into a life-or-death situation. He did everything in his power and sacrificed himself to send his child away."

"Do you think that child will resent him for not telling him the truth sooner, or resent himself for not discovering the truth sooner?"