003 is the mother of all people

  I looked up at him seriously, and he still had that arrogant look on his face, with an expression as proud as a rooster in the house. That expression made me wonder if he was kindly reminding Chen Sang or not. But after thinking about it, I found my own thoughts to be particularly ridiculous. Would the Overlord ever have kind intentions? Anyway, I didn't believe it.

  His phone rang, and he nodded towards the briefcase on the shelf, telling me to go get it. Although I didn't like his arrogant attitude, thinking him too proud and overbearing, I didn't particularly dislike him, which was strange to say the least.

  I inadvertently saw the display on the phone screen was an old man, of course, I knew it was Bawang's dad who called. I handed over the phone to him and went upstairs. My ears faintly heard Bawang say in an impatient tone that everything had been taken care of, he already knew, and all that was left were monosyllabic "uh-huhs". I remembered Chen Sang's warning and didn't dare stop again, quickly rushing to the bedroom with a rustling sound.

  The suitcase of the tyrant was lying carelessly on the floor in the bedroom, probably he had just come back not long ago. I walked around the suitcase and entered the bathroom.

  I washed up and got into bed, making myself like an ancient concubine waiting for the emperor's favor. I just can't figure out how I ended up with a tyrant and became what I am today.

  I was almost asleep when the tyrant came into the bedroom. As soon as he got in, he lifted up the quilt and looked at me with raised eyebrows, scolding me for not sleeping yet. He dared to climb onto the bed and told me to get down and help him take a bath.

  "Alright! Now that he's the master, what can I do? In fact, I haven't even touched a single cent of his money in the drawer. According to past practice, if he gave me tens of thousands, I could accept it with a clear conscience. But now, over a million is slapped in my face, and I'm worried that it's too hot to handle, and I won't be able to bear it myself. The money lies neatly in the drawer, but it doesn't even count as mine. If things really don't work out, when he drives me away, I'll use a sack to take it with me. The key question is that I don't know when I can leave."

  This time he didn't make me do it in the bathroom, I helped him scrub his back and wash his hair. His habit of bossing people around is deeply ingrained, when scratching his head, if a bit hard, he says I'm doing it on purpose, if a bit light, he asks if I haven't eaten dinner yet. The young master's habit is very severe.

  When I helped him wipe his body, I saw that terrifying scar again, and thought of the tyrant telling me with a face of nothingness that it was a gunshot wound, I was afraid, and my heart didn't understand how someone like the tyrant could get a gunshot wound.

  The tyrant turned his head and looked at me, asking what I was doing. I shook my head and said nothing. He stretched out his left hand to the back and touched the scar on his right side, raised an eyebrow and said, "What's there to be afraid of? One of my comrades was shot six times in the back!" His back didn't have a single piece of intact skin.

  Comrade? I couldn't help but ask you if you've been a soldier? Ba Wang gave me a sideways glance, his index finger pointing at my forehead, and said what did I take him for, he attended military school for four years and served in the army for three years.

  I couldn't imagine Ba Wang as a soldier, in my impression soldiers are all dull, serious and steady. Looking at his appearance, except for being more robust, where is the demeanor of a soldier? All along I thought he was a young master, a noble son who had been pampered and raised in luxury.

  The tyrant didn't even bother to talk to me, walked over to the Simmons bed, lifted the quilt and lay down, I could only follow behind him, getting into bed a step late. I still curled up in my own little corner, occupying only a small part of the quilt.

  I thought tonight would be peaceful, after all he just rushed back and must be tired. But the tyrant kicked me with one foot, asking why I was so far away. I could only move in his direction, he turned around, lying sideways looking at me, asking if there were any people at home.

  I told him the truth, I have a dad, stepmom and three sisters, one brother. He supported his own head to tell me that he also has three sisters at home, I asked if everyone in his family spoiled him, his personality must be spoiled by his family.

  The tyrant suddenly stopped talking, and after a moment, he looked down at me with his head bowed. He said that my older sister had gone crazy, my second sister had married an Englishman, and my third sister had gotten divorced. I abruptly lifted my head to meet his gaze, and his eyes sparkled brightly, like they were filled with mercury or the rippling waves of sunlight reflecting off a lake's surface.

  I'm unexpectedly surprised that I can come up with such a pompous analogy at my current language level. His words really left me speechless. I didn't know what to say, but the Overlord is not a melancholic man after all. He turned off the lights and ordered me to sleep in a fierce tone, instantly reverting back to his usual tyrannical self.

  Trapped in the darkness, the surroundings became unusually quiet. I felt a bit uneasy and lay stiffly, feeling uncomfortable. I secretly turned over, with my back to him. But my slight movement was detected by him. He suddenly sat up from bed, turned on the light, kicked me and said: "Get to the side, you're always moving around, not letting people sleep."

  I just moved a little, okay? Okay! The master is disdainful of me, I have the self-awareness to move to the edge of the bed, as far as I can hide, I will hide. The overlord slammed the light off with a loud bang, pulled the quilt forcefully, and snatched away the pitiful little quilt that was left on my body.

  In order not to provoke the tyrant again, I endured it, my body getting colder and colder. I could only hunch over and wait for the tyrant to fall asleep. But tonight, the tyrant didn't fall asleep quickly. I couldn't bear it anymore and quietly pulled my feet into the quilt, then my hands, secretly glancing at the tyrant, who was motionless with his eyes closed.

  I slowly moved and finally hid under the quilt. The king turned over, with his back to me, and I unknowingly fell asleep.

  These days, Ba Wang hasn't gone out at all. He stays in his study all day long, except for eating and sleeping, I hardly see him. I'm happy that I don't have to see Ba Wang all the time, I don't have Stockholm syndrome, although Ba Wang occasionally shows a pleasant side, but that's just temporary excitement. As the saying goes, "it's easy to change one's circumstances, but hard to change one's nature", I don't have too much expectation for Ba Wang.

  Chen Sang had to stay in the hospital for half a month, and I would run to the hospital every two or three days. The king didn't stop me, but there were always people following me wherever I went. I started to feel puzzled - those rich and powerful people are always afraid that others will take their lives, so they always bring a large group of bodyguards with them. What's the difference between this and being in prison?

  Ah Guang sent all his men to gather information, and Chen Sang also made phone calls asking for help, but still nothing was found. It's said that someone saw the car heading towards the airport, and then disappeared without a trace. It's also possible that the matter was covered up, and with Chen Sang's abilities, it couldn't be investigated clearly.

  I told Chen Sang what the tyrant said to me, and I advised her not to follow Wen Xin's troubles anymore, and to hurry up and stop. Chen Sang shook her head and said she couldn't get out of it, if she could leave, she would quit, she said she can only wait.

  Chen Sang told me that she might have found her biological father, I think it's unlikely! Chen Sang's mom couldn't even figure out the situation, but Chen Sang somehow knew. Chen Sang said her mom was intentionally not telling her.

  I asked Chen Sang why she had to know who her father was, what's the point even if she found out who he was. Her biological father has never done anything for her, all he did was have a one-night stand. I told Chen Sang bluntly that if her dad cared about her, he would have shown up by now, and if he had any sense of responsibility as a man, he wouldn't be doing nothing.

  Chen Sang lowered her head and turned to look out the window, saying that I wouldn't understand. Indeed, I didn't quite get what she meant by ruining herself for a heartless and unscrupulous man.

  I had a big fight with Chen Sang, and when Chen Sang's mother came in, we were at an impasse. Chen Sang's mother was carrying a fruit basket and smiled as she scolded us for fighting. She looked like a typical parent. I thought the iron tree would bloom and the sun would rise in the west.

  It turns out that once someone gets hooked on gambling, they're beyond salvation. Chen Sang's mother smiled as she placed the fruit basket on the table, and in a low voice asked Chen Sang how he was doing and when he would be discharged from the hospital; I sat on one side and saw her display a somewhat maternal image.

  Chen Sang was stunned, somewhat disbelieving. But the next second, she crossed her arms over her chest and coldly asked her mother what she was doing there. Her mother looked at Chen Sang with extreme gentleness, saying that her daughter was ill, and as a mother, she had come to see her own daughter - what else could she do?

  I don't believe those considerate words came from Chen Sang's mother, Chen Sang knows her mother better than I do, she sneered and asked her mother how much more money she owed to others.

  Chen Sang's mother sat on the chair, coughing softly and speaking in a low voice about the money she owed, which was not much, just a few hundred thousand. Really! Chen Sang smiled and asked how many million this time?

  Chen Sang's mother glanced at Chen Sang, spread out six fingers, Chen Sang closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then quickly picked up the vase next to her and smashed it towards her mother's head. She loudly roared: "Six hundred thousand, damn it! Why don't you go die? Do you think six hundred thousand is easy to earn? How many times do I have to sell myself, do you know?"

  Chen Sang's mother was not good-tempered, she stood with her left hand on her waist and her right hand pointing at Chen Sang, saying "Don't think I don't know your secrets, you're a mama-san in the nightclub, making tens of thousands a day, who are you saving that money for?"

  After she finished speaking, her mother turned around and gave me a fierce glare. What's the use of being good to her? You buy her a house, what are you to her? I'm your mother, who carried you in my womb for ten months with great difficulty. It's only natural that you earn money for me to spend.

  She always says that she bore Chen Sang with hardship and bitterness, I'm tired of hearing it. I stood up and walked to the front of Chen Sang's mother, who glared at me angrily. I pointed to the door and said loudly, "Get out! When your daughter almost lost her life, where were you? If you had any conscience as a mother, you wouldn't ask for money in your daughter's hospital room."

  Chen Sang's mother had long been displeased with me, thinking that Chen Sang left a lot of money for me. She pushed me hard and said, "This is between my daughter and me, it has nothing to do with you. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking." She raised her hand to slap me, but I dodged quickly, opened the door and asked the middle-aged woman to come in, asking if she could throw Chen Sang's mother out.

  The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment, then walked up to Chen Sang's mother. Chen Sang's mother tried to grab the other woman's hair, but she caught her wrist and pinned it behind her back, using her foot to kick the back of her knee, causing Chen Sang's mother to kneel down in front of Chen Sang.