What's wrong with being cold-blooded in the end times? Anyone who messes with my wife will die.

"One multiplied by any number is always that number, but zero multiplied by any number is always zero."

"That Zero is so awesome, I want to be a Zero!"

"Silly daughter, everyone wants to be number one, why do you want to be zero?"

"Then...then I will be the first among the first!"

Little Fu Ying was lying on the wooden board, with her feet up, counting the multiplication table, drinking yogurt in her hand.

My mother has a pair of lively eyes that are bluer than the ocean, and her smile is brighter than the sun in the sky.

In little Fu Ying's memory, her mother was always so cheerful and optimistic. She would take her to the park to play house and make "meals" with grass and tiles. She would also take her to climb old trees and laugh at her loudly when she saw that her legs were too short to climb up.

The mother's laughter was clear and pleasant, and when she laughed she had two particularly prominent fangs. Her laughter was like the most beautiful music in the world, which could soothe all the grievances of little Fu Ying.

"What did your teacher do? Just smooth things over? My daughter was bullied by a few boys. Those brats were so big that I would have thought they were high school students!"

"You can't even beat my daughter. It seems you are really only growing in size but not in brains. Tsk tsk tsk—"

The mother stood in the office and gave instructions ostentatiously, then left in a graceful manner with little Fu Ying under the angry gazes of other parents.

But when she walked out of the school gate, her mother knocked her on the head in disgust.

"Let's go! You look so ugly, with a bruised face and nose!"

Little Fu Ying said confidently: "They are uglier!"

"But you are brave and you did a good job. Just don't get bullied." The mother hung the heavy brand-name bag around her neck and said, "Let's go, let's have a big dinner to celebrate today!"

Little Fu Ying was strangled so hard that she coughed loudly. She pushed her short legs hard to catch up with her mother who was running forward, and said pitifully: "Wait for me——"

"If you can't catch up, then you're gone!"

"...!"

The sea of ​​flowers in spring, the swimming pool in summer, the wheat waves in autumn, and the world of ice and snow in winter.

Growing up, they had their mother by their side all year round. Although their father often came home coldly and ignored their existence, their mother did not care and just lived with them as usual.

Until one day, little Fu Ying asked her mother who was playing games.

"Mom, why did Dad say that he wished I had never appeared in this world."

She didn't know whether her mother had played that level later, but she only knew that her mother held her in her arms and switched to a two-player game to play with her.

"If you take his words seriously one day, you will become a pig, the kind of suckling pig on the table, or the roasted suckling pig."

"…Why did you turn into a pig?"

"Because mom took his words seriously, I turned into a pig and gave birth to you." The mother touched her head, "But you are not a piglet yet, do you understand?"

"……not understand."

"It's okay if I don't understand. I don't expect the piglets born from the piglets to be very smart anyway."

"But I'm a monkey! Not a pig!"

"What's the difference between a monkey and a pig? Aren't Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie good friends?"

"..."

Xiao Fuying thought it made sense.

Later, her mother took her to a new country, where she met many peers with very different facial features and hair color from her. The environment was also very bad, and her peers excluded and bullied her.

She was used to fighting back, and after a few times, she began to become the boss among the children.

At that time, she began to get used to life abroad.

Until one day, her mother did not pick her up from home. She stood outside the school gate waiting for a long time and decided to take the bus back by herself.

Police officers outside the villa, forensic doctors inside the house, and sirens ringing through the sky.

She rushed in from the crowd of adults and saw her mother placed on a stretcher, with a cold blade inserted straight into her throat and her eyes wide open.

The blood has coagulated.

She rushed over and screamed, touched her mother's stiff and cold arm, and was caught by two adults.

Her father came over and scolded her in a harsh voice. In her heart, he had never been so ugly and hideous as he was now.

It seemed that the dead person was just a stranger to him, an insignificant existence.

Later on, the gentle mother turned into a small box, and her portrait was thrown into a cardboard box.

In the third month after my mother's death, my father brought home a young woman and a boy who was not much younger than himself.

"This is Fu Yao, your younger brother."

When the cold father faced the woman next to him, he smiled at her and his mother in a way that he had never done before.

"This is your new mother, come over and shout."

"You must be Xiaoying." The young woman smelled sweet and had delicate makeup on. She reached out and touched her hair.

It was extremely painful when the long nails scratched my scalp.

"You are a murderer!"

She pushed the woman away, spat at her younger brother, and was beaten by her father with a golf club for ten minutes.

The police determined that the mother committed suicide due to depression.

She ended her life by stabbing a knife into her own throat.

"...a wild child. She has no manners at all because of her mother. She has been accustomed to being wild since she was a child in China. We can't let her be spoiled like this anymore."

"Well, there is a boarding school."

"I'm just afraid that she'll go back to school and continue to cause trouble for me, and pay me money. If it weren't for the huge sum of money that those two old guys left her that she can only get after she gets married, I would have thrown her out long ago!"

"Come to think of it, why do your parents only want to leave money to a granddaughter?"

"Jinghan is the daughter-in-law that my parents begged for. They only recognize Xiaoying as their grandson's bloodline."

After that, Fu Yao smashed her game console, stepped on her homework books, and burned her clothes.

She grabbed Fu Yao's head and poked the top of his head with a pair of scissors. When her stepmother heard Fu Yao's crying, she rushed in and kicked her directly in the chest, then grabbed her hair and slapped her several times!

"--You little bastard! Tell your father to send you to boarding school immediately. If you continue to bully your brother at home, you'll die!" The stepmother cursed angrily, her lips twisted into a malicious smile.

Fu Ying remembered her smile.

So much so that in the following years, she searched for many books related to criminal psychology and criminal law on the Internet. Whenever she was alone, she would calculate in her mind the success rate of getting away with the crime after revenge.

The gloomy child grew up to be a cold and rational egoist.

Fu Ying touched the gold ring her mother left her and sat cross-legged beside a tree trunk. The shade of the tree blocked the scorching sun and enveloped her in shadow.

"I don't want to get married in the future, Mom."

She once said this to her mother, and her mother put the gold ring on her slender finger so that she could easily shake it off.

"You don't have to get married, but you can find someone you like. This ring is your heart."

The sultry wind blew past, and Fu Ying stared at the couple hugging and kissing in the distance, then looked away.

She hung the gold ring back on the rope and put it on, continuing to look down at the locked room murder case in the book.

Three days later, she contracted the fever.

At this point, life is turned upside down.