After I became a passerby, I saved the villain's family

In the basement of the gambling house.

Fu Jichu sat alone in the empty room.

Song Ayao's voice kept ringing in his mind.

"I am pleased with him."

“He is the most important person to me.”

The most important person...

A hazy look appeared in Fu Jichu's eyes.

The face of the girl who had just confronted him with a knife overlapped with the young and tender face in his memory.

"Uncle Fu, you are the most important person to Ayao. Ayao will definitely protect you!"

Four-year-old A'yao lay on Fu Jichu's lap, making a solemn promise in her baby voice.

At that time, Fu Jichu was only nineteen years old and had just started to take over the Black Hawk Gang's caravan.

The first half of Fu Jichu's life can be summed up in one word: "miserable".

He was originally a nobleman from a famous family in Kyoto. When he was ten years old, his father was ordered to be executed by the cruel emperor because he said something wrong in the court, and the entire family was executed.

At that time, his father tried his best to secretly send him out of the house and entrusted him to a good friend in his hometown.

My father has some business in his hometown, and this good friend has always been helping to manage it.

But what he didn't know was that all his properties had been embezzled by his good friend.

The good friend brought Fu Jichu to Jiangnan and arranged for him to be the lowest servant in his home.

I do the dirtiest and most tiring work every day, and the only food I get is the leftovers that others can’t finish.

Not only that, the young masters and young ladies in the mansion all took pleasure in bullying him.

The younger ones would ride on him and let him carry them on his back like "riding a big horse" on the gravel road; the older ones would go even further, ordering him to catch fish in the river in winter and catching insects in the fields in the hot summer; his clothes would be wet in winter, but he would be required to wear cotton clothes in summer.

They would pretend to be generous and give him the leftovers from the dogs in the mansion.

The physical torture was bearable, but the mental torture made him collapse, and he cried secretly under the quilt every night.

How could the once elegant young man from Kyoto have ever suffered such humiliation?

He was unwilling and angry, but could do nothing.

Until one day, he faintly smelled the smell of cigarettes in his sleep.

When he opened his eyes, he was shocked to find that the curtains in his room were on fire, with thick smoke and heat waves billowing in the room.

He covered his mouth and nose and rushed to the door.

But he couldn't open the door no matter what.

The door was locked from the outside!

He ran to open the window again, and the same thing happened to the window.

The thick smoke made it impossible for him to open his eyes, and the room was extremely hot.

He was helpless and extremely uncomfortable.

There were bursts of laughter outside.

He looked out through the crack in the door and saw several young masters in the mansion holding tinders, laughing and cursing:

"Burn you! Burn you!"

The hatred and despair in his heart suddenly surged at that moment.

why? !

He had never done anything bad, but he was the one who got hurt?!

The fire grew so intense that a beam from the roof fell off.

When it was about to hit him, he secretly swore in his heart:

As long as he doesn't die this time, he will make this family pay a heavy price!

When he woke up again, Fu Jichu was lying in the woodshed, with the left side of his body and face tightly wrapped in bandages.

When the beam fell on him, the lady of the house happened to arrive and quickly rescued him.

They hated him, but they couldn't really let him die in the mansion.

The burns on his body gradually healed, but the scar on his left cheek remained on his face forever.

The twisted, hideous scar constantly reminded him of the insults he had suffered before.

He became more and more taciturn, and no longer resisted bullying from others as fiercely as before.

But when no one was paying attention, his eyes were like poisoned knives, stabbing at everyone fiercely.

Finally, on New Year's Eve one year, he took advantage of the opportunity when all the servants in the mansion had gone home to celebrate the New Year and set a fire in the mansion.

The whole family, young and old, were burned to death in the fire.

The family that had abused him for two years finally disappeared from his nightmare.

He also took the opportunity to take back his father's previous property.

It turns out that he has a natural talent for business.

A twelve-year-old boy, with patience and perseverance, doubled his father's assets in just five years.

Being successful at a young age, he became a little cocky.

Later, he was deceived, became addicted to drugs, and gradually squandered all the wealth he had earned.

In his last gamble, he bet the deed to his only remaining house in the hope of turning the tables.

In the end, he saw with his own eyes that the casino staff secretly rigged the gambling table, causing him to lose everything.

He was dissatisfied and angry. He wanted to argue with them and threatened to report to the police.

But the gambling house owner caught him, beat him severely, ordered his men to break his kneecap, and left him on the roadside to die.

Later he returned to Liancheng, and the first thing he did was to let the gambling house owner taste what he had suffered in the past.

It rained heavily on the day he was beaten. He was waiting for death in the pouring rain and no longer had the energy to complain about the injustice of God.

Just when he was half dead and about to die, Song Dalei, who was passing by with a caravan, found him and rescued him.

Song Dalei asked a doctor to treat him, but the doctor told him that his knee was completely broken and there was no possibility of healing.

He will be confined to a wheelchair for his entire life.

The boy, who had experienced multiple blows, now felt dead inside.

He no longer had any attachment to this world and only wanted to die.

After he attempted suicide several times without success, Song Dalei put him under complete custody.

During that time, all the table corners in his room were wrapped in cotton cloth, and even the cups for drinking water were made of wood.

After nearly a year of rest, his leg injury gradually healed.

In order to help him recover as soon as possible, Song Dalei arranged for someone to push him around in the yard every day to bask in the sun and get some fresh air.

But in the face of the dazzling sunlight, his heart was covered by a dark cloud and lifeless.

One day, the servant pushed him into the yard, but was called out by his companions halfway.

He sat in a wheelchair, lifeless as usual.

"Snapped!"

A stone fell at his feet.

He was unmoved.

"Snapped!"

"Clap! Clap!"

After several stones were thrown at him, he finally raised his head.

Looking towards the gate, he met a pair of ignorant and naive eyes.

Little Ayao, who was only two years old, was being held by her wet nurse. She was holding a handful of pebbles in her hands and looking at him with her big eyes.

When she saw him turning his head to look at her, the wet nurse was startled by the hideous scar on his face and then she left with little A'yao in her arms.

Little A'yao kept looking in the direction of Fu Jichu until he disappeared from sight.

On the afternoon of the second day, little Ayao came again.

At that time, little Ayao had just learned to walk.

She held her wet nurse's hand and stumbled into the yard.

The wet nurse held little A'yao's hand tightly, fearing that he would hurt her.

Xiao Ayao stopped a few steps away from him.

She placed the pastry, which had been crushed into powder in her hands, on the stone table next to her.

Signaled Fu Jichu to come and eat.

Fu Jichu glanced at her and looked away expressionlessly.

For the next seven days, little A'yao came to his yard every day and brought him different snacks each time.

But he never paid any attention to her.

Until one day, she brought a rattle.