Ten thousand people suspect that after the marriage with the big boss

The scorching light envelops the luxurious crystal chandelier, and each prism-shaped rhinestone shines brightly under the light, mottled to create a peaceful and happy scene in the living room.

Cheng An was wearing a Dior spring show ready-to-wear, with the aura of a big star, he raised his hand to brush his hair.The wrist watch on his wrist is a global limitation of Patek Philippe's family, and only one person in China owns it.

The manager next to him smiled and handed a black jewelry box to Mother Cheng.

"Mom, a gift for the Spring Festival for you." Cheng An smiled.

Cheng's mother opened the jewelry box, and an emerald and diamond necklace of excellent color appeared in front of her eyes, "Thank you, Xiao Cheng, it is very expensive."

Cheng An looked indifferent, "My boyfriend bought it to please you, tens of millions are nothing."

Cheng's mother put down the jewelry box, took Cheng An's hand affectionately, and sighed: "Our Cheng family is getting lonely day by day, thanks to you, I can help."

Cheng An responded softly, and looked upstairs, implying: "What are you keeping for that thing in the attic?"

Cheng's mother stared at Cheng An's manager's curious eyes, and reminded in a low voice: "It's still useful, we'll talk about it later."

Cheng An seemed to dislike and resist that "thing", his face turned cold.

The Cheng family's residence is a European-style building, which was renovated five years ago, which is Cheng An's favorite style.Everyone in the celebrity circle in Bincheng has heard of it to some extent, that the Cheng family loves their son very much, and devotes all their efforts to nurturing their son.

In recent years, the Cheng family has declined, and the young master of the Cheng family has flourished in the entertainment industry. Not only has he climbed up to the famous Fang family, he has also opened several brokerage companies and new media companies, earning a lot of money.

But what no one knows is that in the attic on the top floor of Cheng's house, there is hidden a silly young master who is ignored by everyone and despised by everyone...

"Young master, it's time to eat." The butler carefully carried the food, knelt down and placed it gently at the door, and knocked on the wooden door of the attic twice.

There is no response in it.

The butler has long been used to it, and tapped it a few more times, as if he was ready to be reprimanded by the inside, but this time there was still no sound.

The maid, Awen, passed by the housekeeper and glanced blankly at the wooden door of the attic, "Uncle Liu, don't worry about it, you don't know what kind of temper he has, he's no longer a man, and he even thinks of himself as a young master, he has a spoiled temper and throws things all the time , did a great job."

People in the attic need to deliver meals regularly and provide clean and beautiful clothes on a regular basis.

As for this job, only the butler was willing to do it in the Cheng family.The people inside are so bad-tempered that they can't communicate normally at all, and their spirits are sometimes in a trance and sometimes normal. Ordinary servants are afraid of dealing with the people inside.

The housekeeper frowned: "There is no movement in the room, is the young master sick?"

Awen curled her lips: "Young master? Uncle Liu, are you getting old? The Cheng family only has one young master, Cheng An. That crazy and stupid thing deserves to be called the young master?"

The butler's expression was slightly relaxed. After trying to knock on the wooden door for the last time but getting no response, he took a deep look at the wooden door and left.

In the dark room, there is only one square window, the moonlight outside is shining cleanly on the floor, the dust in the air is faintly flowing, several jade fans and oil-paper umbrellas are placed on the edge of the cabinet, looking a bit bleak under the moonlight .

On the soft carpet lay a boy in white.

He is Cheng Fan, the young master of the Cheng family.

Cheng Fan's exposed calf was frighteningly white, very thin.

The light and shade of the moonlight met his eyes, he stretched out his slender fingers and shook them a few times against the moonlight, cold tears fell down the carpet one after another along his pale face.

Cheng Fan always thought that he was locked up in the attic because he was stupid, stupid, and unworthy of the status of the Cheng family.

But at least Cheng's mother has always loved him, and she has her reasons, otherwise the equipment and facilities in the house would not be so luxurious, and the food and clothing are the best.For this reason, he cares about these things very much, and when the servants are a little perfunctory, he will lose his temper, regardless of the consequences.

This is all of Cheng's mother's love for him, nothing less.

Sometimes when he was clear-headed, he would knock on the door and call Cheng's mother's name, and Cheng's mother would occasionally respond to him, but he never stepped into the attic.

But just this morning, the hope and light in his heart were completely shattered.

Uncle Liu forgot to lock the attic door last night. He quietly stepped out of the attic where he had been locked up for five years, nervous like a panicked bird.

Because of the snow outside, the reflected brightness is quite high, and the corridor is bright and spacious.He was barefoot, uncomfortable and timid.He sneaked to the door of Cheng's mother's room, trying to meet his mother whom he hadn't seen in five years.

Although he didn't understand why his mother hadn't seen him for so many years, he still missed this person very much.

His heart was beating fast, and his fingers were trembling uncontrollably.Fortunately, he is very clear-headed today, so he shouldn't scare his mother and be rejected by her.

Just when he was about to knock on the door, Cheng's parents' conversation came from inside, which made him feel like a bolt from the blue.

"Since Cheng Fan is not our child, we might as well throw him away, lest others find out that there is a fool in our Cheng family and feel ashamed." Cheng's father said.

"You can't throw it away. People said that he has a good fate, and the Feng Shui Bureau is not over yet, so he has to be willing to stay in the attic, and at the same time care about the Cheng family with his family, so that the Cheng family can be prosperous for generations to come." Cheng's mother said reluctantly. [Note]

Cheng's father: "Is the medicine still being put in the food? He has been stupid enough to take it for seven years. Will he die if he keeps taking it?"

Cheng's mother: "Sometimes, it depends on the situation. I also overdosed him and caused him an accident. We couldn't complete our plan smoothly, so I specially asked for fden specific medicines to relieve the pain. These medicines are stored together."

……

There are still some words behind, Cheng Fan's headache is splitting, and he doesn't want to recall any more.

He leaned over on the carpet, let out a broken sobbing sound, and looked pained.

He never expected that he was not born to the Cheng family's parents, nor was he congenitally stupid and hopeless. His mother, who he thought about day and night, was the one who made him become like this. It was because of such a ridiculous and absurd superstition!

As the moonlight dimmed, he lay curled up on the carpet, giggling twice, despair followed the darkness and enveloped the entire attic, until it turned into deep hatred and melted into the bleak winter night.

Cheng Fan slowly stood up, walked weakly to the bed, and looked up at the moon that was getting farther and farther away from him.

For several years in the attic, only the moon kept him company.

He selfishly took the moon for himself.

But the moon in front of me seemed to be getting farther and farther away.

The window was pushed open a crack first, and then opened completely.Taking a shallow breath of the cold air outside, Cheng Fan's internal organs ached.

At this time, footsteps came from the garden.

Cheng's mother smiled kindly, and Cheng Fan, a well-dressed boy next to her, could barely recognize Cheng An.

Cheng An has changed a lot over the years, and she is dazzling in front of outsiders.Compared with Cheng An, he is like a shady mouse, he is disliked by everyone, even the maids at home can bully and insult him at will.

Sometimes Cheng An would even show off to him in front of the attic door how good he was, and taunt him in every possible way, saying that he was just a fool, and Cheng's mother would always support him because of her kindness.

This verbal attack lasted for three years, and after Cheng An got engaged, he stopped showing up in the attic.

Sometimes Cheng Fan would fight back, but most of the time, he hoped that he would become smarter and live a normal life.

Cheng's mother downstairs gently patted Cheng An's shoulder, and straightened his scarf for him, as if telling him something.Cheng An's expression was relaxed, and when he raised his head casually, he noticed the person in front of the attic window in a trance.He smiled lightly, his eyes were as dark as the night, full of ridicule and contempt.

The car engine sounded, and Cheng An left.When Cheng's mother turned her head, she suddenly caught Cheng Fan's sight.

Mother Cheng's eyes seemed to see something filthy, her mild brows frowned immediately, and she hurriedly avoided turning back to the hall.

At this moment, Cheng Fan's heart ached like a bone.

He chuckled twice, picked up the jade fan casually, covered his brows and eyes, and slowly raised his head.

He was so thin that he almost lost his appearance, but through his bones and eyebrows, it was not difficult to see his superior appearance.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to like dancing very much.

The jade fan fell, and he sat leaning against the window, propping his head up as hard as he could, smiling and raising his head, gradually choking.

Winter is coming to an end and spring is coming.

There was a little snow outside the window.

He has long been completely abandoned.

The sobbing became louder and louder, but Cheng Fan couldn't shed tears, as if they had run out.

He stretched out his hand to feel the faint light of the moon, and the moonlight flowed through his fingertips, like the disappearing family love, which he couldn't grasp no matter how hard he tried.

For a moment, a thick cloud covered the moon, and the moonlight disappeared suddenly.

He was startled.

He hurriedly stretched out his hand to reach it, but the window frame under his feet was unusually slippery, and Cheng Fan was like a puppet with a broken string, slipping and falling from the fourth floor of Cheng's house.

There was a loud "bang", and a white figure fell on the snow trail in the early spring of 2027, and no one found it.

This is the beginning of a new year.

It was also the end of Cheng Fan.

The black sports car was parked outside Cheng Family's courtyard.

When the people inside heard the loud noise, they hid in the dark shadows and laughed slowly.

……

"Cheng Fan, it's time to take your medicine."

"Cheng Fan?"

The surrounding voices became clearer and clearer, and the feeling of falling all over the body gradually calmed down.

Cheng Fan slowly opened his amber eyes.

Cheng An was holding a bowl of medicine with an unnatural expression, "You have a serious cold and the infusion has not been good. Mom specially boiled Chinese medicine for you, drink it quickly."

This bowl of medicine was like a hot potato in Cheng An's hands, and he couldn't wait for Cheng Fan to catch it.

Cheng Fan stared at Cheng An inexplicably, endured the pain in his head, and moved his eyes around the room.

The pure white room is comfortable and clean, and the air is filled with a faint smell of sage, with a hint of sweetness.

Cheng Fan's clothes were hanging on the hanger. It seemed that the style was popular a few years ago.

The glare of the sun shone fiercely, and the whole floor-to-ceiling windows on the opposite side were translucent and bright, which didn't fit in well with the windows in his attic.

"Hurry up and drink." Cheng An held it for a long time, but couldn't help complaining, "I'm dead."

Cheng Fan ignored him and continued to observe the surrounding environment.His eyes froze when his eyes stopped at the wall clock on the wall.

In January 2022, Bintan City.

He was reborn.

Fragments of memory are intermittent in my mind, and I can barely figure out the approximate timeline.

Cheng An in front of him was wearing the school uniform of K University, and there were no desk uniforms and other similar stationery in his room.

After taking medicine for so many years, his memory before he died has long been fragmented.

I have no impression of childhood or teenagers at all.

But maybe because of the rebirth, the fragments of the past are gradually pieced together and verified.

He vaguely remembered that he was admitted to the No. [-] Middle School with the highest score in the city in the senior high school entrance examination, but his body was inexplicably weak. Half a year before the college entrance examination, Cheng's mother dropped out of school for taking care of his health, and arranged for private teachers to make up lessons.

Afterwards, his health deteriorated, and the teacher that Cheng's mother arranged for him never came again.

Another two years passed, that is, in Cheng An's junior year, he was locked up in the attic until his death.

Looking at the current time, it should be Cheng An's sophomore winter vacation.

That is when Cheng Fan was 19 years old.

After clearing up the timeline, Cheng Fan raised his eyes and stared directly at Cheng An.

Cheng An was a little hairy under his stare, and hurriedly said: "Hurry up and drink, I've been serving it for a long time."

Cheng Fan gently raised his eyes and said the first sentence: "What kind of medicine is this?"

Cheng An lowered his eyes guiltyly: "Cold medicine, mother boiled it for you."

The porcelain white cup is exquisite in workmanship, as moist as jade, with phoenix orchids engraved on the edge, swaying gracefully.

He doesn't know exactly when Cheng's mother started drugging him because of superstition, but he remembers that he began to lethargy when he was 18 years old, accompanied by symptoms such as lack of energy and memory loss. When he was 20 years old, he was in a trance and often said Soliloquy.

Based on the conversation between Cheng's parents, he should have been taking medicine for a year.

The 19-year-old Cheng Fan is undoubtedly proud, his facial features have gradually grown, and the deep facial features have a flamboyant and aggressive beauty, beautiful but not feminine, hiding the unique elegance of a teenager.

He has been smart since he was a child, and has a very high talent for dancing. His thin gold handwriting is sought after by many people. If there is no "accident" in the middle, he can be admitted to the prestigious K University as he wishes, and his life will go smoothly.

But luckily, he was reborn.

Cheng An had already put down the cup and stared at Cheng Fan in boredom.He hated seeing Cheng Fan's appearance, because the difference between the two was not even a star.He prided himself on his good looks, but he was overshadowed by Cheng Fan.

Cheng Fan's biological mother should be a vixen, otherwise Cheng Fan would not have been born so beautiful and seductive.

From childhood to adulthood, everyone would praise Cheng Fan's appearance, and his grades and knowledge could not be compared to him.When he was very young, he didn't understand the good intentions of his parents. Seeing that his parents pampered Cheng Fan arrogantly and often stumbling Cheng Fan behind his back, Cheng Fan was like a proud swan and dismissed him. made him more jealous.

Even after knowing the truth that his parents were so used to Cheng Fan, the hatred still sprouted in his heart like mushrooms after rain.He wished Cheng Fan would be imprisoned in the attic and never see the light of day.

In the two years since Cheng Fan dropped out of school, many people in the celebrity circle in Bincheng were curious about Cheng Fan. Faced with inquiries, Cheng An responded that his younger brother had burned his brain and had to rest at home, and gradually fewer people asked.Up to now, when mentioning the Cheng family, everyone will only remember him as the young master.

After recovering, Cheng An found that he had been in Cheng Fan's room for a quarter of an hour. If Cheng's mother hadn't told him that he had to watch Cheng Fan drink it with his own eyes, he would have left long ago.

Suppressing his resentment, Cheng An picked up the cup again in a good-tempered manner, and handed it to Cheng Fan: "You are sick, and Mom will cook medicine for you with your own hands. You are so happy."

Cheng Fan's beautiful eyes almost lost his focus, he slowly pushed the porcelain cup to Cheng An's mouth with his hand, and leaned closer and said, "From now on, I will give you all this happiness."

The crisp cracking sound of the white porcelain cup exploded on the ground.

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[Note] This feudal superstition is nothing but absurd and absurd. It does not really exist. Cheng's mother's practice is a negative teaching material. The protagonist does not believe in these things. Please put an end to superstitious behavior.