Vicious cannon fodder is prohibited for beauties to play

Chapter 337 He is the cannon fodder sponsor (18)

There are actually quite a few colors like this on this chair, but most of them are on the surface and have been wiped and cleaned repeatedly.

There was only the bloodstain in the gap, which could not be cleaned because it had penetrated too deeply.

In addition to this chair, there is a mirror opposite the chair, a clear full-length mirror.

Behind the mirror, there is a recliner that looks as soft and comfortable as a white cloud.

There was a person sitting on the recliner at this time.

She looked quite old and her face was actually a bit ordinary, but her eyes were very beautiful and had a very unique charm.

From her clothes, the jewelry on her body, and the elaborate makeup on her face, one would think that she was a person with a wealthy life.

But if you look closely at her hands, you can see the traces of hard work left by the past years. Even if she lives a wealthy life for another ten years, she cannot wipe away the traces of hardship from her hands.

A very discordant person.

She saw Ji Minghe come in, but didn't say anything.

Neither did Ji Minghe.

He walked over silently and sat down on the chair.

He sat very straight, as if there were invisible ropes binding his body to the back of the chair that would never be untied.

He stared at himself in the mirror...

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"You are your father's first child, the eldest son of the Ming generation, and a legitimate child..."

"Do you know how much I have suffered for you?"

"Your last name is Ji, so you can't be mediocre..."

"Why are you laughing like that? You have to remember who you are. You are different from those little idiots. Don't learn bad things from them. You have to be excellent and steady..."

"Second? How could you be second? You have always been first, and you can only be first. Your performance this time really disappoints me. You are not allowed to leave this chair until you truly reflect on yourself!"

"Look at your cat. This is the consequence of your addiction to fun. You killed it. Watch how miserably it dies. Remember this lesson for the rest of your life..."

The skinny cat was disemboweled and its body was exposed to the scorching sun.

Due to the heat, maggots started to crawl out of the bloody and tattered belly within two days, and then it had to be carried and placed in front of the little boy.

The face was pressed down hard.

His tearful eyes were almost touching the kitten's bulging eyeballs. His nose was filled with the stench of rotting blood, and before his eyes were bloody internal organs, lumps of flesh, dirty fur, and maggots...

He couldn't control his physiological reaction and vomited all over the floor.

The furious mother tied him to a chair, sat opposite him and kept scolding him.

He lost hearing in his ears until he passed out.

When he woke up again, he thought he was still tied to the reflection chair in the confinement room, as always.

He would not be released until he behaved appropriately in the way his mother expected, expressed sincerely that he had recognized his mistakes and shortcomings, promised to change, and asked for his mother's forgiveness.

But this time he really didn't think about giving in.

Because he gave in again and again, his cat was killed.

Such a tragic death.

It was obviously not the cat’s fault that he ranked second, his mother obviously knew that he had a high fever on the day of the exam, and he was only one point less than the first place.

If he also admitted that his mistake was caused by the kitten, then the death of the kitten was too worthless, too worthless.

So he remained silent and never gave in.

So the mother had the kitten's body brought to him...

But why was he released now?

He looked at where he was lying and found that it was his usual bedroom. There was no one in the bedroom except him and it was very quiet.

He was a little nervous, so he quietly got up and opened the door of the room.

The corridor was also quiet, and he walked out slowly. The carpet completely hid the sound of a child walking barefoot.

He heard a fierce argument coming from his father's study.

"You ignorant and foolish woman, you have raised me, the great grandson of the Ji family, into this kind of person... this kind of person..."

The child put his ear close to the crack in the door and heard his father's angry voice.

A what?

Why does my father's voice sound fearful?

Although he was very young at that time and might not understand too many complicated emotions, he was very familiar with fear. He was so familiar with it that he could smell it even if others showed a little bit of it.

"Monster madman!"

He heard the man he called father describe him like that.

Then came the grandfather's majestic shout, "Enough, shut up! Don't let me hear a word of this again!"

The only sounds in the study were the mother's soft sobs and the father's angry breathing.

He waited for a long time, and then heard his grandfather speak again, "Send him to the hospital for a while, on the grounds that grandma is old and seriously ill and needs her company."

When footsteps were heard, the child turned around and ran back to his room with inexplicable panic.

When it was time for dinner, the servant came to wake him up.

He noticed that the servants looked at him evasively, as if he was a man-eating monster...ah, monster, that's what his father called him.

And they also said he was crazy.

So did the servants know about this too?

But he didn't even know what was happening to him.

I had a very depressing meal that night.

He could see that no one wanted to eat at the same table with him, but perhaps because of his grandfather's inexplicable rules, they all had to sit in their seats, with reluctant expressions, as if they were being tortured.

A bunch of his father's "bastards" were also there, most of whom were staring at him with a look of wonder, fear, or malice.

The food in front of everyone exudes a fragrant aroma, and both its appearance and taste are undoubtedly top-notch.

However, when he smelled the meat in front of him, for some reason, a wave of nausea rushed up his throat, and only the extremely strong smell of rotten blood remained in his nostrils.

Looking at the plate of cooked meat with red threads still coming out in front of him, he opened his mouth and spit it out.

The depressing meal turned into a meal without food.

He was sent out of the Ji family mansion overnight that day.

He was a small boy, and as he walked through this "home" where he had lived for many years, he could always feel the gazes falling on him, making him feel uncomfortable.

He could feel that no one wanted to get close to him.

Just before he was about to get on the car, his half-brother, who had the worst relationship with him and the most challenging personality among the children in the family, ran up to him under the pretext of giving him a farewell gift.

Then he heard the kid lean close to his ear and said with undisguised malice, "Master Ji, is rotten maggoty cat meat delicious?"

The little child felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave and was frozen in place.

From then on, the rotten and foul smell appeared like a bone-chilling cancer in the dead of every thunderstorm night.