This superpower is unreliable.

Twenty-six years ago, in the old house of the Wen family in Huajing.

Wen Ruxu stood expressionlessly in the middle of the courtyard, watching the white silks fluttering in the wind. Occasionally, two pieces of white silk would entangle with each other, twisting and tangling under the stirring of the wind, and then returning to calm after the wind stopped. It was strange and lacking in beauty.

He sneered and said to himself, "He's been dead for so long, and he's still hanging around, pretending."

The wide brim of his hat covered most of his face. Even if one looked around, no one could really see the expression in his eyes at this moment. The only thing that was obvious was his tightly pursed lips.

Only Wen Ruxu knew what he was thinking.

In the past, he always sneaked in through the side door when he came to the old house, and went straight to the old man's study. Now that he was allowed to appear in the yard openly, he actually didn't know where to go.

I don’t know what the old man is up to.

"Second Young Master? Why are you standing here?"

A servant he had never seen before suddenly walked up to him. Judging from the style of his clothes, he was probably a minor steward in the courtyard.

Wen Ruxu curled the corners of his lips, "Nothing."

Yes, Second Young Master.

Isn’t he the true second young master?

"Second Young Master."

Another voice of "Second Young Master" suddenly came, Wen Ruxu turned around immediately and found that the familiar voice came from the old butler here.

Wen Ruxu couldn't help but squint his eyes and adjusted the brim of his hat.

In the past, it was the old butler who took him to the study, so the old butler knew his identity. But now he also follows others in calling him the Second Young Master?

Could it be that the old man wanted to restore order and let him return to his roots?

"Second Young Master." The old butler emphasized the title again, "Please follow me."

"Heh." Wen Ruxu smiled softly. Well, let's see what they want to do.

However, the old housekeeper did not take him directly to the study as before, but took him to another room. Before he even stepped into the door, he smelled a very uncomfortable smell.

The smell was not foul, but bitter and burnt with a hint of sweetness, which went up into the brain through the nose, like the smell of blood and dirt stained by the thick clothes of the god of death from the depths of hell, which was thick and lingering.

Wen Ruxu walked in with a wrinkled nose and saw Old Man Wen half lying on the bed, holding something in his hand, reading it intently. There was even a softness on his wrinkled face that he had never seen before.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Mr. Wen suddenly started coughing, and the old housekeeper immediately went over to pat his chest and back to help him breathe. The unpleasant smell that he had gotten used to suddenly became stronger.

After a while, Mr. Wen finally stopped coughing. He turned over the thing he had been holding in his hand and put it aside. He regained his usual mysterious expression and spoke slowly.

"coming."

Wen Ruxu held his breath and took a step forward, "Long time no see, Mr. Wen."

"Call Grandpa."

"Grandpa?" Wen Ruxu shook his head when he heard this, lowered his eyes and sneered, "Okay, Grandpa. I wonder what drama Grandpa wants to perform today?"

Old Master Wen stared at Wen Ruxu like a lion in his twilight years. Even though his mental state was not very good at the moment, his eyes were still sharp.

“From today on, you are Nu Skin.”

Wen Ruxu raised his eyebrows. No wonder the old housekeeper called him the Second Young Master for the first time today. This identity that was taken away from him when he was born and should have belonged to him now required him to become his younger brother in order to return to him. How ridiculous.

It's just that Wen Ruxin had run away from home several times before, so he had to be asked to do things as a substitute. This time, it was probably because Wen Ruxin ran away from home for a much longer time than before, so he needed to take over for a longer time. He was not surprised, so he habitually mocked: "Why, my twin brother who I have never met finally decided to leave the Wen family and pursue his literary dream after getting married? So he needs me to come back to save the situation? It's really a cause for celebration."

After several seconds of silence, Mr. Wen spoke calmly.

"He's dead." When he said this, Grandpa Wen's expression did not change at all, as if the death of his grandson was just an insignificant matter like "drinking up all the water, pouring another glass."

But he added one more sentence, and sighed twice more.

"We went together as scheduled."

Wen Ruxu was stunned for a moment, then she couldn't help but hold her stomach and burst into laughter. As she laughed, tears came out.

"Really? So now you only have me as your biological grandson, and you actually want me to take Wen Ruxin's place? Wen Denian, are you getting senile and confused?"

"Master Ruxu! Please be respectful!" The butler opened his mouth to scold Wen Ruxu, but was refuted by him in a louder voice.

"Why? Back then, you cruelly raised me alone abroad because that lousy fortune teller said that I had a bad fate and would bring bad luck to the entire Wen family. Even my name couldn't appear in the family tree, and no one knew that Wen Ruxu existed. Twenty-eight years, a full twenty-eight years. Now that two well-behaved grandchildren with good fates have died, you remembered me and asked me to continue to be a substitute. Grandpa, my good grandpa, do you really hate me that much?"

By the end of his speech, Wen Ruxu's voice was trembling with choking, but once the bag of resentment was opened, it was out of control. Even though his voice was blocked by the anger and even the words he spoke were unclear, he still shouted out his grievances at the top of his lungs.

"Master Ruxu!"

"Old Zhang." Old Master Wen coughed a few times and waved to the old housekeeper, "It's okay, you can go out first."

The old butler looked at the two of them worriedly for a few times, and finally left the room at the insistence of Grandpa Wen, leaving the grandfather and grandson in this thick bitter atmosphere.

"I know you have a lot of resentment towards me, and this is Grandpa's fault for you." Grandpa Wen took a breath and continued slowly: "I have really wronged you over the years. Letting you live with the identity of Nu Xin is also to compensate you."

Wen Ruxu quickly wiped away the tears that welled up from her eyes due to her excessive excitement just now, and said fiercely through gritted teeth: "Being a substitute is a shitty compensation! Are you kidding me again?"

"You are just living under his identity temporarily." Old Master Wen turned sideways and picked up a document on the table, then waved it towards Wen Ruxu. "You must be Su Yunqing's husband. Keep her and let her become the foundation of the Wen family. You can never leave."

Old Master Wen threw the document out, and in his calm and turbid eyes, a cold light flickered, like an arrow aiming at its prey.

"Do as I say, and I can guarantee that you will have everything from the Wen family and even the Su family."

"But before that, this is your inescapable responsibility as a member of the Wen family."