I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

He's crazy?

Ye Zhao glared at him, "What?"

Chen San was halfway into nodding when he met his sinister gaze again and was frightened.

"I don't mean anything else." Chen San twitched his tongue and abruptly changed the subject. "This is a good thing. If you take him down, then... your biggest secret will be safe."

Ye Zhao seemed to be thinking about something.

Sitting down on the sofa, crossing his legs, "Oh, am I that kind of person?"

"Could it be that you've imagined a life of not having enough to eat and not having enough clothes to wear?" Chen San hurriedly played his game without even looking up. "A sick mother, a debt-ridden self, and a father who loves gambling."

A penny stumps the hero.

What's more, Ye Zhao, the young master, is spoiled and used to a life of luxury.

Can you carry bricks, eat coarse food, or pick up scraps?

With such a good look, once he falls into the dust, how many people who covet and hate him will take action?

Ye Zhao's face was filled with embarrassment when his biggest worry was clearly stated.

If word got out that he was not Ye family's biological son, he would really be left with nothing.

Even though Zhou Xin, the real young master, has no money now, at least he has one of the best grades and can support himself. What does he have?

I can’t carry it on my shoulders or lift it with my hands.

Moreover, if he concealed the truth from Ye's father and mother, once they knew it, they would suffer the wrath of thunder.

No.

He couldn't accept it just thinking about it.

They loved him so much, he couldn't accept their looks of disgust.

What's more, he couldn't imagine Zhou Xin's life of working so hard but still not making enough.

This is hell.

Ye Zhao gripped the edge of the sofa beside him, his fingers sinking into it and turning white and twisted without him realizing it.

Anger, fear, disgust, resentment...

All kinds of emotions were tangled together, and his face turned gloomy.

"Oh, Mr. Ye, I didn't say anything."

After the game was over, seeing his pale face, Chen San immediately returned to his nonchalant look.

Ye Zhao was absent-minded and ignored him.

Chen San sighed, reached out and patted his shoulder to comfort him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they touched each other, Ye Zhao suddenly looked up like a frightened bird, "What are you doing?"

Before Chen San had time to explain, Zhou Xin rushed in and saw the intimate behavior of the two.

His disordered breathing slowed down, his eyes lowered slightly, and his hair covered his eyes.

"Ahem, I need to pee urgently, you guys chat."

As if facing a formidable enemy, Chen San ran away.

If he didn't leave, he would see black gas coming out of his body, which was terrifying to think about.

Besides, he doesn't want to die.

But he is the one who knows the most secrets.

Only then did Zhou Xin retract his murderous gaze and walked in expressionlessly.

"You said you liked me before?"

Ye Zhao was facing a great enemy, "No."

I was afraid that if I came back late, the consequences would be unpredictable.

"You said it before." Zhou Xin kept on pestering.

Ye Zhao refused to admit it, "That doesn't count."

She glared at him fiercely, as if she was going to pounce on him and bite off his neck if he dared to challenge her.

Others may not know about the side effects of the drug, but doesn’t the protagonist know about it?

"Let me change the question." Zhou Xin sighed.

Ye Zhao was afraid that he would ask something he shouldn't ask, so he kept his lips tightly closed.

"What do you think of me?" Zhou Xin held his breath when asking this question.

Ye Zhao frowned and wanted to say something, but when he saw his hurt eyes, he chose to give up.

"...very good." It sounded quite perfunctory.

"What's good?" Zhou Xin sat next to him.

Ye Zhao quickly moved and kept some distance from him.

"Just, a good person?" Ye Zhao was unsure.

Afraid that he would ask even more unbearable questions, he stood up and tried to leave this place of trouble. When he passed by Zhou Xin, he was grabbed by the hand.

Ye Zhao subconsciously shook it off, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Xin had anticipated this, so he held her hand tighter, looking straight at her. "I want to tell you what happened just now."

Because of his life experience, Ye Zhao now feels both disgusted and afraid of him.

Forced to remain calm, he said, "Speak."

"I like you." Zhou Xin's eyes were calm and innocent, and his tone was gentle and tender, like the first melting snow. "Ye Zhao, I want to make our fake play real."

Ye Zhao's breathing stagnated and his expression was tense.

It's over.

This doesn't sound like a sarcastic remark. Has the effect of the medicine worn off?

So how did he answer?

It’s better not to say anything.

So, Ye Zhao, who was at a loss, chose to be an ostrich, gritting his teeth and refusing to answer.

Zhou Xin understood, her expression dejected, like a beautiful woman in dejection, "Actually, I'm prepared to be humiliated by you."

Now he is silent, which is much better than I imagined.

It is also clear who Ye Zhao likes.

The gap between their identities is too big, no matter which one it is, it is impossible.

Ye Zhao remained silent.

In fact, he really wanted to beat him up inside and out.

But, I can’t.

Ye Zhao received a phone call and returned to the Ye family's old house that night.

Ye's mother, who was sitting on the sofa watching a TV show, saw him come in and stood up and hugged him.

"Mom." Ye Zhao called out, looking around, "Where's Dad?"

"He will be back later." Mother Ye touched his head lovingly and quickly let him go.

He looked her up and down and said, "You've lost weight. There's no place like home with servants. You should move back."

"But..." Ye Zhao explained, "I weighed myself and I gained two kilograms."

Mother Ye choked instantly and wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes.

Ye's mother said to herself, "It seems that you have agreed to come back, right? That's great! I will ask the kitchen to prepare a large table of your favorite food."

Ye Zhao's face was full of black lines, trying to show that he didn't say anything.

Ye's mother doesn't care.

She only wants to hear what she wants to hear.

If you don’t want to listen, sorry, you can’t hear it.

At this moment, the servant handed her a bowl of Chinese medicine, "Madam, the medicine has cooled down."

Ye Zhao became nervous, "Mom, are you sick?"

"It's okay." Mother Ye wanted to brush it off, "Look at today..."

Ye Zhao was unusually stubborn, "Mom."

"There's really nothing wrong with you, kid. You just have some insomnia." Ye's mother was helpless.

Ye Zhao looked at the servant Mrs. Li.

Mrs. Li nodded.

After confirming that what he said was true, Ye Zhao breathed a sigh of relief without leaving any trace.

"Mom, just drink it." He pulled her clothes and coaxed her.

Mother Ye raised the corner of her mouth, "Then you say, Ms. Ye, the most beautiful woman in my heart, please drink the medicine."

Ye Zhao was helpless and endured the shame, "Ms. Ye, the most beautiful lady in my heart, please drink the medicine."

Only then did Ye's mother swallow it in one gulp.

By the way, ask the servant to bring the things she prepared.

Mrs. Li placed a beautifully crafted box in front of the two of them.

Ye's mother looked mysterious, "Guess what it is?"

Ye Zhao pondered for a moment, "Antique cup?"

Ye's mother shook her head.

"vase?"

Mother Ye shook her head again.

"Avalokitesvara statue?"

Mother Ye shook her head again.

Ye Zhao imitated her childhood behavior and acted like a spoiled child, "My best mother, please tell me."

He knows what it is.

Of course, something that can break the scumbag’s defense.

Ye's mother is the one who falls for this trick the most.

Without keeping anyone in suspense, he opened the box with a snap.

What appeared before his eyes was a zodiac jade pendant that was exactly the same as the protagonist's.

The difference is that this piece is carved from jade.

The color is like the leaves on the branches in early spring, bright and beautiful, catching the eye.

Ye Zhao's smile froze.

Suddenly he stood up from the sofa in fright.

"Mother?"

Just calling her made me feel guilty.

Ye's mother picked up the jade pendant and reminisced. "You had one when you were born, but it broke. I've been thinking about finding a satisfactory piece of jade to make a new one for you. Now I've found it, and I've asked the most famous Master Mingguang to consecrate it."

She stood up to put it on him.

Ye Zhao's breathing became unstable and he took a step back.

Looking at the dragon carved on the jade pendant, a flash of rejection passed through his eyes.

Ye's mother saw that he seemed unhappy, "Don't you like it?"

Ye Zhao forced a smile and nodded with difficulty, "I like it."

Mother Ye hugged him again, "The only wish your father and I have is that you are well."

Ye Zhao adjusted his mood and said, "I'm fine. I can run and jump."

Ye's mother thought so too, why should she be sad?

"Then, will mom put it on you?"

Ye Zhao was in a state of confusion, but he forced himself to remain calm and said, "Okay."

After putting it on, Ye's mother took a look at it and showed a hint of satisfaction.

Mother Ye stroked the jade pendant and said, "The previous jade pendant was broken to protect you from disaster. I hope this one can also protect you from harm."

Seeing that she believed it firmly, Ye Zhao hesitated for a moment and decided not to discourage her.

In fact, isn’t that jade pendant worn by the protagonist?

It's bad luck.

And it's the kind that brings bad luck to anyone who wears it.