The obedient girl glances up, and the tyrannical tycoon kneels down to pamper her.

My name is Xing Luoziyue.

He is nine years old this year.

My classmates always ask me why it's a four-character surname, since they've never heard of the compound surname "Xing Luo".

I'm ignorant and ignorant, but I'm the first person with the compound surname "Xingluo".

Actually, it was my dad who named me. He said I am both my father's son and my mother's son.

I'm definitely my mom's son, but I don't know if I'm my dad's.

Every time I say this, my family covers my mouth and lectures me, telling me not to let my dad hear it, or he'll definitely chase after me and beat me.

Pshaw, I'm not afraid.

Everyone says my dad is fierce, and they're afraid of him.

I'm not afraid at all.

I'm afraid of my mom.

My mom is beautiful and gentle. When I go to school, people say she's my older sister, so I just call her "older sister." But she always tells me to call her "Mom" or "older sister," otherwise my dad will be unhappy.

I don't care whether Dad is happy or not, but I can't make Mom unhappy.

So I was afraid of hurting my mom's feelings, afraid of upsetting her, so I was known as her obedient child.

My dad called me a pretentious jerk.

Ah, like father, like son!

My dad isn't a good person either. He speaks nicely to my mom, but behind her back he either yells at me or kicks me. Yet he still tries to pretend to be a loving father and filial son with me.

If my husband and I have a conflict, my mom is caught in the middle and puts us in a difficult position.

Before I was eight years old, I lived a life of misery under my father's authority.

After the age of eight, if you disagree, just fight!

I will never let my parents' money spent on boxing coaches go to waste.

I want to show my dad what it means to pay money to suffer, and what it means to go against the natural order!

It didn't work out.

A father is always a father.

But a mother is always a mother.

My dad threw me over his shoulder and I fell onto the stage. I accidentally dislocated my joints. It must have hurt, but as a man, I definitely wouldn't cry.

"Waaaaaah, Mom! Dad hit me!"

I was in a cast for a month, and my dad stayed home and treated me very well for that entire month.

After the cast is removed, my dad will definitely retaliate.

I'm prepared to run to my mom's place, or my grandparents' house, my aunt's house, my godparents' house... anything away from my dad.

But my dad didn't do anything.

I was anxious for over a week, thinking that my dad must have had a change of heart and would no longer "abuse" his only son.

After relaxing for more than a month, I came home from school and opened the door to my room, only to find a bowl of flour falling from the sky.

That damn dad of mine was standing in the living room drinking hot water and giving me a taunting look!

The previous one was called psychological warfare; this one is called all's fair in war.

I once contemplated killing my father, but then I worried that it would be difficult for any man to catch my mother's eye. I was still young, and I feared that only my mother would be there to take care of me.

"What are you thinking about, you brat?"

While my dad turned around, I kicked him so hard he fell face-first onto the sofa.

I replied, "All's fair in war!"

As soon as my mom came back, my damn dad started yelling and complaining. My mom looked at the two of us and just shook her head, saying she wouldn't care about us.

How can that work!

I had no choice but to apologize to my dad, and my dad had no choice but to apologize to me as well.

As a result, starting from my tenth birthday, my dad was either watching my studies or taking me on business trips, and he would give me a hundred million yuan every now and then, giving me a month to spend it all.

Naked revenge.

My mom and the others were heartbroken, but my mom didn't stop my dad. I knew that my dad's place in my mom's heart was no less than mine!

I had to go to school, give my dad advice, and figure out how to spend money. That continued until I was fifteen, when my dad sent me to a boarding international high school.

I heard my dad used to be a school bully, so I'm sure I'll surpass him.

I heard it as soon as I entered the school.

"Holy crap, that little tyrant from the Xing family is here too!"

There's no need to bother me at all; the students will create momentum on their own.

I've taken the position of school bully. I've surpassed the newcomers, and there are bound to be some people who are not convinced, but they don't dare to do it openly because my dad is Xing Yanzhao and my uncle is Kuang Ye. They are both on the world's richest list and are top figures who endorse their own companies.

My uncle's name is Yu Bosen, and he usually appears at diplomatic press conferences.

In theory, no one would dare to touch me, but we couldn't suppress the youthful arrogance of everyone.

I had someone block the alley.

It's just a fight. I've fought with my dad countless times. More than ten people are no match for me... Fine, I'm no match for them.

I got beaten up, but I also beat up half of them.

Even my dad had never been so ruthless. I decided to teach those people a lesson myself. With a face full of injuries and a limp, I didn't dare go home.

He went to hide at his godmother and godfather's house.

I can't go to my maternal grandparents' house. They would definitely cry if they saw me there, and my aunt would feel sorry for her too, since she has a heart condition.

Going to my aunt's house would definitely expose me, since my aunt and uncle listen to my dad a lot.

My godmother is different; she'll bring a chair and come up with me.

"Oh my god, I've never dared to slap you in the face before! Who did? Godmother, go teach these brats a lesson!" Godmother rolled up her sleeves, turned around, and went into the kitchen to get a cleaver.

Damn it! You can't bring a knife.

"Godmother, don't worry. Once my foot is healed, we'll go back and get our revenge. But before that, could you tell my mom and dad that you miss me and I'd like to stay with you for a week?" I clasped my hands together, knowing when to be ingratiating.

Are you worried about upsetting your parents?

"It's because I'm afraid my mom will be upset, my dad wouldn't."

“Who says your dad can’t?” Godmother said. “When you fell and hurt yourself when you were nine, your dad would ask the doctor about your recovery every day. And all those nourishing soups you drank, your dad made them himself.”

I got goosebumps all over my body.

"Really?" I don't believe it.

The godmother's smile suddenly froze, and she held up her phone, saying, "It's your dad on the phone."

I was so scared that I jumped up and started eavesdropping.

"Where did my son go hiding with you and Lao Shen?"

I shook my head frantically.

My godmother had only said "no" when my dad, as if he had foreseen it, said he was already on his way.

The godmother looked helpless.

I was completely indifferent. So what if I get yelled at?

"Besides your face and hands, where else are you hurt?" My dad's first question was actually one of concern, which made me feel quite uncomfortable.

"Don't you know to go to the hospital?"

Great, he yelled at me. That's my damn father!

I sat down on the sofa, turning my head to express my dissatisfaction, "And the legs and feet too."

Suddenly, my dad squatted down in front of me, pulled up my trouser leg, and startled me!

"Do you know it hurts now?"

"No, I didn't cry out in pain." Faced with my dad's tyranny, I had no choice but to sit properly and let him roll up my trouser leg and take off my shoes to check the situation.

Dad's brows furrowed more and more deeply.

Upon closer inspection, I could see that my dad was still sweating, and when he spoke his first sentence, I could hear him breathing heavily.

Are you that angry?

"Dad, you should praise me. I took on five people at once, and they didn't get the better of me."

"Come up."

"Huh?" My dad suddenly turned his back to me.

I was stunned for a long time.

"Hurry, to the hospital."

I'm already fifteen, how can I let my dad carry me? No way.

"I'll go by myself."

“If you keep walking, you’ll hurt your feet. If your mother asks, what will you say without my cover? That you fell? Is your mother that stupid?”

Of course my mom isn't stupid!

Startled by my dad's words, I had no choice but to lie down on top of him.

That's utterly shameful! A fifteen-year-old still having his dad carry him! If word gets out, this school bully is really making a fool of himself!

I kept my head down the whole way.

I couldn't get on the bus no matter how far I walked, so I looked up and asked, "Hasn't the bus come in yet?"

"It was abandoned at the crossroads," my dad said. "Uncle Chen will be here soon."

So it wasn't anger, it was exhaustion.

My dad drove all the way to my godmother's house after his car broke down.

My dad is forty-seven this year.

My heart suddenly clenched, and I whispered, "It's quite a distance from the crossroads to my godmother's house."

"Hmm," my dad simply replied.

The father and son remained silent the entire way.