In order to survive, she forced herself to have a happy ending with the yandere villain.

"Yes."

"That's perfect, my poison finally has a purpose. Hahaha."

With a smug look on his face, the middle-aged man picked up the venom-covered snake from the jade bed and stuffed it into the iron cage against the wall.

He then wiped the unidentified liquid off his hands with a handkerchief.

He tidied himself up, opened the door, and went out.

Upon seeing the master emerge, the guard quickly bowed respectfully and reminded him:

"Master, the young master brought back a few friends from the martial arts world with him while he was out."

A glint of light flashed in the handsome middle-aged man's eyes, and his face showed a hint of disbelief.

"Oh? My son actually has friends in the martial arts world?"

...

Xie Ze led them into the Xie residence. The front courtyard was paved with pebbles, clean and tidy, with three layers of stone winding continuously on both sides, lush and green.

Passing through the front courtyard, one arrives at the Xie family mansion, with its winding corridors leading to the main hall. The main hall is spacious, with carved beams and painted rafters.

The four corners of the eaves curve upwards, resembling an eagle spreading its wings and soaring into the sky.

Along the way, no one else was seen at the mansion.

Only the scenery along the road appeared mysterious and quiet.

Before the group even got close to the hall, they heard a laugh from afar.

"Haha, these must be the friends from the martial arts world that Ze'er brought back?"

Xie Ze, who was leading the way, visibly shuddered when he heard the middle-aged man's voice.

Zhong Shi, who was pushing his wheelchair, also stopped.

Looking over, they saw a handsome middle-aged man dressed in dark purple who looked somewhat like Xie Ze, walking towards them with a smile.

He heard the Xie family guards and Zhong Shi respectfully address him as "Master".

Only then did they learn that this man was Xie Zhentian, a notorious poison maker in the martial arts world.

Gu Chaomu and Qiao Wanwan, of course, had to greet him politely, and said in unison:

"uncle."

"Ah."

Xie Zhentian's eyes lit up with pleasure, a stark contrast to the stiff expression on his son's face.

When you see polite children, you can't help but look at them.

They are a group of kids who are both good-looking and talented.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, smiled knowingly, and said with satisfaction:

"The friends Ze'er brought back seem quite nice. Welcome to our Xie family. You can stay as long as you like. The housekeeper should also take them out to have some fun. There are so many things to do in Anqi City lately."

"Yes, sir."

Zhong Shi responded with a shout after receiving the instruction.

Qiao Wanwan and the others also politely said:

"Thank you uncle."

The middle-aged man thought that his son was naturally aloof, and that becoming friends with him might be beneficial to his son, which is why he treated him this way.

They became somewhat curious about their identities.

"Whose children are you all? How about I help Ze'er host a proper banquet for you?"

"this…"

Xie Ze felt uneasy when his father asked about their identities.

He did not want his father to interfere in his affairs.

He didn't want Qiao Wanwan's true identity to be discovered.

Before Gu Chaomu could explain, she quickly stopped him with a displeased expression:

“Father, they are tired from their journey and don’t need any banquet. They just need to rest. I hope you won’t disturb them. I will take them away now. Please make yourself at home, Father.”

"... "

Gu Chaomu and Qiao Wanwan simply listened and watched silently.

The way this father and son interact seems rather unfriendly.

They could tell that Xie Ze clearly disliked Xie Zhentian.

They are just outsiders, they don't understand the situation, and it's not appropriate for them to get involved in other people's family affairs.

He could only stand aside and remain silent.

Xie Zhentian's attitude towards his son seemed to be quite normal; he didn't feel disappointed because of his son's bad attitude, but instead smiled more.

"Yes, go ahead. I'm relieved to see that Ze'er has returned safely."

"!"

Xie Ze's brows furrowed, a hint of ferocity creeping into his eyes, making the hairs on his forehead stand on end.

He gritted his teeth, his lips turning white as he pressed them tightly together, giving no kind look to the man opposite him, whom others considered a "good father."

He reached out and started pushing the wheels of his wheelchair, clearly not wanting to stay there.

His indifferent tone served as a reminder to those behind him.

"Let's go."

As you can see, Xie Ze seems to be angry.

He then politely clasped his hands in farewell to Xie Zhentian.

"Uncle, farewell."

"Yes, good children. You should hurry up and catch up, or Ze'er will get angry."

"... "

Listening to the uncle's words, everyone felt a mix of helpless indulgence and affection. He had a good personality and treated Xie Ze quite well.

But why does Xie Ze hate him so much?

They didn't know why.

Qiao Wanwan wondered, if someone has such a good personality, why would they raise such a morbid villain?

That's strange; it needs further investigation.

Xie Zhentian, who was opposite, felt a clear gaze and slowly met Qiao Wanwan's peach blossom eyes, which were similar to Xie Ze's.

As he watched the pretty girl staring at him, the corners of his lips, adorned with a neat, clean mustache, turned up, and his expression softened.

"!!"

Qiao Wanwan also came to her senses and nodded politely in response.

"Miss, let's follow."

"Well, let's go."

The group left with Xie Ze, leaving only Zhong Shiyi and the others behind.

He stepped forward, knelt before the master, and accepted the punishment.

"Master, your subordinate brought the young master back late. Please forgive us."

"Hey, what's going on? Get up quickly."

Xie Zhentian helped him up with one hand, his face beaming with pleasure.

"Just bring him back safely, what's wrong with being a little late? I just saw that Ze'er's complexion was much better. I didn't expect that Ze'er was able to cultivate his character and make many friends during this trip. As his father, I am very happy."

Seeing that the master was genuinely happy for the young master, Zhong Shi was also very excited.

The master rarely showed such concern for the young master.

He reported to the master from the perspective of an elder looking at a younger person:

"On the way, the young master suffered great pain because he had no medicine. However, for some reason, the toxins in his body eased up a lot later. The young master also stopped having frequent attacks."

"Oh?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Xie Zhentian's eyes.

"Isn't this a good sign for my son's health? It's truly heaven's help! After twenty years of nurturing his body, this trip has actually started to have an effect. Hahaha."

"... "

Butler Zhong listened to the master's laughter, his joy stemming from the young master's body, which he had nurtured with medicine, rather than from his concern for the young master himself.

I felt a little sad for the young master.

Zhong Shi couldn't help but feel indignant on behalf of the young master's efforts.

The young master was leaving the manor to do errands for the master, but instead of praising him, the master was preoccupied with how to use the young master's body to test medicine on him.

They didn't seem like father and son; the young master was more like the master's experimental subject...

Zhong Shi tried his best to explain the relationship between the master and the young master.

Fearing that the master would be angry if he heard this, she could only say it tactfully:

"Master, the young master's health cannot be further tormented. Otherwise, how will our Xie family continue its lineage?"

"What are you saying? You said his health is gradually improving, so how could my little bit of poison ruin his body?"

Xie Zhentian chuckled softly, a bluish light flashing in his eyes, and continued:

“If Ze’er can’t even withstand that little bit of poison and ruins his already broken body, then what use is this body to him? Zhong Shi, you’re overthinking it.”

Xie Zhentian reached out and patted Zhong Shi on the shoulder, his words sending a chill down Zhong Shi's spine.

The old man's words sounded as if he were describing his own ordinary, failed product.

Get rid of anything that has no meaning for him.

But the master was talking about a living, breathing person, his own flesh and blood, and yet he could say such heartless things.

Steward Zhong could only shut his mouth and no longer mention the young master's drug trial.