Linshui Town, a mansion of considerable size.

A richly dressed middle-aged man walked around a side room like an ant on a hot pot, looking very anxious and nervous.

From inside the chamber, there were moans of pain and some noisy small sounds.

Outside the wing, in addition to the middle-aged man, there were also two servants with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, wearing simple clothes, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads in front of the middle-aged man.

"Zhang San."

The middle-aged man shouted abruptly.

"Hey, what's the matter, sir?" The named servant stepped forward, a flattering smile on his face.

"You say, is Man Feng born a man or a woman?" The middle-aged man smiled slightly.

Zhang San was stunned for a moment, and then frantically calculated in his heart.

As the largest merchant in Linshui Town, Master Qin has commercial assets covering the whole town, and at the same time only married one wife, and the two did not get a child until they were middle-aged.

With a lot of business assets waiting to be inherited, does the lord want his children to be male or female? There seems to be an answer to this question.

"Master, Zhang San thinks it must be a boy, the kind of genius who is full of scriptures and spits out Lanfang." Zhang San replied.

"Nonsense, what are you doing in literature? Will you be able to write books and starve to death in the future? If you want me to say that he must be a calculating, extremely intelligent boy, so that he can inherit the family property of his master. Another servant interjected.

The middle-aged man seemed to be very useful to the sycophants of the two subordinates, and the corners of his mouth were almost grinning to the roots of his ears, but his majesty could not be lost, so he quickly restrained his smile.

He suddenly remembered something, shook his head and said, "I hope that he can be a cultivator, not asking for anything else, just hoping to have the power to protect himself in this troubled world." ”

What the middle-aged man said was true, he was not like these subordinates, he had never left Linshui Town in his life, and he didn't know how dangerous the outside world was.

The middle-aged man left home at the age of ten, wandered outside for decades, experienced countless lives and deaths, and knew how precious it is to have a piece of power.

He only hopes that the child can have the qualifications to cultivate the truth, then he will be relieved in this life.

But I can only think about it, the seedlings of cultivation are not leeks, and you can have them if you say you have them.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!"

A loud baby cry suddenly came from the side room, which shocked the middle-aged man and the two subordinates for a moment, and did not react for a while, until the midwife's loud voice sounded, and the middle-aged man suddenly woke up.

"Master, give birth, give birth! It's a handle! ”

The happy screams of the midwife and the loud cry of the baby from the wing room directly hooked the soul of the middle-aged man.

He pushed open the door of the wing room and rushed in stunned, leaving behind a sentence that made the two subordinates excited.

"You two go to the steward and receive ten taels of gold each, and say that it is my will, and reward you both!"

"Thank you, sir!!"

After the middle-aged man rushed into the room, he ignored the midwife, walked to the side of the bed, knelt directly on the ground, and held the weak right hand of the woman on the bed.

"Man Feng, you have worked hard." He reassured.

"It's not hard, sir, look at the child." The woman on the bed squeezed out a smile with all her might.

The middle-aged man nodded, stood up, took the child from the midwife's hand, and gently held it in his arms, his face full of doting.

It's my own child.

The child I dreamed of, still a boy, God simply favored him too much.

"Little one, what do you want to give you a name?" He teased the baby in his arms with joy.

At this moment, the baby who had been crying suddenly stopped, opened a pair of big dark eyes, and looked directly at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, then watched the baby's small mouth open and close, and said a word in a childish voice.

"Silly dog, I'm your father." So says the baby.

Inside the wing, there was a dead silence.

……

Spring goes to autumn, and sixteen years have passed.

It's still that Qin Mansion, that wing room.

A young man in white sat in a chair in a daze, as if thinking about something.

"Young Master, this is today's meal."

A servant came softly to the wing, knocked on the door, and placed the meal in front of it.

"Your mom is dead." The young man in white replied through the door.

It's a very vicious swear word.

But the servant acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and his heart was undisturbed, and he just left the chamber silently, and the young man in white was expressionless, as if the swear word was not what he said.

It's really not what he said... At least not from his intentions.

The young man's name is Qin Ran, the only son of the Qin family, and the Qin family is the richest merchant family in Linshui Town.

If you use one word to describe Qin Ran's appearance, it is handsome, and if you use three words to describe his appearance, the beautiful young man is unmistakable.

Such a rich and handsome young man should have become a heartthrob.

It's a pity that God is always unfair.

Because Qin Ran has been cursed since he was born.

A curse called the Bad Mouth System.

And it took more than ten years for Qin Ran to finally understand what this so-called system was.

This fucking thing is a curse!

As long as Qin Ran talks to others, there is a probability that the bad mouth system will activate, forcibly changing what he is going to say and turning it into any swear word in the thesaurus of the bad mouth system.

Dirty words such as "your mother is dead" and "what about your mother".

It's nothing short of a disaster.

To be honest, Qin Ran thinks that he is a kind-hearted and personable teenager, and he really, really hates swearing.

But the bad mouth system shattered Qin Ran's image and his soft glass-like heart in his interactions with others again and again.

Among them, the most excessive was when he was eight years old.

That year, he was eight years old, and the little girl next door was also eight years old.

The two have no guesses, in the case of childhood sweethearts, the two watch and watch every day, and somehow, they spark love.

Probably because of his young age? In short, Qin Ran fell in love with the girl who would have two small dimples when she smiled.

The little girl obviously likes the little boy who smiles every day and is so handsome that he drops scum.

So one evening, the little girl plucked up the courage and confessed to Qin Ran under a century-old tree.

"I like you."

Qin Ran still remembered the little girl's blushing face, the fingers that stirred with uneasiness, and the smell of spring when she said this.

What a pure age it was, Qin Ran touched love for the first time.

So he spoke, and he vowed to spend his life taking care of this girl.

"I also like... Yang your mother's ashes. ”

Bad mouth system, triggered.

Qin Ran's heart was broken.

The little girl ran home crying, and three days later, the family moved away from Linshui Town, and it seemed that her mother was really afraid of being dusted.

Qin Ran was stupid.

He stood under the old tree all night, until the next day the servants of the house carried him back.

Qin Ran couldn't explain it to others, as long as he explained, others would look at him with neurotic eyes.

Because a person who has a bad mouth all day long will not be trusted by others.

So since he was eight years old, Qin Ran chose to be autistic, nesting in the wing room every day, doing nothing, just eating and sleeping.

This autism has almost passed another eight years.

In another seven days, Qin Ran would be sixteen years old.