“What are you looking at? What use is it to catch me? He’s my son—this is a family matter! You damn security guards have no right to interfere!”
“Hurry up and make that brat give me my alimony! I want a hundred thousand right now! If I have to wait another ten minutes, it’ll be two hundred thousand!”
Outside the security office, a young man clenched his fists at the foul words coming from inside. He was itching to rush in and land a few punches on Old Man Song to vent his anger. He paced back and forth twice before fuming at the middle-aged security guard beside him. “Uncle, why did his son let the cops leave? How is this guy not getting arrested for this?”
“What’s the rush? That old man only got caught trying to climb the wall. And since it’s a family matter between father and son, even if he ends up at the station, they probably won’t detain him.” The middle-aged guard took a drag from his cigarette and calmly reassured him. “That young master already told us to wait. Their family’s highly respected elder is on the way. We might as well sit tight…”
“That damn old man is as slippery as an eel. He’s not even afraid of being locked up—what’s the point of calling an elder?” The young guard was clearly unconvinced.
The older man smacked him on the head and then pointed toward the nearby garden. Song Qing was pacing anxiously, but right next to him, the young master sat steadily in a bamboo chair, gazing at the scenery with an almost leisurely air.
“See that? People like you, who can’t hide your emotions, are running in circles. But that young master is as steady as a mountain, completely unfazed. He may be young, but he’s obviously the backbone of their family. If he says we wait, then we wait. I bet he’s got a plan.” The older guard spoke with conviction.
Sure enough, not long after, they spotted Assistant Xiao Bai leading a group of people over. He enthusiastically handed each of them a bottle of water and a pack of cigarettes before grinning. “Brothers, thanks for your hard work! Mr. Song’s elder has arrived. We’ve had a quick talk inside, and this will all be settled soon.”
The security guards had barely taken the water and cigarettes before they were stunned by the sight of four robust middle-aged women following behind Bai Songyin. They were momentarily bewildered.
“…These are the highly respected elders?”
“Yes, they’re Mr. Song’s first, second, third, and fourth aunts.” Bai Songyin lied without blinking. Of course, he couldn’t admit that the young master had given him ten thousand yuan in startup funds to find a few idle village women from nearby to help out.
“Alright then, go on in.” The young guard cooperatively opened the door. Watching them walk inside, he hesitated before turning to his colleague. “Uncle, why does something about this feel… off?”
“Hmm…” The middle-aged man also hesitated. This was nothing like the scenario he had imagined—where a group of dignified white-haired elders would come to mediate the situation.
From a distance, Song Qing watched Xiao Bai leading the four aunts inside, still feeling doubtful. He turned to Su Weisheng and asked hesitantly, “Little Ancestor, will this really work? That old bastard does like women, but he prefers young ones. I doubt he’ll respect these aunts…”
Su Weisheng had just made a clean 100,000 from the little drama queen, so naturally, he had to treat his client well. With a leisurely smile, he reassured, “Don’t worry. The aunts will have a very logical conversation with him.”
Before he even finished speaking, an explosive curse erupted from inside. “Who the hell are you?! You damn hags, get lost! Get lost! Let that little bastard Song Qing come in and see me!” As he shouted, Old Man Song had already jumped up in a fury, roughly shoving aside the aunt in front of him.
Song Qing’s heart clenched, and he immediately prepared to rush inside.
The next second, one of the robust aunts suddenly collapsed onto the floor, wailing like a dying pig.
“Murder! Murder! Ahh—my waist! He’s broken my waist! Help! Someone’s been killed—!”
“What?! We tried to reason with you, but not only did you refuse to listen, you even resorted to violence! Do you think you can bully us just because we’re helpless widows and orphans? You old bastard, we’ll fight you to the end!!”
With a furious battle cry from another aunt, the war erupted instantly.
Through the glass of the security office, the onlookers watched in stunned silence as the aunt on the ground continued wailing and cursing, while the other three launched a synchronized assault. One scratched Old Man Song’s face, another focused on kicking his lower body, and the third grabbed a washbasin from the room and slammed it straight onto his head.
“Holy shit—help—save me—you crazy shrews—somebody, get them off me—AAAH!”
Old Man Song’s screams of agony were abruptly cut off as he collapsed to the ground in a pitiful heap, completely motionless.
Outside, everyone was dumbfounded.
Security guard: “Uh… these are the highly respected elders?”
Song Qing: “Little Ancestor… did you just… hire hitwomen?”
Su Weisheng, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, even offered a serious evaluation: “This is an ancient and time-honored intangible cultural heritage—’Aunts’ Street Brawl’. When used against scoundrels, its damage output is doubled. Best of all, there are absolutely no legal consequences.”
Indeed, if Song Qing were to argue with Old Man Song face-to-face, whether he won or lost, he’d be morally shackled by filial piety. If the show’s staff detained the old man or sent him to the police station, they’d be accused of mistreating the elderly. But when a group of feisty village aunts brawled with a shameless old geezer… well, now that was a completely different story.
This was the kind of fight where the loser lost not just the battle, but their dignity.
By the time the security guards snapped out of their shock and rushed in to break up the fight, the aunts executed a flawless retreat. As if they had undergone rigorous professional training, all four of them collapsed onto the floor in perfect synchronization. Gone was their earlier dominance—now, they were groaning in agony like helpless victims.
Aunt A: “Oh dear, my waist! He nearly broke my waist!”
Aunt B: “Call 120! Quick! My heart condition is acting up—hurry, hurry!”
Aunt C: “I have high blood pressure… I might pass out any second!”
Aunt D: “That old bastard beat us all half to death! If we don’t get 200,000 in compensation today, nobody’s leaving!”
Meanwhile, Old Man Song lay sprawled on the ground, unable to move. With great difficulty, he lifted his bloodied face, weakly clutching the security guard’s pant leg as he gasped for help.
“Call the police… I need to call the police… Save me…”
Damn. Everyone fell into a stunned silence as they took in the scene.
If there was one universal truth, it was this: never underestimate an auntie. Not only would she beat you up, but she’d also make sure you ended up the one paying for it.
But… now what?
At that moment, Su Weisheng finally strolled in at a leisurely pace. He took a long look at his masterpiece, admiring it up close, before casually issuing instructions: “Call an ambulance. Get everyone to the hospital first. The rest… we’ll deal with later.”
Hearing this, Su Weisheng paused for a moment, then turned to Song Qing. “Do you have any money left?”
Song Qing hesitated before shaking his head. “No, I’m out.”
“Good. That’s exactly how it should be.” Su Weisheng nodded in satisfaction. With an elegant bend of his waist, he casually reached into Old Man Song’s pocket and fished out his phone.
Old Man Song weakly struggled, but it was completely useless. He could only watch in despair as Su Weisheng took his phone, unlocked the banking app, and checked the account balance—over a hundred thousand still left.
Su Weisheng turned to Song Qing. “Do you know your dad’s bank card password?”
The ever-filial Song Qing blurted it out without hesitation.
Su Weisheng then handed the phone to the security guard. “Memorize the password. When the ambulance arrives, go with them to the hospital and use this phone to pay for the hospitalization fees.” He paused before adding, “Also, since this old man publicly assaulted four aunts, cover their medical expenses too. We’ll talk about compensation later.”
Holy shit—this was an option?!
Hiring a group of aunts to beat someone up, and then making the victim pay for everyone’s hospital bills? This was next-level shamelessness! No wonder he was called Little Ancestor. Not even ten shameless old men could outplay him.
The security guard took the phone with wide eyes. “O-okay.”
Old Man Song watched helplessly as not only did he fail to get a single cent from his son, but he also ended up getting beaten up, had his money stolen, and was now footing the bill for his own ass-whooping. He was so furious that he started foaming at the mouth, barely managing to lift a trembling hand and curse through gritted teeth: “You… you… son of a… b—”
Su Weisheng lowered his gaze, silently staring at Old Man Song.
Those deep, unreadable black eyes sent a chill down the old man’s spine, making him shudder involuntarily.
The next second, Su Weisheng turned to Song Qing and spoke in an indifferent tone, “Your dad just cursed at me. I’ve suffered severe emotional trauma.”
“Ah…” Song Qing hesitated for a moment before barely catching on to Young Master’s rhythm. “So… does that mean my family should compensate you for emotional distress?”
Su Weisheng gave a soft “Mhm.”
Without missing a beat, the ever-filial Song Qing grabbed his father’s phone from the security guard. Since he knew the password, he brazenly transferred 100,000 yuan to Su Weisheng on the spot. When the transaction was complete, he even patted his chest confidently and declared, “Don’t worry! He’s my dad, I’m his son—I have full authority over matters like this!”
Old Man Song rolled his eyes to the back of his head and passed out from sheer rage.
Watching his father collapse, Song Qing let out an exhilarated breath, finally venting all his pent-up frustration. “Holy shit! This is the first time in my life that being his son actually feels amazing!”
Over the years, his father had stolen an uncountable amount of money from him under the guise of parental authority. But today—today was the first time he could use being his son to turn the tables and scam him right back.
Turning to Su Weisheng, who remained calm and unbothered as if nothing had happened, Song Qing’s eyes gleamed with admiration. This was all thanks to Little Ancestor! He was incredible—no, he was a god!
Old Man Song was hauled off to the hospital like a corpse. Meanwhile, the four formidable aunties were still in their hospital beds, eyeing him like debt collectors, leaving him no time to cause trouble for Song Qing.
As for Su Weisheng, after deducting the cost of hiring the aunties, he had made a clean profit of 190,000 yuan. His mood was excellent—so much so that everyone and everything seemed pleasing to the eye.
So, that night, they sat down together for a rare celebratory meal.
When the kitchen brought out a seafood feast, Song Qing first took a deep breath to savor the aroma. Then, his brows furrowed slightly as he instinctively asked while staring at the plate of hairy crabs, “Why aren’t they already shelled? When Ah Wei was here, the crabs were always…”
Before he could finish, Su Weisheng shot him a look, instantly shutting him up.
Su Weisheng said coolly, “That’s because your Ah Wei is on a business trip and won’t be back until tomorrow. So today, you can stop acting spoiled.”
Song Qing: “…Oh.” He obediently picked up a crab and placed it in his bowl.
Sitting across from him, Su Ran let out a soft scoff. As expected, no one could pull any tricks under great-grandfather’s watch. But seeing Song Qing’s odd expression, Su Ran couldn’t help but ask, “Why didn’t you tell him about your dad? Or did he refuse to help?”
After all, Old Man Song was just an annoying pest—if Xie Wei wanted to deal with him, it wouldn’t be difficult. Why had Song Qing been struggling with this for so long?
Still peeling his crab, Song Qing answered casually, “He always thought I grew up in a warm and loving family. I didn’t want him to know I had such a garbage father, so I just kept throwing money at him to make him shut up.”
Su Weisheng said matter-of-factly, “But he probably knows by now.”
After all, the whole ordeal had blown up—Xie Wei might indulge Song Qing, but he wasn’t an idiot. There was no way he hadn’t caught wind of it.
Song Qing: “…Mm.” He lifted his head to look at Su Weisheng, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally asked, “Do you want to hear some gossip? I can tell you.”
Huh?
Even Xiao Bai, who was focused on eating, raised his head. Was this turning into a heart-to-heart session?
He exchanged a glance with Su Ran. Damn it, Great-grandfather was about to gain another ‘grandson’!
Su Weisheng raised an eyebrow and made a gesture indicating his interest. “Go ahead.”
Song Qing said, “It’s actually a simple story. Just the usual—my mom married my dad, only to be betrayed. That old bastard was a serial cheater and a gambler. They divorced when I was really young, so I was raised by my mom and my grandma. They adored me, so I did grow up surrounded by love.”
He spread his hands and continued, “But that old bastard never stopped pestering us for money. At first, he targeted my mom, then later, it was me. I’ve tried countless ways to deal with him, but nothing works.”
“He has no shame, no family ties, and no friends. His only hobbies are gambling and chasing women. A shameless man is unbeatable—I just can’t do anything about him.”
Bai Songyin was getting frustrated just listening to this. “Why don’t you report him for gambling?”
“He never does anything illegal. If it’s just small bets, even if he gets caught, he’ll be released in no time. Then he’ll come back and harass me even worse.” Song Qing sighed in exasperation. “I always thought I was shameless enough, but compared to my dad? I’m just a rookie.”
Su Weisheng pondered for a moment. “In that case, ordinary methods won’t work on him. If you want to get rid of him, you’ll have to use… unconventional means.”
As soon as those words left his mouth before Song Qing could react, Su Ran and Bai Songyin immediately leaned in with nervous excitement. “Great-Grandfather, are you going to perform a ritual?”
“A ritual?” Song Qing was startled, then found it a bit thrilling. “Are we getting a master to put a curse on him? Would… would that be illegal?”
“No need for curses.”
Su Weisheng carefully examined Song Qing’s facial features, nodded in satisfaction, and said, “Why don’t you mark a ‘Father-Dooming Mole’ instead?”
Song Qing: “?”
Bai Songyin & Su Ran: “???”
What the hell? A ‘Father-Dooming Mole’?
Hearing this term for the first time, they were completely baffled.
“I’ve only ever heard of a ‘Husband-Dooming Mole.’ There’s a ‘Father-Dooming Mole’ too? And does it actually work, or is it just psychological comfort?” Song Qing had a strong suspicion that Su Weisheng was messing with him.
Su Weisheng, with an air of absolute certainty, said, “Husband-Dooming, Father-Dooming, Wife-Dooming—these moles all exist, and of course, they work. However, naturally occurring ones are the most powerful. If you mark one later in life, it only works if there’s already karmic debt between the two parties. You and your father fit the criteria perfectly.”
He paused, then even gave an example. “I remember a long time ago, I had a younger female cousin who was being pressured into marriage by her parents. She asked me if there was any way to solve it. I marked a Husband-Dooming Mole for her. Sure enough, her marriage troubles disappeared. They never forced her again.”
——After all, anyone who proposed to her mysteriously met their demise.
“It actually works like that?” Song Qing murmured in shock. He rubbed his face, trying to wake himself up. “So where should I place it? And what exactly will it do?”
Su Weisheng, clearly entertained, eagerly began his lecture. He pointed at several spots on Song Qing’s face and explained, “Father-dooming moles have specific rules. Different placements will cause different illnesses for your father. For example, if you mark it here, he’s prone to liver disease. Over there, he’ll suffer from chronic weakness…”
“To put it in modern terms, marking this spot could give him gallstones, this one might cause prostate issues, and this one right here is the ultimate—placing it here will make sure he’s plagued with bad luck for the rest of his life. Everything he does will fail.”
Song Qing slammed the table in excitement. “All of them! I want them all!”
Such a filial son—so devoted that he was willing to turn his face into a constellation of moles just to ruin his father.
Everyone immediately looked at him with newfound respect. Damn, this little drama queen was hardcore. Best not to mess with him.
Bai Songyin, however, still had some concerns. “Great-Grandfather, is this really okay? The elders in my family always said that you shouldn’t mess with feng shui, or it might backfire…”
Su Weisheng gave him a strange look. “How old are these elders? Are they older than me?”
Song Qing, still caught up in his excitement, didn’t even hear the comment.
Xiao Bai, on the other hand, was completely speechless.
Yes, indeed. Compared to Great-Grandfather, those so-called “elders” were practically children.
Su Weisheng suddenly had a whimsical thought and turned to Su Ran. “Come to think of it, at my age and seniority, I’ve reached the point where I can spout nonsense, and people will take it as a proverb and treat it like absolute truth, right?”
“Uh… that does make sense.” Su Ran nodded thoughtfully. But somehow, it still felt a bit too outrageous.
In the end, Song Qing didn’t end up covered in Father-Dooming Moles. Instead, Su Weisheng gave him just one—perfectly placed and extremely effective. From that moment on, Old Man Song was doomed to be plagued with bad luck, failing at everything he attempted.
Filial piety—it was truly something special.
After dinner and the mole-marking ritual, Song Qing and the rest of the group gradually grew closer.
For once, everyone was just lounging in the living room, watching TV and chatting. Su Weisheng casually brewed a pot of green tea and set it on the table. Song Qing stared at it, completely entranced, though his mouth refused to admit defeat. “…I can’t drink tea. It’s bad for my health.”
Su Weisheng shot him a glance and said blandly, “Stop acting up. If you want some, pour it yourself. No one’s going to mock you and no one’s going to coax you either.”
—Damn it. How did he know I wanted some?!
Song Qing was completely dominated. He had no fight left in him. Quietly, he got up, poured himself a cup of milk, then mixed it with the green tea, taking a deep, satisfied sniff. He then turned to the cameraman and instructed, “Cut this part out. It can’t be aired.”
The cameraman: “…”
Coincidentally, the TV station was broadcasting Su Ran’s past stage performances.
Su Weisheng watched for a moment and casually commented, “You sound pretty good. Why didn’t you want to keep singing?”
Su Ran lifted his chin proudly, his tone stubborn. “I have my own dreams.”
Xiao Bai sighed. “…Dreams of making trash films.”
Su Ran’s gaze turned murderous. “You wanna die again?”
Bai Songyin immediately ducked behind Su Weisheng and whispered encouragingly, “Great-Grandfather, Brother Ran’s singing is amazing. Even the harshest music critics call him a born stage king. His voice is pure heavenly. His live performances are even more captivating than recordings. If you let him sing for you in person, you’ll definitely love it too.”
Su Weisheng pondered for a moment. “Sing one song?”
Su Ran sneered. “Do I look like a street performer? Street performers at least get paid.”
Su Weisheng casually transferred him 10,000 yuan.
Su Ran immediately stood up, glanced around expressionlessly, and announced, “Wait here.”
The others were startled, fearing he might explode in anger. They instinctively wanted to retreat—only to see the top idol sprint upstairs at lightning speed, grab a guitar, and rush back down, his face alight with excitement.
“Great-Grandfather! One song, ten thousand yuan! If you want more, keep paying! Nobody’s leaving until I sing my throat raw!”
“…” Top idol, where’s your pride?
The top idol was so broke he couldn’t even afford a cab ride anymore. What pride could he possibly have left?
Nightfall enveloped the villa, and a full moon hung in the sky. Moonlight streamed through the windows, casting a cool, serene glow on Su Weisheng’s side profile. He leaned lazily against the window, resting his chin on one hand, watching as Su Ran played the guitar passionately on stage, his face lit with unrestrained joy.
The song was beautiful. At that moment, the top idol seemed to shine.
This was the only time Su Ran actually looked like his descendant.
Su Weisheng idly transferred money over and over, treating it as background music to pass the time. After all, he usually bullied the kid—he had to occasionally give him some sweet rewards, or else Su Ran might actually lose his mind.
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The next afternoon, the group finally dragged themselves out of bed, yawning.
Xie Wei was already downstairs drinking tea, debating how to bring up the fact that Song Qing had hidden his family situation. But before he could gather his thoughts, he turned and saw the half-asleep top idol stumbling downstairs. His voice instantly turned sarcastic.
“Woke up so late? Must’ve had a blast last night.”
Su Ran rubbed his eyes and replied calmly, “I heard from the elders in my family that sleeping until noon is good for your health.”
“…That’s an old saying?” Xie Wei was stunned. “For real?”
“It’s true. The elders really did say that. I was there when I heard it myself.”
Song Qing came downstairs, looking perfectly serious as he told his husband, “It was Little Ancestor who said it.”
Xie Wei: “…” Ah. Well, technically, that was an elder speaking, but wasn’t this a bit too ridiculous? And also…
He watched in disbelief as his delicate, pampered drama queen of a wife—who had never lifted a finger for housework—started slicing fruit, brewing tea, and bustling around busily the moment he came downstairs. When he was done, he even carefully presented the refreshments to Su Weisheng with a respectful expression.
Xie Wei was utterly dumbfounded. “What’s going on? I was only away for a few days, and you’ve turned into his little bootlicker?”
Song Qing, looking nothing like his usual dramatic self, corrected him righteously, “Bootlicker? What nonsense? I’m Grandfather’s good grandson! Serving him is only natural!”
Xie Wei: “???”
Meanwhile, Su Weisheng was in the study, researching something on his computer.
He had his eye on a top-grade jade embryo, perfect for carving a new magical artifact. However, the asking price was over three million, while he only had 790,000 on hand—far from enough.
Where could he get more money?
Su Weisheng browsed through the stock market page, carefully considering which stock to buy.
Just as Su Weisheng was pondering, the little drama queen walked in, carrying a plate of fruit like a prized offering. With an air of secrecy, he leaned in and whispered, “Grandfather, the mole you placed is amazing! I just woke up to the news—my dad refused to stay put in the hospital last night and even got a group of other patients to gamble with him. Someone reported it, and he got arrested on the spot!”
“Is it serious?”
“At the very least, he’ll be locked up for a while.”
Su Weisheng thought for a moment before instructing, “Alright, then. Go visit him in jail.”
Song Qing: “…Huh?”
With a perfectly serious expression, Su Weisheng pointed at two stock options on his screen. “Ask your dad which one he would invest in. Then we’ll buy the other one. Guaranteed profit.”
Song Qing: “???”
Holy crap—so my ‘Father-Dooming Mole’ can be used like this too?!
