“Great-grandfather, stop hitting me, stop hitting me… Ow…”
Su Ran was being hammered and dodged around frantically, begging for mercy. Seeing that he couldn’t escape, he suddenly shouted, “Wait a minute, great-grandfather. I have something to say!”
Su Weisheng coldly stared at him while holding the hammer. He didn’t speak because his great-grandson smelled so bad that he didn’t want to breathe. He simply raised his chin slightly, signaling Su Ran to speak quickly, so he could continue beating him afterward.
However, immersed in the joy of finally getting revenge on his nemesis, Su Ran seemed a bit unhinged. He scratched his head and said, “Great-grandfather, I know today’s beating is inevitable. I deserve it, and I won’t resist. But at this moment, I have one small request…”
Su Weisheng raised an eyebrow slightly.
The next second, Su Ran dashed into the kitchen at lightning speed, enduring the overwhelming stench, and fished out Lu Huanjin’s photo from a steel basin mixed with the smell of snail noodles, stinky tofu, and canned herring. He slammed it onto the coffee table in the living room and laughed wildly, “Great-grandfather, just hammer the photo! Anyway, I’m going to get beaten, so why not share the joy and let Lu Huanjin suffer with me!”
Su Weisheng: “…”
Oh no, Su Zhaocai might have rabies.
Because the photo had a peculiar effect of harming the enemy while also causing self-damage, whatever was done to the photo would equally reflect on both Lu Huanjin and Su Ran. So, even while being beaten, the crazed Su Ran didn’t forget to find a way to drag his nemesis into sharing the pain with him.
To win against his nemesis, he wasn’t even afraid of getting beaten. This kid was beyond saving.
Su Weisheng glanced at the foul-smelling photo, then at his crazed great-grandson wagging his tail as he awaited his beating. Silently, he put away his white jade hammer—he couldn’t bear to ruin his belongings like this.
Su Ran stared in shock as the hammer was put away. “Not going to hit me?”
Su Weisheng sneered coldly, “Don’t get your hopes up. This isn’t over.”
He put on a pair of gloves, grabbed Su Ran by the collar, and threw him into the bathroom. Inside, Xiao Bai, who had just recovered a bit after vomiting, was greeted by the human-shaped herring can charging at him. He immediately started retching again.
After Xiao Bai finished vomiting, Su Weisheng dragged Su Ran and mercilessly locked him in the bathroom.
“Great-grandfather… Brother Ran… Brother Ran has gone mad…” Bai Songyin weakly muttered after vomiting to the brink of collapse.
Su Weisheng didn’t respond. He was staring intently at the photo on the coffee table, now soaked in foul water. Thanks to his great-grandson, this house was no longer livable—they’d have to move immediately.
But moving required money, and the great-grandfather certainly wasn’t going to foot the bill.
Calmly, he pondered for a moment before asking Bai Songyin, “Do you have Lu Huanjin’s contact information?”
“Ah, yes, yes!” Bai Songyin pulled out his phone, opened a chat app, and handed it over. “I added him before. Thinking it might come in handy someday, so I didn’t delete it.”
Su Weisheng nodded, “Not bad, it came in handy.”
Xiao Bai was utterly confused, and then he saw the great-grandfather take a photo of the soaked “Lu Huanjin” with his phone and send it straight to the other party.
Bai Songyin, a.k.a “Not a Freeloader”: 【Photo】
One minute later:
Lu Huanjin: ???
In the city, at a spacious apartment.
The Lu father and son smoothly arrived at their residence before noon. The servants were cleaning the rooms, and the old Lu settled on the sofa to watch a replay of the live broadcast from the «Another Side of Family Life» villa group. Watching the overconfident and flamboyant top star in the video, he couldn’t help but comment, “Ranran is so adorable even when he’s angry. He looks like a little pufferfish, hahaha!”
Lu Huanjin glanced at the TV—it was showing a clip from the third day of their stay. No wonder Su Ran looked like a pufferfish; it was when he was locked in a fierce fight with Xie Wei and his partner.
At that moment, Lu Huanjin suddenly caught a faint foul smell. He frowned slightly and sniffed carefully. The smell seemed to be coming from the clothes he had changed into today. What was going on? Had he accidentally brushed against something expired?
“Dad, you go ahead and rest. I’m going to take a shower and then deal with some work, so I won’t keep you company,” Lu Huanjin said, walking toward the bedroom as he spoke.
Old Lu impatiently waved his hand to signal that he’d heard, but his eyes remained fixed on the video as he sighed again and again. “Ah, the Su family genes are so good. The little great-grandfather is so handsome, Ranran is not bad either—they’re all great. Unlike me, whose genes are so poor that I ended up with a blockhead…”
Lu Huanjin, who hadn’t even made it to the bedroom before being insulted by his own father: “…”
He leisurely turned around and reminded him, “Dad, don’t get your hopes up. Su Ran hates me to death right now, and by extension, he hates everything associated with me. He wouldn’t even spare you a glance.”
Old Lu glared at him angrily. “You’re you, and I’m me—we’re cutting ties!”
“No use. As long as you’re my biological father, cutting ties is impossible.” Lu Huanjin smiled mischievously and continued to twist the knife: “Given the level of hatred he has for me now, if there were two cans of herring on the table, he’d pick one, smear it all over me, and I’d be forced to eat the other. Do you believe he’d actually bathe in herring?”
He paused and added, “He might even insist you join in and eat some too.”
Old Lu, grief-stricken and indignant: “Shut up! Our Ranran would only make you eat herring until you die—he’d never involve our beloved fan, Spark!”
Lu Huanjin watched his father’s mental defenses crumble with amusement, feeling quite pleased as he pushed open the door and walked into his room.
The sound of water running filled the bathroom.
Lu Huanjin had only intended to take a quick shower and change his clothes. Yet, as the water streamed down, he noticed the stench on him growing heavier… and heavier… as if herring and stinky tofu were fermenting in his bathroom, creating a sour and pungent odor.
He was filled with doubt and sniffed carefully again, and then…
“Ugh—!”
“Ugh ugh ugh—!”
A minute later, the esteemed investor Lu staggered out of the bathroom with a pale face. Not only did he fail to escape the stench, but the smell of herring and stinky tofu on him continued to intensify, as if it had seeped into his very soul.
The odor was so unbearable that even Old Lu in the living room shouted, “What’s that awful smell?”
Lu Huanjin looked around in confusion, suspecting he had come into contact with something dirty. He picked up his phone, intending to contact a temple for some spiritual cleansing, when he suddenly received a WeChat message from Bai Songyin’s account.
It was a photo, accompanied by a detailed explanation of the one-to-one mutual harm mechanism associated with the photo.
Lu Huanjin opened the photo and took a closer look—it was his own image, soaked in murky, dirty water, with a small piece of fish meat stuck to his forehead.
“………………”
Having just mocked Su Ran about herring, he was now perfectly counterattacked and avenged. Truly, flags should never be raised carelessly.
Lu Huanjin stared at his phone in silence. Of course, if an outsider tried to use some bizarre spiritual method to deal with him, it would likely be a fatal blow. But only his beloved nemesis, the world’s most childish elementary school chicken, would choose such a self-damaging method to harm him while also harming himself.
After reading the instructions on how to use the photo, Lu Huanjin immediately understood that the account’s current user was certainly not Xiao Bai, the assistant, but Su Ran’s crafty and unpredictable great-grandfather.
Pinching his nose to endure the stench, he calmly typed his reply.
Lu Huanjin: What does great-grandfather mean?
Bai Songyin, a.k.a “Not a Freeloader”: He’s too smelly to bother hitting. Ten thousand yuan, Su Zhaocai’s photo and curse are yours. Do whatever you want with them.
#What do you do when your annoying great-grandson can’t be beaten? Sell him to his nemesis—someone to beat him and some money in return.#
Lu Huanjin’s lips twitched. As expected from the great-grandfather, widely regarded as the most skilled money-maker in their circle, his ingenious schemes never ceased to amaze. Lu Huanjin was certain that the great-grandfather had first sold the usage instructions for Lu Huanjin’s photo to Su Ran, and then sold the usage instructions for Su Ran’s photo to him.
One curse, two sales—the house always wins.
However, Lu Huanjin definitely wasn’t going to let this golden opportunity slip.
The little pufferfish had certainly grown gutsy, even daring to deploy the herring tactic against him. Lu Huanjin let out a cold, meaningful chuckle, then unhesitatingly asked for a bank account number and transferred twenty thousand yuan to the other party.
Lu Huanjin: 【Transfer screenshot】
Lu Huanjin: I don’t need his photo to help great-grandfather vent his anger.
Bai Songyin, a.k.a “Not a Freeloader”: Oh?
Lu Huanjin: Great-grandfather, with your extraordinary skills, could you summon a harmless little ghost and lock us in together? You know Ranran is most afraid of ghosts. (smiles)
Su Weisheng pondered over Lu Huanjin’s message.
“I have to admit, your nemesis often knows you best. Lu Huanjin’s move directly targets Zhaocai’s weak spot—it’s far more effective than any herring can or hammer,” he remarked.
Bai Songyin, slightly worried, asked, “Great-grandfather, he won’t harm Brother Ran, will he?”
“No, those two are just indulging in petty scuffles—it hasn’t escalated to the point of bloodshed yet,” Su Weisheng replied. That was precisely why he dared to give Lu Huanjin’s photo curse instructions to Su Ran and sell Su Ran to Lu Huanjin.
—He had long foreseen the future between these two. By aligning with the trajectory of fate, he conveniently turned his troublesome great-grandson into a profit, treating it as a way for the latter to pay off some debts.
With that, Su Weisheng calmly pocketed the twenty thousand yuan and instructed Bai Songyin, “Find a clean, comfortable hotel for us. We’ll stay there for a week while waiting for the show recording.”
As for the great-grandson?
Let him stay in the foul-smelling house he ruined himself. Besides, he might not have the bandwidth to worry about such trivial matters anytime soon.
Su Weisheng glanced at the words “harmless little ghost” in Lu Huanjin’s message, gave a meaningful smile, and commented, “This guy is much more cunning than Su Zhaocai—full of wicked ideas.”
Why lock them in with the ghost together, instead of locking Su Ran alone with the ghost? Lu Huanjin really has ulterior motives here.
However…
Su Weisheng raised an eyebrow slightly. He was determined to fulfill what he agreed to, but if there were any bugs left unresolved by the other party, it wouldn’t be his fault.
The manic top star remained in the bathroom, unwilling to come out. While pinching his nose, he gleefully fantasized while holding his phone. At this moment, Lu Huanjin, the pretentious one, was probably completely breaking down, wasn’t he?
Hahaha, he finally found a way to deal with everyone!
As long as he wasn’t afraid of stench and shamelessness, not only would Lu Huanjin be driven to collapse, but even his great-grandfather wouldn’t be able to handle him!
Look at that—he’s lost even the desire to hammer him!
Tsk.
His mind inexplicably grew muddled as he excitedly imagined all this, and he drifted into a hazy slumber.
A cold wind blew, snapping Su Ran awake. He opened his eyes to find himself still seated on the bathroom floor, but the surroundings had turned pitch black and eerily gloomy. Whistling winds passed by, sending chills down his spine.
Su Ran shuddered, goosebumps rising as he tried to get up and turn on the light. Suddenly, an icy and strong hand clamped down on his wrist.
“Who—!” Su Ran jumped in fright, instinctively ready to run, but then he heard a low, familiar chuckle. Without needing any words, he immediately recognized the voice, and his face changed drastically. “Pretentious jerk, why are you here!”
Lu Huanjin leaned steadily against the wall, gripping Su Ran’s wrist. “Shh, listen…”
A piercing, ghostly scream suddenly echoed. Su Ran turned his head and saw a red-clad male ghost staring straight at him by the window. Terrified, he let out a loud “Ahhh!” and abandoned all dignity, throwing himself into Lu Huanjin’s arms. “Ghost, ghost—there’s a ghost—”
Lu Huanjin held back his laughter, watching Su Ran’s utterly helpless state, and mocked, “Weren’t you just saying you’d stop at nothing to get revenge on me? Is this all you’ve got?”
“Can’t we settle whatever nonsense you have after escaping? Why do you have to argue with your dad in front of a vengeful ghost!” Su Ran roared at him, clutching him even tighter.
Lu Huanjin thoroughly enjoyed the satisfaction of being sought for help by his nemesis. That twenty thousand yuan was well spent—great-grandfather really delivered.
At that moment, the red-clad ghost began to slowly approach.
Su Ran clung to Lu Huanjin even tightly.
And then… the tense and subtle atmosphere suddenly shifted.
Su Ran sniffed the air, puzzled. “Why does it smell so bad? Do you smell it?”
Lu Huanjin glared at the approaching red-clad ghost. From his angle, he could see the obvious stains on the ghost’s body. Gritting his teeth, he growled, “Enough, enough, stay away from us—don’t come so close…”
The red-clad ghost didn’t stop at all and continued its stiff approach toward them.
Su Ran turned his head and his face contorted in utter collapse—not from fear, but from the unbearable stench. “Ahhhhh, did this ghost drown in a cesspit? It reeks, it reeks—stay away from me, don’t rub your stink on me! Ahhhhh, great-grandfather, save me, save me—I was wrong, I’ll never do it again, ahhhhhh!”
Indeed, the red-clad ghost was harmless, showing no intention of killing, but it relentlessly approached them.
Wherever they ran, the ghost followed, bringing its stench along. Su Ran was falling apart, and even Lu Huanjin was so overwhelmed by the stench that he felt faint, thinking to himself that the great-grandfather’s heart was pitch-black… just far too black.
He took his money and still managed to exploit a bug to prank him!
That night, the stinky ghost chased someone to the brink of collapse while another enjoyed a leisurely retreat at a vacation hotel in a nearby city.
Bai Songyin blissfully explored the gaming room he had chosen, while Su Weisheng reclined in a deck chair in a seaside room, playing with his phone as the sea breeze caressed him. From time to time, he monitored the situation of the nemeses being haunted in their dream, and then, satisfied, severed his connection with them.
All was well—Lu Huanjin’s request, for which he had paid handsomely, had been fully fulfilled. As for the little tricks he had tried to pull being countered? Well, that was simply because his cunning wasn’t sharp enough. After all, Su Weisheng had dealt with the matured version of Yuan Le’s many schemes and plots. How could such minor antics fool him? Lu Huanjin might need some more practice.
With these thoughts, his phone suddenly rang.
Director You: I haven’t been able to dream of you at night lately.
Su Weisheng: What was your last dream about?
Director You: The sound of wooden fish—so much wooden fish sound. (smiling) If you dare say it has nothing to do with you, I won’t believe you.
Well… it was indeed related.
Faced with this accusation, Su Weisheng didn’t blink as he calmly advised: Le’er, you might have done too many bad things, and someone in your dream is knocking on a wooden fish to accumulate virtue for you. Don’t resist it so much.
The other party was clearly disgusted.
Director You replied quietly and bitterly: I only braided your hair once, and you’ve been retaliating against me for so long. Other people avenge their grievances, but you’ve been avenging it from morning till night!
Su Weisheng was amused by his response: Alright, if you truly don’t want to hear the sound of wooden fish, I can enter your dream and find a solution.
Director You, surprised and delighted, actively asked: Then what gift should I bring?
Su Weisheng responded generously: No need for a gift. I’ll help you out as a token of gratitude for the Jade Candle Stand last time.
After sending this message, he asked for the other party’s address, wrote a talisman, and mailed it via express delivery to the recipient, preparing to enter their dream the next day.
Bug quietly reminded him: “If you want to solve his problem, couldn’t you just stop knocking on wooden fish?”
Su Weisheng smiled warmly and persuaded, “Since you’ve already realized I have other plans, why not refrain from pointing it out explicitly?”
The paper figure let out a long sigh and stopped talking. It picked up the wooden hammer and struck the wooden fish heavily, one beat after another.
The following day, the two nemeses emerged from the dream realm, both defeated and worn out. Recuperating in their respective homes, they were unlikely to stir up any new mischief for the time being. Bai Songyin, still worried that Brother Ran might decay or stink up the place if left alone, proposed returning to take care of Su Ran after enjoying a delightful day at the vacation hotel.
Su Weisheng stayed alone at the hotel.
Late at night, the rhythmic thudding of the wooden fish quietly arrived. Su Weisheng, seated on a deck chair, slowly closed his eyes. As the strange cadence resonated, he silently drifted into You Sui’s dreamscape.
An empty void of black, devoid of any color.
He wandered aimlessly forward, unsure how long he had been walking. Eventually, he saw a figure seated on the ground in the distance. The person sat motionless, like a program or a robot, mechanically listening to the wooden fish sound echoing from all directions.
Su Weisheng placed his hand on the figure’s shoulder.
The shoulder shifted slightly, as if the program had been activated. Suddenly, the figure turned and grabbed Su Weisheng’s wrist, swiftly pinning him to the ground.
The man’s silhouette morphed and shifted, finally revealing a pale yet stunningly beautiful face. Loose curls fell across one side of his cheek, and ghostly fire-like eyes stared directly at Su Weisheng. He lowered his head in an intimate manner, inhaling the familiar scent from Su Weisheng’s body, before releasing a satisfied sigh. “Shengsheng… we meet again.”
Su Weisheng leaned his back, half-reclining, without any panic or struggle—he was exceptionally calm, as if this had long been within his expectations. One hand brushed aside the stray hair on the man’s cheek, staring at his face for a long time before slowly furrowing his brows. It was unclear—perhaps because this was the man’s domain—whether the figure before him was a fragmented soul or the main soul.
So, he spoke up to remind him, “Don’t you have anything else to say to me?”
The man chuckled softly and said, “You want to delve deep into my mind to find the answers you seek, yet you don’t want me to probe too much into your thoughts. So, you don’t want to talk to me, but you guide me to say more instead. Shengsheng, you’re still so cunning.”
Su Weisheng replied calmly, “But I know you have countless things you want to tell me.”
The man squinted at him unhappily.
Su Weisheng spread his hands slightly, “I can remain silent. If you can hold back, that’s fine.”
The man suddenly asked, “So, have you found me?”
He leaned closer to Su Weisheng’s ear and whispered, “You’ve been awake for over a month now. Cause and effect are slowly binding your soul. If you remain so passive, you’ll only sink deeper. My Shengsheng… I’m so worried about you.”
His voice grew softer and softer, yet the malicious excitement in his tone continued to intensify.
Su Weisheng stared at him coldly and said, “Are you implying that bug isn’t you?”
The man’s face showed subtle mockery as he said, “I don’t need to imply anything, Shengsheng. You’re overly suspicious—you’ll naturally doubt everything yourself… Ugh!”
Su Weisheng’s fingers, sharp as claws, pierced into the man’s chest, thick blood staining his snow-white palm. The man twisted slightly in pain, yet there was a hint of pleasure in his expression. He grasped Su Weisheng’s hand, guiding it to penetrate his heart, laughing joyfully, “You want to use this method to identify where I truly am? Too bad—you’ll be disappointed.”
“Shengsheng, find me sooner…” Amid the tender whispers, the man’s body gradually disintegrated.
Su Weisheng abruptly opened his eyes, escaping the dream. The first thing he did was use the talisman to monitor You Sui’s condition. After confirming there were no signs of injury on his body, he immediately sought out the paper figure.
The paper figure was still striking the wooden fish, showing no signs of injury either.
Seeing this, Su Weisheng felt a mix of doubt and uncertainty. It was hard to say whether this was a scheme by the main soul to clear his suspicion on bug or, conversely, proof that he wasn’t bug at all.
Tsk, Yuan Le, that childish dog who loves playing hide-and-seek.
Su Weisheng tightened his grip on the small hammer, feeling an urge to pin down all the suspects and hammer them to vent his frustration.
Meanwhile, in the Su family residence in the capital, Su Ning was holding a meeting with his trusted aides.
Pointing to a stack of documents in his hand, he briefly introduced the feud between Su Ping and Su Ran, emphasizing the photo of Su Weisheng. “This is the great-grandfather that Su Ran brought to the variety show. He’s skilled in mysticism, highly capable, and rather temperamental—quick to hold grudges.”
Su Qian flipped through the documents and asked, “Does Su Ran have any connection to the Su family?”
“I don’t know,” Su Ning replied bluntly. “Su Ran has been operating under the banner of being a descendant of the High Priest, but I’ve checked the family genealogy and found no record of him. However, Su Ping once tested the waters by reporting this matter to the Fourth Elder. My fourth uncle’s reaction was odd—he didn’t say whether Su Ran was a member of the Su family, but he forbade Su Ping from pursuing it. His response carried an air of secrecy.”
Su Qian: “But Su Ping still stirred up trouble.”
“Exactly, which is why he’s now bloated and nauseous every day, teetering between life and death. Beyond him, everyone who provoked that great-grandfather and great-grandson duo in this matter ended up pregnant, without exception. And… eighteen babies in one womb.” Su Ning’s tone turned somewhat nuanced as he said this.
Another confidant, Su Nan, asked anxiously, “What do we do now? The elders have made it clear that the pregnancy can’t be allowed to proceed, but neither medication nor surgery is working. The person who cast the curse must personally lift it.”
Su Ning stared at the photo of Su Weisheng, speaking solemnly, “This great-grandfather’s origins are mysterious, and his methods are unpredictable. Conventional means won’t suffice against him. To have him lift the curse, we must identify his weaknesses and exploit them ruthlessly with a mix of soft and hard tactics. Only then is there a slim chance.”
Upon hearing this, the other two felt a deep sense of unease. Facing someone so formidable that even Su Ning had no guaranteed plan, they knew the upcoming efforts would be fraught with danger.
Nevertheless, Su Qian was the first to declare loyalty: “Brother Ning, whatever needs to be done, just give the command.”
Su Nan quickly followed suit, vowing to do his utmost as well.
Su Ning shook his head slowly and said, “I must handle this personally. However, I’ve found his weakness—let’s give it a try.”
Under the anxious gazes of his two confidants, Su Ning took out his phone and dialed Su Weisheng’s number. He opened with sharp and direct words, aiming straight for his opponent’s weak spot: “Hello, this is Su Ning, Su Ping’s elder cousin. How much would it cost for you to lift the curse on my useless younger brother? Just name your price.”
Su Qian, who had been racking his brain to figure out the enemy’s weakness: “…?”
Su Nan, who was mentally prepared to fight to the death with the enemy: “…?”
Brother Ning, do you even have any shame left?
Hahah su ning indeed the smartest from other branch of su family😆 the other need more walnuts