I Married Into a Rich Family and Immediately Chose Violence

Xie Yaoyao’s mouth puckered, looking like he was about to cry again, but the old butler moved swiftly, stuffing the ball into his hand.

The crying stopped abruptly.

Xie Yaoyao, looking like a wronged little puppy, pouted his lips.

The old butler’s palms were sweating as he bowed slightly to Ning Shixue.
Young… Young Master Ning, I’ll take the Little Young Master out first…

Mm.
Ning Shixue nodded.

So what if he’d transmigrated into a book?
He was doing well enough not to bully a bratty child.
There was no way he would indulge one either.

After the old butler took Xie Yaoyao away, Ning Shixue finally made it to the bathroom.

Lifting his head to look in the mirror, he got a fright.

The original host looked exactly like him, just much paler and thinner.
His arms were slender, seemingly fragile enough to snap.

Ning Shixue tied his messy, shoulder-length hair back.
Beneath the black strands, his earlobes were snow-white, pierced with an obsidian earring.

Even the location of this earring was the same as his original one.

But the problem was… the collar of his shirt was unusually large, revealing his cool, pale, beautiful collarbones and a broad expanse of his chest.
Below, he wore ripped jeans, torn from the thigh all the way to the knee, exposing the fair skin of his upper legs.

It was blatantly, provocatively ambiguous.

???

What on earth was this?

Upon closer inspection of the mirror, he could even see the rose-colored eyeshadow and thick black eyeliner on his eyelids.
Although it had mostly smudged off after being soaked in seawater for so long.

Expressionless, Ning Shixue found makeup remover among the vast array of bottles and jars.

Only then did it suddenly occur to him why the original host was dressed like this.

It seemed the scum gong had once said he liked… ‘wild’ ones.

“…”

A person could be foolish, but they shouldn’t stoop this low.

After removing the makeup, Ning Shixue took a quick shower and then flopped onto the soft, large bed.

This bedroom was extravagantly luxurious, more comfortable than a top-tier hotel.

Ning Shixue fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

He slept like the dead.
When he woke, his eyelashes fluttered as he struggled to open his eyes.

A small, chubby face appeared abruptly before him.

For some reason, Xie Yaoyao had fallen asleep, lying on his pillow.
His soft cheek was pressed against Ning Shixue’s.
When Ning Shixue moved, he also lifted a hand to rub his eyes.

“…”

“…”

Ning Shixue and Xie Yaoyao stared at each other, wide-eyed.

Actually, he had heard Xie Yaoyao sneak in to see him last night.

He had debuted as an actor at sixteen, skyrocketing to fame overnight thanks to his face and innate acting talent.
Then, two years later, right after a film awards ceremony, he had been dragged into an escape-and-kill game.

He had been stuck in that game’s instances for three years up until his death.

Habits formed over so many years couldn’t change overnight.
Even though he was now certain he was safe and wouldn’t be attacked by some ghost or monster in the middle of the night, he would still notice if someone approached.

But he had been too exhausted.
Upon realizing it was Xie Yaoyao, he had fallen back into a deep sleep, so he never knew Xie Yaoyao hadn’t left.

Xie Yaoyao also hadn’t expected Ning Shixue to suddenly open his eyes and was startled, the little baby fat on his face trembling along with him.

He had been lying on Ning Shixue’s pillow, both little feet dangling.
He wiggled, failed to find his balance, and plop—landed on the carpet, bottom first.

Are you okay?
After all, it was just a three-year-old child.
Ning Shixue quickly propped himself up to ask.

Xie Yaoyao rubbed his little bottom in a daze for a moment.
When he realized he had fallen, his eyes began to redden, and he started sniffling, on the verge of tears.
But as he lifted his head, his big, dark eyes met Ning Shixue’s face.

“…”

His sob got stuck in his throat, and he let out a tiny hiccup.

He simply couldn’t manage to cry.

This bad stepdad wouldn’t comfort him anyway.
He might even laugh at him.
So why should he cry?

Xie Yaoyao stuck out his little bottom, making an effort to stand up on his own.
He leaned against the bedside, waved his little hands at Ning Shixue nervously, and said, I… I was just passing by.

He absolutely hadn’t been waiting on purpose for the bad stepdad to wake up, wanting to startle him.

Fine.

Seeing he was okay, Ning Shixue didn’t pursue it.

The effort of sitting up had made him dizzy.
His face instantly turned pale again, and a sharp pain twisted in his stomach.

But his fever had broken.
He probably just hadn’t eaten in too long and was miserably hungry.

The Xie family villa was on a mountainside.
In the evening, the courtyard was dotted with lights.
The old butler came to take Xie Yaoyao downstairs for dinner, and Ning Shixue followed.

Only he and Xie Yaoyao were there that evening.

According to the original story, the antagonist Xie Zhaozhou had flown abroad for business negotiations on the very night of his marriage to the original host.
It had been a month now, and he still hadn’t returned to the Xie residence.

It was as if the original host didn’t exist at all.

Ning Shixue couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Otherwise, what if the original host’s fake marriage with Xie Zhaozhou had turned real?
What would he do then?!

He was still a twenty-one-year-old kid.
This was not the ride to the kindergarten.

By the time Ning Shixue went downstairs, Xie Yaoyao was already there.
He sat in his highchair, letting the nanny put on his bib.

Just a little longer, Little Young Master.
Seeing Ning Shixue arrive, Xie Yaoyao began wriggling his little bottom restlessly.
The nanny hurriedly soothed him and finally got the bib fastened.

But Xie Yaoyao didn’t pick up his little spoon to eat.
Instead, he lifted his lotus-root-like arm, stretched out his chubby little hand, and pulled all the dishes over to his side.
I want this one!

The nanny tried to stop him, afraid he’d burn himself.
Xie Yaoyao pouted, about to cry, so the nanny had no choice but to move everything over for him.

Puzzled, Ning Shixue sat down opposite him.

There was only a pair of chopsticks in front of him.

You have to answer my question,
Xie Yaoyao said, wearing a fair and tender little face but being utterly impolite.
He clutched his little spoon threateningly.
Otherwise, even if you’re hungry, I won’t give you any.

The servants nearby all had headaches.

Xie Yaoyao was on kindergarten holiday, spending all day at home watching TV.
Besides cartoons, his favorite thing to watch was variety shows.
He’d seen on a show that guests had to answer questions to get food.
Since then, he had to ask Ning Shixue questions every evening.

Even though Ning Shixue had almost been disowned by the Ning family for his deranged pursuit of a man.

He was still, after all, once the little treasure of the Ning family.

Ning Shixue would never have given in to him.

So they argued every time.
If Ning Shixue got angry enough, he would storm upstairs in tears, refusing to eat.
In the end, only the servants were left caught in the middle, unable to please either side and not daring to intervene.

“…”

Troublesome kid.

Ning Shixue realized Xie Yaoyao was completely spoiled, which was why he was so unrestrained.

Why aren’t you talking?
Xie Yaoyao asked, puffing out his cheeks angrily.

The servants nearby moved with a practiced, almost pitiful efficiency, already poised to intervene in the impending fight.
But they heard Ning Shixue say nonchalantly, ‘We adults don’t eat when we’re hungry either.’

You lying,
Xie Yaoyao said, pouting with a face full of suspicion.

He felt a bit disdainful.
This bad stepdad was too stupid.
How could you get full if you don’t eat?

Ning Shixue’s peach blossom eyes curved slightly.
His hair was a bit long, and having just woken up, it wasn’t tied back.
The dark strands fell against his cool, pale neck, making him look like a damp, beautiful water ghost.

His reddened lips parted.
His voice was cool, the atmosphere instantly thick.
‘We eat children.’

Xie Yaoyao: “…”

Ning Shixue counted down three seconds in his head.
Sure enough, Xie Yaoyao burst into a loud wail, crying as if his heart was breaking, trying to burrow into the nanny’s arms for protection.

You choose,
Ning Shixue said, lightly rapping his knuckles on the table.
‘Give me all the food, or I eat a child.’

No, no, don’t eat me,
Xie Yaoyao pleaded, tears welling up in his eyes.
I don’t have a lot of meat.

He protectively hugged his own soft, plump little belly.

This part had the most meat.

Ning Shixue was already feeling lightheaded from hunger.
He didn’t say more, just reached over and took the dishes.

Actually, dealing with this kind of child was simple.
You just shouldn’t always give in to him.
After all, he had encountered plenty of children in the game instances… or rather, ghost children.

They were far more ‘bratty’ than Xie Yaoyao.
They were after his life.

It wasn’t even on the same level.

Young Master Ning,
the old butler finally dared to speak.
Sir called.
He said he needs to speak with you.

He had called just earlier, but seeing a fight was about to break out, he hadn’t told Ning Shixue immediately.

Xie’s father had three sons.
Xie Zhaozhou was the second.
The scum gong, Xie Hanzhou, was the youngest.
As for Xie Zhaozhou’s eldest brother… three years ago, he and the Old Master Xie went to a neighboring city for a meeting.
There was a car accident.
He died on the spot, and Old Master Xie fell into a deep coma.

He still hadn’t woken up to this day.

Xie Yaoyao was actually the child of Xie Zhaozhou’s elder brother.

With Old Master Xie incapacitated, logically, Xie’s father should have taken over as chairman.

Unexpectedly, Xie Zhaozhou emerged as a dark horse, practically seizing power.
Both of Xie Yaoyao’s parents were dead, and Xie Zhaozhou had even taken his custody, along with the inheritance and shares that fell into his hands.

In private circles among Yan City’s elite, it was whispered that even the car accident involving Old Master Xie had been his doing.

Cruel, ruthless, unfilial, and lacking brotherly love.

Rumor had it he also had a madness disorder.

But he was the CEO of the Xie Group.
In less than three years, he had reshuffled the top management, completed the reform and transformation of the entire Xie Group’s business, becoming a new business magnate, riding the crest of success.

So no one dared to truly cross him.

Ning Shixue hesitated for a moment, then took the phone.
Xie…

He had intended to call him ‘President Xie,’ but suddenly remembered the Xie and Ning families were old friends, so he changed his address.
Second Brother.

His voice was still hoarse, the enunciation sounding soft.

‘…Call me something else.’
After a moment of silence, Xie Zhaozhou’s already deep, cold voice dropped several degrees further, as if plunged into ice and snow.
He seemed very busy, getting straight to the point.
‘On the variety show, take good care of Xie Yaoyao.
Behave yourself.’

I understand, President Xie.
Ning Shixue wasn’t afraid of him, but he didn’t want trouble either, so he obediently agreed.

After all, he wasn’t going to court death like the original host.

‘I’ve sent you my contact information,’
Xie Zhaozhou paused, then suddenly gave a cold laugh.
‘If anything comes up, discuss it with me.’

Then, without waiting for Ning Shixue to respond, he hung up directly.

Ning Shixue: “…”

What did I do to you?

Ning Shixue was baffled but didn’t dwell on it.
He looked down to add Xie Zhaozhou as a contact.

This had to be the most plastic marriage ever.
A month married, and they didn’t even have each other’s WeChat.

After submitting the request, he put down his phone to eat.

The Xie family employed several chefs.
Dinner was French cuisine: beef bourguignon, escargots… and steaming hot sea eel soup.
Every dish was rich and fragrant, exquisitely plated.

Ning Shixue had slender fingers.
His movements with the chopsticks were unhurried, his table manners not at all unseemly.
But in just over ten minutes, he had devoured the entire table like a whirlwind.

He had died in an apocalyptic instance where pollution was severe.
It had been a long time since he’d eaten normal food.

Xie Yaoyao, who had been frightened earlier, was now intermittently filial.
Obediently, he picked up several little meatballs for Ning Shixue.
Little Dad, you eat this meat.

Once he ate that, he couldn’t eat him anymore.

The caviar was delicious.
The little kid was taking good care of him.

Finally, the emptiness in Ning Shixue’s stomach eased, and the lines of his face softened considerably.

After dinner, Xie Yaoyao went to the playroom to play with his toy train.
Ning Shixue sprawled on the sofa like a salted fish, letting his meal digest.

It seemed the parenting show had officially announced its guests in the evening.
Lu Li sent him a message, telling him to go on Weibo and repost it.

Ning Shixue glanced at the official Weibo account and casually forwarded it.

He suddenly thought… staying at the Xie residence wasn’t so bad.

Xie Zhaozhou had no feelings whatsoever for the original host, but he didn’t mistreat him either.
According to the marriage agreement, the money due to him was never lacking.
Xie Zhaozhou wasn’t even home.
Aside from the servants, this mansion was practically just him and Xie Yaoyao.

Xie Yaoyao might be a brat, but he was only three and a half.
Ning Shixue wasn’t going to get provoked to the point of breaking down like the original host.
Besides, Xie Zhaozhou hadn’t married him to take care of a bratty child.

He didn’t need to worry about a single thing.

And even!!!

When the original host went to celebrate the scum gong’s birthday last night, Xie Zhaozhou hadn’t even cared.
Well done!
He didn’t even care if he chased after other men.

Rich, didn’t control him, and didn’t come home.

Why bother with the plot?
Why bully the protagonist shou?
Why chase after the scum gong?
Wasn’t lying flat and slacking off the sweetest life?