The cold wind of late winter blew through the mottled brick walls of the Ning family's old house like a sharp blade. Ning Yuan huddled in the corner of the cellar filled with debris, his frozen fingers unconsciously rubbing the simple jade pendant in his palm. This was the only relic that his mother had given him when he was kicked out of the Ning family. It was glowing strangely under the dim moonlight. Ten years ago, he was a high-profile genius boy of the Ning family, but now he has become the son-in-law who can be bullied by everyone in the Su family. Even his shelter is this cold cellar donated by the Su family.
"Bang--" The iron door of the cellar was violently pushed open. Su Minghui, the eldest son of Su, looked down at him with contempt in his eyes: "Ning Yuan, tomorrow is grandpa's birthday party. You are responsible for serving tea and water. If you dare to embarrass the Su family, get out of the Su family!" Before he could finish his words, a plastic box containing leftovers was smashed at Ning Yuan's feet, and the soup splashed on his worn cotton shoes.
Ning Yuan lowered his eyes and said "Okay", digging his nails into his palms. Such humiliation has long become a daily routine. Ever since he married Su's family three years ago, he has become the target for everyone to vent their emotions. His wife Su Wanqing ignored him, and the Su family even treated him as a servant. But no one knew that beneath this humble and obedient appearance, the flame of revenge had already been ignited in his heart.
Late at night, everything is silent. Ning Yuan lay on the hard wooden bed, staring at the drafty ceiling above his head. The jade pendant suddenly emits a burst of warmth and shines brightly, and an illusory figure emerges from the jade pendant. "I am an ancient war spirit. I have been dormant for thousands of years, and I finally waited for the right person." The old voice echoed in the small cellar, "My child, are you willing to sign a contract with me?
