Bottle and Xie Raise a Child, but My Little Mute Isn't Ordinary

Wu Xie has been having a rough time lately. There are three reasons: Wang Pangzi stole most of the loquats from the tree in the back courtyard. The kid at home refuses to take a bath and is holed up in the wardrobe, facing off against Zhang Qiling. And Wu Xie keeps passing out for no reason, waking up each time with a painfully stiff neck.

The moment Wu Xie touched the meteorite jade, he promptly passed out.

When he woke up, Zhang Qiling had brought back a child who looked exactly like him.

"What's going on here?"

Pangzi poked half his head through the doorway. "Congratulations, Tianzhen. You're a dad."

The boy couldn't talk, wouldn't eat meat, and liked to stand by the well in the middle of the night, staring into space.

The villagers all said Wu Xie had picked up a little fool, and Wang Pangzi nearly got into a fight with them.

Wu Xie didn't mind. After all, the big guy in his family had been the same way back then.

That is, until an anonymous letter appeared by his pillow: "He doesn't belong here."

At the same time, Wu Xie realized he kept passing out for no reason, and every time he woke, it felt like someone had secretly done something to him.

"Xiaoge, why is my neck always stiff?"

"You sleep in a bad position."

Wang Pangzi was shelling sunflower seeds nearby. At that, he choked so badly he nearly died.

They soon discovered that the child's origins were tied to the secret the Zhang family had guarded for generations, and the bronze gate, which had never truly closed, began to rumble once more.

As for what happened while Wu Xie was unconscious, the three of them kept it tightly under wraps.

One didn't dare tell. One didn't want to tell. And one had seen it, but unfortunately couldn't speak.