Bicolor Flower

Chapter 1: Little Mom The Xu family mansion is located on the hillside on the outskirts of the city. It is a European-style manor covering a vast area. As night falls, the lights in the manor shine through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the neatly manicured lawn, making it look particularly quiet. However, the silence was broken by a black car that slowly drove in. The car door opened, and a slender young man stepped out of the car. He was wearing a well-tailored white shirt and a pair of black trousers. He looked clean and tidy, but with a hint of composure that belied his age. His face was delicate and delicate, and there was a slight sense of alienation between his eyebrows and eyes, as if he was indifferent to everything around him. This man's name is Ji Zhan, and he is the new "little mother" of the Xu family. Ji Zhan stood beside the car, raised his head slightly and glanced at the magnificent manor in front of him, with a trace of complicated emotions flashing in his eyes. He knew that from today on, he would live here as the new "little mother" of the Xu family. This identity is both a cover and a shackles for him. "Mr. Ji, I'm waiting for you inside." The driver said respectfully. Ji Zhan nodded and walked into the manor. In the hall, Xu Cheng, the head of the Xu family, was sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his hand and looking relaxed. Seeing Ji Zhan walking in, he smiled slightly and waved for him to come over. "Azhan, come and sit." Xu Cheng's voice was gentle, but with an irresistible majesty. Ji Zhan walked to the sofa and bowed slightly: "Mr. Xu." "Don't be so divided, we will be a family from now on." Xu Cheng smiled and patted the seat next to him, "Come, sit down." Ji Zhan sat down obediently, with a calm expression, as if he had been accustomed to all this. At this moment, there was a slow and steady sound of footsteps on the stairs. A tall young man walked down the stairs. There was a hint of coldness in his brows, his eyes were as cold as ice, and he exuded a sharp aura. His pace was neither hasty nor slow, as if he was indifferent to everything around him, and he didn't even bother to look at anyone. This man is Xu Cheng's only son, the eldest son of the Xu family—Xu Liezhou. Xu Liezhou's eyes swept around the living room and finally landed on Ji Zhan. There was no movement in his eyes, or even a frown. He just said coldly: "Dad, who is this?" Xu Cheng smiled and said in a relaxed tone: "Xiezhou, come on, let me introduce you. This is Ji Zhan, and I will be your 'little mother' from now on." "Mom?" Xu Ziezhou's voice was still cold, without any emotion, "You found someone younger this time." Xu Cheng's face darkened slightly, and there was a hint of warning in his tone: "Xiezhou, watch your words." Xu Liezhou sneered, his eyes still cold, and his voice was filled with unabashed sarcasm: "Dad, I have long been used to your romantic nature, but do you want to bring such a young man back to make the entire Xu family a laughing stock?" Ji Zhan was sitting on the sofa, his expression still calm, as if Xu Xiezhou's sarcasm had nothing to do with him. He just raised his eyes slightly, looked at Xu Liezhou calmly, and said in a soft voice: "Master Xu, this is our first meeting, please take care of me." "Care?" Xu Xiezhou's voice had a hint of sarcasm in it, "Are you an adult? If you come out to sell yourself at such a young age, your parents won't worry about you not being able to finish your homework." "Xu Liezhou!" Xu Cheng stood up abruptly, his face terrifyingly gloomy, "Shut up!" Xu Liezhou was not afraid at all, his eyes were still cold, and there was a hint of provocation in his voice: "Dad, you will always be strong." "Crack!" A crisp slap sounded in the living room. Xu Liezhou's face was slapped away by Xu Cheng, and a clear palm print instantly appeared on his face. Xu Liezhou didn't move, and his eyes didn't even waver. He just turned his head slowly and looked at Xu Cheng coldly, with a sarcastic smile on his lips: "Is the fight over? Then I'm leaving." After saying that, he turned around and strode out of the living room, his back looking cold and decisive. --- Xu Liezhou rushed out of the Xu family mansion and drove directly to the most famous nightclub in the city. There was no fluctuation in his mood, as if everything just now had nothing to do with him. He has long been accustomed to his father's beatings and scoldings, to the indifference of the Xu family, and even to this kind of life without warmth. The lights in the nightclub were dim and the music was deafening. Xu Liezhou sat in front of the bar, drinking one glass after another of strong drinks, as if only alcohol could make him feel the warmth of life. "One more drink." Xu Liezhou pushed the empty wine glass in front of the bartender with a cold voice. The bartender glanced at him and silently poured him a glass of whiskey. Xu Liezhou picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. The strong alcohol burned his throat, but he seemed not to feel it. He just mechanically repeated the action of drinking. With the erosion of alcohol, Xu Ziezhou's consciousness gradually blurred. Some long-standing memories began to appear in his mind, and those scenes that he thought he had long forgotten emerged with great clarity at this moment. --- "Xiezhou, come here, mother will tell you a story." The woman in the memory smiled tenderly and stretched out her arms to hold him in her arms. There is a faint fragrance on her body, like a sun-baked quilt, warm and reassuring. "Mom, what story are you going to tell today?" Little Xu Liezhou raised his head, his eyes full of expectation. "Today I'll tell you a story about a little prince." The woman gently stroked his hair, her voice as gentle as water. Xu Liezhou leaned in the woman's arms, listening to her soft voice, and gradually fell asleep. That was the warmest picture in his memory, and it was also the past that he could no longer touch. --- "Mom..." Xu Liezhou murmured in a low voice, his eyes still cold and without any fluctuation. He slammed the wine glass in his hand to the ground, shattering the glass and spilling the wine all over the floor. "Why... Why did you leave me alone..." There was no choke in Xu Xiezhou's voice, and there wasn't even a change in his eyes. He just looked at the fragments on the ground coldly, as if he was looking at his already shattered life. He knew he could never go back. That gentle woman, that home that once gave him endless warmth, has long been torn to pieces with the death of his mother. Xu Liezhou stood up unsteadily, his eyes still cold and without any warmth. He knew that he couldn't go on like this. He had to do something, he had to make that man pay. "Ji Zhan..." Xu Liezhou muttered the name in a low voice, with a trace of sarcasm flashing in his eyes, "You're in bad luck." --- At the same time, in the Xu family mansion, Ji Zhan stood on the balcony on the second floor, holding a glass of red wine in his hand and looking calmly into the night in the distance. He knew that from today on, his life would completely change. And he will also play a vital role in this dangerous game. "Xu Liezhou..." Ji Zhan murmured in a low voice, "You'd better provide me with important evidence..." Intention: writing in idleness