After my mother died saving my grandfather, I was born prematurely and became the apple of the cruel old man’s eye. My grandfather had bipolar disorder, but for my sake, he transformed from a bloodthirsty fiend into the kind and gentle Mr. Pei. He gave up meat and prayed for me, made donations to ask for blessings on my behalf, and couldn’t bear to send me abroad when he learned that a medical institution there could cure my congenital heart disease. Worried he wouldn’t take care of himself, I went out of my way to hire him a housekeeper. She was considerate and well-behaved, never put a foot wrong, and earned my grandfather’s highest praise. After I recovered, I returned home in time for my grandfather’s birthday, only to be locked in the basement by the housekeeper. She dragged me, barely alive, before my grandfather and cut out my heart as a birthday present. “Sir, this little brat not only called the young miss a short-lived ghost, she even pretended to be her!” My grandfather’s face darkened, but the moment he saw the stent in my heart, the one he had personally chosen, he leaped to his feet in a rage.
