Jia Ronghou of the Red Chamber

A centipede may die, but it never falls apart. Looking at the utterly dilapidated Rongguo Mansion before him, Jia Lian, who had come from a later age, declared that leaving was out of the question. But sometimes you had to tear things down to rebuild them, and the vermin could be driven out of this household.

“Uncle, please believe me. I really am a good person!”