The mind-reading vegetative husband made the scumbag kneel down in tears

My name is Huo Tingyuan.

A child who is born with defects and is not blessed by the world.

I have lived in a nursing home for as long as I can remember.

The only people who were with me were the doctors and nurses.

I am the youngest patient here, and the doctors and nurses all take good care of me.

They taught me to talk, walk, read, and recognize words...

When I'm with them, I don't feel abnormal.

However, my mother often comes to break this "normality".

She always cries and scolds.

"Why are you not healthy? Why are you like this? What do you want me to do?"

"Xiao Yuan, please become normal, okay? Only when you become normal can you go to the Huo family to recognize your ancestors and return to your roots. Only then will there be hope for your mother."

"..."

At first, I didn't understand what she meant.

Later, Dad came.

Dad is so tall and looks so majestic!

It was an evening when the sun was about to set, and he walked towards me in the glow of the sunset like a god.

He called me affectionately: "Xiao Yuan."

His smile was tolerant and loving, unlike his mother who always cried with resentment on her face.

I fell in an instant.

He accompanied me to dinner, held my hand for a walk, and let me ride on his neck and look into the distance...

I feel so happy being with him!

I want to go with him.

But he said, "Xiao Yuan, you can only go home when you are better."

Am I really sick?

Well, I will treat the disease. When I am cured, I can go home with my father.

But I don't want to see my mother.

So I asked, "Dad, do you want to be with Mom when you get home?"

"No need." Dad shook his head.

I feel relieved.

I hated my mom and just wanted to be with my dad.

I actively accepted treatment and could swallow any bitter medicine or not frown any painful injection.

The nurses said I was the strongest child.

I think Dad will be very happy if he knows this, right?

However, day after day, year after year of treatment...my father still didn't come to take me home.

I started to get irritated.

I was especially angry when my mother came to visit me.

I always feel that it’s because of her that my father didn’t come to pick me up.

I hate her!

If only she didn't exist, Dad would come and take me home.

I began to plot to kill her.

Once, when she wasn't paying attention, I took out a knife and stabbed her.

As she dodged, the blade only scratched her face.

I failed, what a pity.

The blood and her screams made me feel happy both physically and mentally.

She called me a monster, and that’s why my dad didn’t want me.

At that moment, I panicked.

I roared and smashed everything in the room.

The louder she screamed, the more I couldn't control the violent tendencies in my body.

Finally, she fled.

Never appeared again.

The nurse gave me an injection and the world fell into darkness.

When I woke up again, the room had returned to its original state. The scenes of the smashing and destroying appeared in my mind, as unreal as a dream.

I miss my dad so much.

I asked the doctor, "When will I get better? Why hasn't my father come to pick me up yet?"

The doctor's eyes were evasive.

Later, I overheard the truth: Dad was dead and I could never go home.

All beliefs and persistence collapsed in an instant.

A bloody scene appeared before my eyes: under the afterglow of the setting sun, my father was lying in a pool of blood, reaching out his hand to me with difficulty...

My violent tendencies flared up again and I started smashing everything around me.

Until exhaustion and loss of consciousness.

By the time I recovered, three years had passed.

I started painting.

Use bold colors to erase Dad from the pool of blood and save him in the world of painting.

I especially like to paint sunsets and evening glow.

Because the first time I saw my father, that was the scene.

Also, the color looks too much like blood.

I don’t know how much time passed, but my mother came with a man and a woman.

They said they were my brother and sister.

I was in a daze: It turns out that I have relatives other than my parents?

They said that my father died in an accident and he had no grudges against anyone. My father asked them to take care of me and they came to take me home.

Can I finally go home?

I'm not happy at all.

Is a home still a home without a father?

The elder brother said: "Xiao Yuan, your last name is Huo, and you are the third young master of the Huo family! You were born rich, and it's time to take what belongs to you."

The elder sister said: "Xiao Yuan, everything has been arranged for you at home. You just need to be obedient."

There was no more resentment on my mother's face, and she smiled unusually kindly.

She touched my head and kissed my face.

She said: "Xiao Yuan, follow your mother, let's go home..."

So, I showed up at Huo Tingfang's wedding.

I also saw a man who looked very much like my father—Huo Tingchen, my brother.

My presence disrupted the rhythm of the wedding.

However, when I looked at Huo Tingchen, I felt so calm.

He looks like dad!

The body shape, temperament...exactly the same.

He was carefully protecting the woman in her wedding dress on the stage, which made me feel strangely warm in my heart.

That day, my mother wanted me to destroy the wedding.

But I don't want to do it.

How could I hurt my brother who looks so much like my father?

My mother just thought I was sick again and didn't insist.

Then a beautiful woman came running over and negotiated something with my mother.

No one knows what's going on inside me beneath my expressionless face.

Huo Tingchen's figure overlapped with his father's, and I almost called him dad.

After the wedding, Huo Tingchen sent me back to the nursing home.

I sat next to him obediently, afraid that my poor performance would upset him.

I thought to myself: Is he also a brother? Then how many brothers and sisters do I have?

But I didn't dare ask.

He has a very strong domineering aura.

When we were almost at the sanatorium, he asked me, "Xiao Yuan, do you know who you are?"

"I know. I'm Huo Tingyuan. The third young master of the Huo family."

"Have you seen Dad?"

"I've seen it."

"When?"

"Before, Dad would come to see me several times every year..."

Huo Tingchen nodded, his eyes relieved: "So that's it."

I don't quite understand what he meant by this, but I habitually don't ask.

"Xiao Yuan, you are sick, and you will live in a nursing home from now on. I will send someone to take care of you, okay?"

Back to the nursing home again.

I am very sad and helpless.

I finally got out of the nursing home, but before I even got home, I had to go back again.

Is it because of mom that my brother can’t take me home?

I hate my mom! Why doesn't she die?

So I made a request: "Brother, can you not let mom come to see me?"

Huo Tingchen was surprised, but he agreed: "Okay."

Didn't even ask why.

Since then, my mother has never appeared again. But Huo Tingchen would come to see me occasionally.

My happiness is back.

Just like I was looking forward to my father coming to see me, I am looking forward to his arrival.

The nurses talked behind her back: "It would be nice if Xiao Yuan could smile."

"He can't. He was born with facial paralysis. He only has facial expressions when he is in pain."

"It's unexpected that President Huo loves him so much."

"That's right! He's an illegitimate child who can't be seen in public. He has the same father but different mothers. And he was born to Mr. Huo's aunt."

"I heard that it was my aunt who used dishonorable means to frame Mr. Huo, which led to his birth."

"..."

After piecing together information from eavesdropping, I finally found out the truth.

Huo Tingchen and I are not born from the same mother.

I am a dishonorable bastard.

So Dad, there is no way he could take me home. He was always coaxing me!

I am very depressed.

Crazy painting, crazy smashing.

But no one can see my pain.

An old man with a kind face came to me and said that he could cure my illness as long as I cooperated.

I wanted to leave the nursing home, so I cooperated with him and took many photos.

Sure enough, a few days after taking the photos, Huo Tingchen came to pick me up.

He said the world is big and he wanted to send me to see the sea, and that there were better treatments there.

The sea, I have never seen it before!

So I agreed.

On the way to see the sea, we met bad guys.

Brother Jiangbei tried his best to protect me, but was beaten seriously and thrown on the roadside.

I didn't want to get out of the car, so I vented my emotions like crazy in the car, trying to scare off the bad guys with violence.

But, I failed again.

My actions did not cause any harm to the enemy.

On the contrary, after exhaustion, they took me away easily.

When I woke up again, I saw the old man again, and his younger brother.

His younger brother is Huo Tingchen's master.

They were very kind to me and I felt at peace living in their little courtyard.

Occasionally, you can hear them talking on the phone with Huo Tingchen.

They said Huo Tingchen was coming to pick me up and asked me to wait patiently.

But before Huo Tingchen arrived, I was poisoned.

I was unconscious most of the time, only regaining consciousness occasionally.

I heard many noises from the outside world, but I couldn't open my eyes or speak.

It turned out that the two old men were not good people.

They were the ones who poisoned me.

What do they want to force Huo Tingchen to hand over: the rebirth technique?

It's a pity that Huo Tingchen couldn't hand it over.

My sister cried by my bed day and night, praying for a miracle.

They are all trying their best to save me, which makes me very happy.

It turns out that there is someone who loves me besides my father.

Even though I was repeatedly used to hurt them, they never gave up on me.

There was no antidote for the poison, and I knew I was doomed.

My existence will only bring pain to everyone, and I don’t want to let this mistake continue!

I don’t want to turn into a knife again and hurt those who love me.

So, every time I was conscious, I would gather all my strength to speak.

Finally one day, I was able to make a sound.

My sister who was protecting me was very happy. I told her, "I didn't mean to do that. Someone wanted to harm Huo Tingchen..."

Finally, I asked her to remove my oxygen tube.

My sister cried so hard that her hands shook violently when she pulled out the oxygen tube.

I'm very relieved.

Sister, I loved you too...