Mom: Can you come home and stay for a few days this week? Both your dad and I miss you a lot.

Just as I logged into QQ, the first thing that caught my eye was this sentence. It was only a few words, but it completely destroyed Liao Nan's good mood for the day.

His Adam's apple moved slightly as his index finger tapped the side of the mobile phone.

Black screen.

"Go home? What is there to go back to? What's the point of going home?"

These questions weighed on Liao Nan like large boulders, almost suffocating him.

But he couldn't not go back. As long as he wanted to maintain this precarious family relationship, going home was an essential part.

Liao Nan's fingertips moved slightly and sent a succinct message to the person labeled as "Mother" in the contacts.

Return.

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The school bell rang neither hurriedly nor slowly at the end of class. Since today was Friday, the boarding students couldn't wait to rush out of the school with their backpacks, and the gatekeeper was already accustomed to this sight, standing with crossed arms, waiting for the closing time.

The school is already empty. Grandpa returned to the gatehouse and prepared to close the automatic door.

A black shadow zoomed out in a flash.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the tidy figure wearing a middle school uniform, immediately recognizing who it was.

"Brat! If you keep procrastinating like this next time, don't bother coming back!"

Without even looking back, Liao Nantou waved his hand dismissively and then quickly went straight into the Wolf Fang Potato Snack shop across from the school.

"A plate of shredded potatoes, sweet and sour, mildly spicy."

"We don't have spicy food here. Typically, children eat medium spicy, and mildly spicy doesn't have any taste." The aunt wearing an apron washed her hands and turned to speak to Liao Nan.

Liao Nan waved his hand and said, "I know, it's still mildly spicy."

"The young man has a light palate, I guess he can't tolerate spicy hotpot," the shop owner sighed while watching Liao Nan nod. "It's a pity to not eat the numbing and spicy hotpot, it's only delicious when it's spicy…"

Liao Nan didn't respond and instead opened WeChat to transfer the money.

The shop owner packed the wolf tooth potatoes into a small box and casually said, "I thought you kids would all go home and eat on Fridays. Aren't you going home?"

Liao Nan mumbled a response, clearly avoiding directly answering the shop owner's question.

Taking the small box and placing it on the table, he looked at the casual chat in the QQ group, absentmindedly poking the potato strips with a toothpick in his right hand.

6:57.

Mom: Why haven't you arrived yet? Is there a traffic jam? Do you need your father to pick you up?

No need.

In a rush after sending this message, they hurriedly stuffed a few bites of snacks into their mouth and hastily grabbed their withered school bag before dashing outside.

He didn't want that man to come pick him up, because there was simply no need for it.

Sitting in the taxi, Liao Nan watched as the buildings of the school gradually faded from view. He stared at the rapidly passing scenery outside the car window, uncertain if he had ever traveled down this road before.

Perhaps it has been passed by, but the time was too long, so it was forgotten, forgotten.

My stomach hurts a bit, probably because I ate too quickly just now.

Liao Nan clenched his fist tightly without showing any signs on his face.

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"Ah! Nannan is back! Lao Liao, your son is back!" As soon as the door opened, what they saw was the delighted expression on their mother's face. Liao Nan stopped for a moment on her face and whispered, "Mom." Then, his gaze drifted past her shoulders and into the living room.

The middle-aged man, whom he called "dad," straightened his back and sat on the sofa watching TV. Upon hearing his mother's shout, he merely turned his head and glanced briefly at Liao Nan with a distant look in his eyes, then nodded slightly.

"Let's eat." With a condescending tone, as if granting a favor, it irritated people as always.

Due to stomach pain and low spirits, Liao Nan looked somewhat listless and didn't eat much.

Mrs. Liao was being somewhat cautious on the side. "What's wrong? I remember you used to love eating these so much. Is it because they don't suit your taste anymore?"

Don't bother about him! Who is begging you to have a meal?

Liao Nan's anger was suppressed as he remained silent, gripping the chopstick tightly, his fingertips turning white. The master, evidently, was actively restraining something.

After lecturing, Mr. Liao prepared to divert his gaze but inadvertently caught a glimpse of the back of Liao Nan's neck as he lowered his head to eat.

There was a small tooth mark there, the trace was faint, but could still be seen upon careful inspection.

Liao Nan has been marked by someone.

Mr. Liao's face immediately darkened, and he sternly questioned, "Liao Nan! Who bit your neck?!"

Liao Nan suddenly raised his head and quickly covered his neck, "There's no one."

"Do you speak or not?! Which Alpha marked you?!"

With a loud "pa!", the chopsticks were slammed heavily on the dining table. "I'm not eating." Liao Nan declared before stomping away with heavy footsteps, making a thumping sound as he dashed up to his own room on the second floor.

Liao's father left an angry roar with a fiery temper: "I told you to study hard and improve your shortcomings with knowledge, but instead you're causing all these troubles. Have I been giving you face? You motherf***er, watch your mouth!"

"Fuck..." Liao Nan gritted his teeth, leaning against the locked door and muttered under his breath.

Every time, it's always like this! Every time, it's always like this! What the fuck is this discrimination about?

Who exactly is looking down on whom!