Trying to reason with someone like Fatty's mother was nothing but self - inflicted torture.
Shen Weixun didn't even bother to look at her. He just lifted his feet and was about to leave.
As for the insult this woman had thrown at his junior sister,
he made a mental note of it.
Once he was out of this door, he'd find plenty of ways to settle the score.
Chu Dacheng was also used to Fatty's mother's tantrums. They both tacitly chose to ignore her.
But while they wanted to leave, Fatty's mother wasn't having it.
She even called the nanny over to block the door together, forming a human wall.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Shen Weixun's patience was running out.
Fatty's mother should be grateful for the rule of law, or he would've resorted to force long ago.
"What? Of course, I'm making you cure my son. Anyway, you must cure him today. This stinky Taoist priest took my money. If you can't cure him, I'll sue you for fraud!"
Chu Dacheng frowned. "I can refund your money right now. We can't cure your son."
"I don't want my money back. I just want you to cure my son!"
Fatty's mother took shamelessness and unreasonableness to a whole new level.
Her main target now was Chu Dacheng.
They'd taken Fatty to the hospital, consulted many experts, but modern medical technology was helpless.
They'd also invited many masters, but no one could solve the problem.
So far, only on the first day Chu Dacheng came to their home did Fatty show a bit of improvement.
Fatty's mother was now convinced that Chu Dacheng had a way. She regarded him as a lifesaver.
There was no way she'd let go.
Her pestering made Shen Weixun laugh out of anger.
Xiaoniannian frowned, hesitating whether to speak up.
Fatty's situation wasn't completely hopeless. There were still two ways out for him.
One was to find the bodies of the small animals, bury them properly, do more good deeds in the future, accumulate merit, and use the merit to send their souls to the afterlife. After sending all the cat spirits away, he would recover.
But this method was too difficult to implement.
Not to mention that from their looks, Fatty's family didn't seem like the kind of people who would do good deeds willingly.
Just the sin of killing he'd committed... If they started to give away all their wealth and accumulate virtue every day from now on, it would take at least ten years to pay off. And if they stopped halfway, all their previous efforts would be in vain.
Chances were they couldn't hold on. Fatty was doomed to die sooner or later.
The second way was to exorcise the spirits.
It was the simplest and most straightforward method.
As long as all the cat spirits were eliminated, nothing would be haunting Fatty anymore. But whoever helped him get rid of the cat spirits would have to take on Fatty's karmic debt.
Orthodox Taoist sects with such abilities would never do such a thankless thing.
There were only two methods.
Niannian was hesitating whether to tell them.
What if the bad aunt was willing to take Fatty to turn over a new leaf and choose the first way? He might still have a chance at life.
"Th... mmm~"
Niannian was eager to speak.
But as soon as she uttered one word, her mouth was covered tightly by her third senior brother.
The little dumpling was confused. She blinked her innocent and clear big eyes and looked up at her third senior brother.
Even though Shen Weixun didn't look down, it was as if his chin had eyes and he knew the little dumpling was looking at him.
He gently patted her head and whispered, "Silly."
The meaning was clear. He wanted her to shut up.
Niannian immediately understood and obediently closed her little mouth.
Shen Weixun looked at the crazy - looking Fatty's mother, casually picked up Niannian, turned around, and sat on the sofa.
He looked as if he were in his own home.
It was as if he was saying, "I'm giving up. I'm not leaving."
His action took everyone by surprise. Even Chu Dacheng was stunned for a while, not to mention Fatty's mother who was about to go on a full - scale tantrum.
She widened her eyes in disbelief, pointed at Shen Weixun, and roared angrily, "Who said you could sit on my sofa? Get up!"
Facing her rudeness, Shen Weixun was calm. He wasn't angry at all. Instead, he threatened, "Don't you want to save your son?"
These words were like a bucket of cold water poured on her head.
Fatty's mother calmed down instantly.
A flash of venomous hatred crossed her eyes.
She knew these three people had a way.
Saying they couldn't save him was all a lie. They just didn't want to see her son get better.
Maybe she'd even guessed right about the cause of her son's strange illness.
If they hadn't done something, why was it that no one else could do anything, but they could save him?
Fatty's mother's thoughts were getting more and more twisted, but she didn't continue to throw a tantrum.
All she wanted now was to get Fatty better as soon as possible.
As for the resentment and hatred in her heart, she planned to vent them after her son was cured.
Shen Weixun didn't miss the subtle change in her expression.
He could almost guess what was going on in her head.
He sneered inwardly but still looked gentle on the surface.
Niannian peeked at her third senior brother and silently lit a pair of candles for the bad aunt in her heart.
The gentler the third senior brother looked, the angrier he actually was.
And everyone who had ever made the third senior brother show this expression had ended up being tortured miserably.
Even their master had been tricked many times.
Alas, the bad aunt was going to be in big trouble.
"Calmed down? Then let's talk about the conditions for saving your son."
"Conditions? I've already paid you. What? Are you trying to take advantage of my situation?"
Fatty's mother suddenly became vigilant.
"No, no, no. I can do it for free. I'll refund the reward you paid before and still help your son."
Hearing this, Fatty's mother's eyes lit up and the corners of her mouth lifted.
Could there really be such a good thing?
However, Shen Weixun's next words made her unable to smile anymore.
"I'll give you two choices. The first one is to use your life to exchange for your son's. The second one is to kneel down and kowtow a few times to admit your mistake, and then I'll tell you the rest."
Shen Weixun had no qualms about asking a much older woman to kneel and admit her mistake.
He was a person who never let an insult go unpunished.
Hierarchy and respect for the elderly meant nothing to him.
Even if it was the King of Heaven who offended him, he'd find a way to get revenge if he had the chance.
It took Fatty's mother a while to confirm that she wasn't hearing things.
She subconsciously ignored the first choice Shen Weixun had mentioned.
She screamed, "What did you say? You want me to kneel to you?"
"Yes, that's right. You heard me correctly. I'm saying you should kneel and apologize."
"Angry? It won't do any good. Your son's life is in our hands now. If I'm not happy, I might make your son's situation even worse."
"If you're not convinced, just hold it in. Your angry looks can't kill me. If you've got the guts, come and hit me!"
It had to be said that Shen Weixun was truly unparalleled in provoking people.
In just a few words, he made Fatty's mother furious.
Now she had lost all her reason. All she could hear in her head was the last sentence, "Come and hit me!"
Finally, anger overwhelmed all other emotions.
Fatty's mother angrily wriggled her fat body and rushed up in three quick steps.
Shen Weixun still sat firmly on the sofa without even moving his butt.
Just as the woman was about to rush in front of him, he kicked her directly in the stomach.
The figure that had just pounced forward flew back with a whoosh.
Fatty's mother rolled on the ground in pain, groaning.