The world where only the youngest son gets hurt has been achieved—what do you mean Xiao Cheng is about to die

The Tang family.

“Mm… now that was a good sleep. Huh? Old man, why are you still in bed?”

The sun was already high in the sky when Tang's Mother finally woke up. She stretched comfortably and was just about to get out of bed when she noticed an inconvenient little old man blocking her way.

A question mark appeared over her head. She gave him a kick.

“What time is it already? Get up! Why can’t you learn from me?”

With her hands on her hips, she was thoroughly righteous. She had finally caught him sleeping in for once—of course she had to make the most of it.

Old Master Tang: “…”

“I got up early today. Let me sleep a little longer, Guilan. Call me when you’re eating.”

Relying on his formidable willpower, Old Master Tang managed to answer before closing his eyes and going back to sleep. Then he fell completely silent.

His voice carried a hint of exhaustion.

Tang's Mother: “???”

“Did you sneak out to steal dogs last night?” Tang's Mother muttered casually as she climbed out of bed and began tidying up, preparing to heat the food.

Another beautiful day. She had only just gotten up, and it was already noon. Hmm… wait.

“Where is everyone?”

Tang's Mother discovered that the enormous courtyard contained no traces of anyone but herself. The doors to all the other rooms were tightly shut. Usually, if her youngest son was up, his door would be open to let in some air.

Now that it was closed, it meant her youngest son was still asleep.

Although he was only five, he was one of the few people in the family who generally didn’t sleep in. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to receive the occasional “wake-up service” his father handed out every morning.

It was hard-earned money, after all. Without a little perseverance and self-control, you couldn’t even earn the money—let alone qualify to be a slave.

“If you don’t do it, there are plenty of others who will!”

Knock, knock, knock.

“Xiaobao, get up. Grandma’s making you something to eat.”

Tang's Mother knocked on the door and called out from outside. After only two knocks, the door swung open on its own. It hadn’t been locked.

She stepped inside and saw her little grandson lying on the bed, unconscious… His sleeping posture was a complete mess, his tiny brows tightly furrowed as he whimpered and murmured, apparently caught in some nightmare.

“What’s wrong with him?”

Puzzled, Tang's Mother gently prodded her grandson a couple of times.

The little boy suddenly opened his eyes and sat upright, staring around in terror. When he realized his little aunt wasn’t there, he immediately lay back down and went right back to sleep, his eyes closing as he resumed his peaceful, corpse-like expression.

Tang's Mother: “???”

A short while later, Tang's Mother silently backed out of the room.

“Mm… sure enough, phones really are harmful. I’m not letting Xiaobao play with one anymore.”

As she spoke, she headed toward the room next door, which belonged to her eldest daughter. If her youngest grandson had heard that, he might have been furious enough to die.

A phone?

What phone?

The reason the little boy looked like he had died with his eyes open had absolutely nothing to do with staying up all night playing on a phone. He hadn’t even had the chance to get comfortable with it before his little aunt had confiscated it.

Losing the phone was bad enough, but he hadn’t even been able to sleep properly. Strange noises and screams from his little aunt’s room had kept coming through the wall.

Even with his excellent sleeping habits, he couldn’t endure it. He had been tormented for the entire night. Then, just as dawn approached and he finally managed to fall asleep, Tang Yuyao—who had been pushed past her limits—let out a scream that woke him again.

The only other person awakened was Old Master Tang, who thought dawn had arrived and the chickens were crowing. Grandfather and grandson were both forcibly booted up.

Old Master Tang even marveled at how close the New Year must be. Winter had arrived, the days were getting darker, and the sky was still black even though the chickens were already crowing so early in the morning.

Then… after running several kilometers and discovering that it was still bright outside—with the streetlights around him not even turned off—Old Master Tang finally realized that he had been fooled.

The chickens hadn’t crowed.

No, that wasn’t quite right… The sound he had heard earlier had not come from a chicken.

“Cluck-cluck-cluck!”

After exercising for two or three hours, Old Master Tang returned home just in time to hear the real chickens crowing. The time announcement sounded at that exact moment: six o’clock in the morning.

In other words, he had gotten up to run at around three or four in the morning?

Old Master Tang: “…”

In silence, he tidied himself up, carefully slipped back into bed, and went on sleeping. Several hours later, Tang's Mother woke up, leading to the scene from earlier…

Knock, knock, knock.

“Sweetheart, get up! The sun’s practically on your backside, and you’re still sleeping!”

Tang's Mother had barely left her youngest grandson’s room before heading next door to put pressure on her eldest daughter. What time was it already? Even she was awake, yet her daughter was still sleeping!

She was certainly strict with others while being lenient with herself!

“Click.”

The door wasn’t locked either. Tang's Mother gently pushed it open and walked in, only to find exactly the same scene as before. Her daughter was lying on the bed in almost the exact same position as her little brother, looking utterly spent.

Completely unconscious.

Tang's Mother: “???”

What was wrong with this family?

Had the other three secretly gone out for some special activity after she went to bed yesterday, perhaps having a private meal without inviting her?

Otherwise, why were the three of them acting so strange today?

Several more hours passed. It was nearly afternoon when Tang Yuyao finally woke up and climbed groggily out of bed. She stretched comfortably and yawned.

“Mm… that feels great. Huh? It’s still not light outside!”

Tang Yuyao sounded pleasantly surprised.

“Auntie, is it possible that it’s not still dark out—that it’s dark again?”

Her little nephew’s voice immediately came from outside, pouring cold water over her excitement. Tang Yuyao froze for a moment, as though remembering something. She hurriedly pulled out her phone and checked the time.

Wow… He was right. It was already the next day.

Tang Yuyao: “…”

A moment later, Tang Yuyao stepped out of her room and saw her little nephew holding a huge bowl, shoveling down his food with great enthusiasm. As he chewed, he glanced at his aunt, who had just emerged from her room.

“Oh, Auntie, you’re awake. Good evening.”

Tang Yuyao: “…”

“Good evening, my foot! You little brat, I think your skin is itching for a beating! How dare you mock your beloved, beautiful, kind, and generous aunt!”

Tang Yuyao rolled up her sleeves, her beautiful eyes wide with fury, and marched toward the boy. She intended to give him a thorough lesson in what a complete childhood was supposed to feel like!

The little boy shuddered in fear. Hugging his bowl, he hopped away on his two short legs and ran toward Tang's Mother.

“Help, Grandma! Auntie’s gone crazy!”

Tang Yuyao: “???”

He had the nerve to insult her too!

Fat Boy, your life ends today!

The aunt and nephew ran one after the other into the courtyard in front. Using Tang's Mother as a buffer between them, they finally came to a stop.

“Sweetheart, you’re not a child anymore. Come eat something. You’ve slept all day—don’t make yourself sick from hunger.”

Tang's Mother truly embodied the wisdom of the older generation. With just a few words, she defused the war between them and handed Tang Yuyao a bowl of rice soup.

A few minutes later, three generations of the family sat on a bench outside the house, slurping their rice soup and discussing what had happened the previous night.

Only then did Tang's Mother learn what had actually happened.

“All night, Grandma! You have no idea how terrifying Auntie was. She kept freaking out—every time she finally closed her eyes, she’d start screaming again…”

“Watch your mouth!” Tang Yuyao flew into a rage and lunged at her youngest nephew, intent on silencing him permanently.

“Save me, Grandma!”

“No one can save you today!”

Tang's Mother: “…”

The aunt and nephew began circling the yard again. Hmm… in a certain sense, it counted as post-meal exercise. Not bad, not bad.

In an inconspicuous corner not far away, Old Master Tang silently nodded.

Oh… so that was what had happened. The sound he’d heard that morning hadn’t been a rooster crowing—it had been this little girl in his family screaming…

In the end, the youngest son unlocked the defeat CG, suffering Tang Yuyao’s affectionate “Ten Consecutive Auntie Smacks.” Thus, a world where only the youngest son got hurt was achieved.

He hid in a corner by himself, silently drawing circles on the ground, while a powerful BGM began to play…

The world isolates me, letting anyone mock me…

Outside the gate.

Rumble, rumble—the roar of an engine sounded as a black car pulled to a steady stop. Tang Shouye jumped out and ran over in a panic.

“Mom! This is bad! Something terrible has happened!”

Tang's Mother: “…”

“Ahem… What do you mean, ‘this is bad’? Can’t you speak properly, Fat Boy? Your mother is doing just fine!”

Tang's Mother coughed twice from choking and patted her chest several times before recovering. She glared irritably at her own Fat Boy.

Honestly, couldn’t he say something nice about her for once?

Every day it was the same: “Mom, this is bad! Mom, this is bad!” Bad your head! Fat Boy, I think you’re itching for a beating!

Tang's Mother rolled up her sleeves, preparing to go over and teach her own Fat Boy a harsh lesson in maternal love. But then she noticed him winking and gesturing frantically at her.

This was a secret signal the mother and son had agreed on beforehand. It was meant to guard against everyone else—and especially against Tang Yuyao.

Whenever this signal appeared, it meant that a new situation had arisen, and it was the serious kind—the kind that required the mother and son to close the door and whisper about it in private.

Tang's Mother: “???”

So something really was wrong!

Tang's Mother immediately understood. She hurriedly smoothed things over, talking to herself as she said, “Every day it’s ‘something’s wrong, something’s wrong.’ Can’t you wish your mother well for once? What’s the big deal? Isn’t it just Xiaobao missing school?”

Tang Shouye: “???”

What? He missed school?

Tang Shouye jolted, his eyes instantly locking onto his youngest son in the yard, who was crouching alone in a corner and drawing circles, radiating negative energy.

“Just tell the teacher he was sick…”

Tang's Mother continued dropping hints. Tang Shouye caught on and quickly picked up the cue, putting on a stern expression.

“No! The teacher called my phone today and said they’re going to expel him! I have to teach him a lesson today, or who knows what he’ll do in the future?”

“Oh, forget it. They’re just children. Who doesn’t make mistakes?”

“No! He must be punished!”

The youngest son: “???”

After listening for a while… why did something feel wrong?

Wasn’t Grandma the one who was supposedly in trouble? How had it suddenly become his fault?

And besides… it was only kindergarten. They were seriously going to expel him just for missing one day of class?

Really?

The youngest son: “…”

The mother and son put on a performance, one playing the good cop and the other the bad cop. They scared the youngest son so badly that his face turned dark. Meanwhile, Tang Yuyao stood off to the side, gloating happily—the distraction had worked.

It was a good plan, but the youngest son had to cry a little, or they would definitely be suspected.

So… sorry, Xiaobao!

“Smack! Smack! Smack!”

“Ah!”

The youngest son’s screams echoed through the yard. In the end, it was Tang Yuyao who came over to stop Tang Shouye’s furious beating.

Tang's Mother and Tang Shouye took advantage of the pretense of lecturing him and went next door to have a private conversation.

In the neighboring courtyard.

“Fat Boy, what’s going on? Why are you in such a panic?” Tang's Mother blinked, looking at her own Fat Boy in confusion.

“Mom, this is really bad. Xiaocheng seems to be dying.” Tang Shouye sighed.

Tang's Mother: “???”

“What!!!”