USWHC -Chapter 315 Lucky Parents (Part 5)

The old man was dressed in a full silk outfit, perfectly pressed, with not a single crease anywhere. A long beard hung down, covering most of his face, though one could faintly see some paleness, as if he had rarely seen sunlight. His silk garment was made in the style of a long gown, giving him the look of an old scholar—at least appearing more refined than a typical private tutor.

From a distance, they might have been hard to recognize, but Zhu Jie was practically leaning over them, examining every detail, and immediately found them familiar.

She sneered coldly, saying, “Why do you look so familiar to me?”

“Familiar indeed! We are your father and mother!” the old man immediately replied, without a hint of panic.

“My father and mother? That can’t be!” Zhu Jie retorted sharply.

Not her parents? Old Madam Ji’s eyes widened in surprise. Could something have gone wrong?

The old man frowned in irritation and shouted, “You must be confused! I’m not your father. Then tell me, who is your father?”

Zhu Jie was momentarily speechless at the question. She really couldn’t answer—she had to play it smart.

“Can’t answer, huh?” The old lady immediately grabbed her and started wailing again, “My poor child! How could you forget us? Are you ill? Have you lost your memory?”

“Jie’er, at least you still remember your name—you’re called Zhu Jie, right?” Suddenly, a girl dressed in fine silk stepped forward, looking at Zhu Jie with pitiful eyes.

Seeing her, Zhu Jie immediately confirmed her suspicion: this was one of the three little tricksters! Yes, it had to be them. Though they were disguised, appearing ten years younger overall—especially compared to how Old Madam Ji had seen them—and with their faces altered with makeup, this kind of disguise would only fool ancient people. For someone like Zhu Jie, who daily used makeup to transform herself from a tomboy into a goddess, the techniques of raising cheekbones, altering eye shapes, and darkening circles were trivial. Especially the fake beard—she could immediately tell real from fake, having seen such things countless times on modern television.

Zhu Jie sneered, calm and composed, and said seriously, “I won’t call you that.”

Her reply left the little trickster dumbfounded. Why wouldn’t she call them that? She had checked for a long time—they were supposed to be called Zhu Jie, right?

“Confused! How could you even forget your own name in a moment?” The old man began to cry theatrically, “Your illness must be serious! Look carefully, I am your father, that is your mother, and this is your sister!”

“Oh, I see. You are my father, Zhu Fen; you are my mother, Zhu Choushi; and you are my sister, Zhu Shishi, right?” Before he could finish, Zhu Jie cut him off.

The old man was momentarily stunned. These names sounded strange… but he quickly went along, saying, “Right, you remembered?”

“Haha, you really went along with it! Who would give themselves such disgusting names? Pig dung, stinking pig feces—each one worse than the last! My father and mother are not called that!” Zhu Jie sneered immediately.

Hearing this, Comrade Zhu Fen turned red with anger. Had he fallen into a trap again? But in front of so many people, he had already acknowledged it—how could he back down now? He shouted, part angry, part putting on an act, “Who dares speak of their parents like that? You unfilial girl, see if I don’t teach you a lesson!” He raised his hand to slap Zhu Jie.

Zhu Jie, of course, wouldn’t let him have the upper hand. With a swift turn, she was as slippery as an eel, slipping past the old man’s hand.

The old man had really swung hard, genuinely wanting to teach this mischievous girl a lesson. But his slap hit nothing, and the force nearly dislocated his own arm!

“You… how did you become like this?” The old man cried, hopping in frustration. “Could you have been bewitched by them? How could you not even recognize your own parents?”

Zhu Jie sneered coldly, “You are not my parents. How could I recognize you?”