Zhang Ruoxu told me:

“If you want to impersonate me, there are three challenges you must pass!

“The first is my younger brother, who dreams of taking control of the Zhang family and will definitely make things difficult for you.

“The second is our stepmother, who is my brother's biological mother and will surely cause you trouble.

“The third is my fiancée, who wants to become the young mistress of the Zhang family and will definitely test your authenticity.”

I shrugged indifferently:

“Bro, trust me to handle it!”

That night, I was transferred to the ICU of the city's First People's Hospital, with my head wrapped in thick bandages.

The next day, a woman dressed elegantly walked in:

“Son, how did you get into an accident? What's wrong with your head?”

I furrowed my brows:

“Who are you?”

The woman touched my head, full of affection:

“I'm your mother!”

I retorted:

“I'm still waiting for my dad!”

The woman cried uncontrollably:

“Oh no, my son's brain is damaged.”

If Zhang Ruoxu hadn't mentioned the behavior of this stepmother, I would have thought this family was truly loving and filial.

I gently touched the woman's head:

“If you're so worried about me, then spend more time with me.”

The woman hesitated.

I continued:

“Can you play with me? Can you call me Sun Wukong?”

The woman tentatively called out:

“Sun Wukong!”

I grinned:

“The Monkey King is here!”

The woman's face turned red with anger as she blurted out:

“Are you out of your mind?”

I pouted:

“Yes, yes, the doctor said I have the intelligence of a six-year-old!”

The woman was skeptical.

The next day, another elegantly dressed woman entered the room.

She bore a resemblance to me, about seventy to eighty percent, she should be my younger brother—Zhang Ruohuai.

Zhang Ruohuai came in and touched my head:

“Brother, your brain is damaged, how will you work in the future?”

I put on a serious face:

“Brother, my head is just injured, not stupid.

“Are you implying that I can't work anymore and that you need to inherit the family's wealth?”

Zhang Ruohuai looked at me with uncertainty, then shook his head repeatedly:

“How could that be, big brother, I'm very worried about you, losing sleep and appetite over you.”

I nodded, then fell into thought:

“Losing sleep and appetite must mean feeling physically unwell, so brother, have you experienced symptoms of constipation?”

Zhang Ruohuai was puzzled:

“Uh... it seems like I have... what's wrong, big brother?”

I took a banana from under the blanket and handed it to him, then patted his shoulder meaningfully.

Zhang Ruohuai pretended to be deeply moved, nodding vigorously:

“Big brother cares about me!”

He peeled the banana and took a bite.

I looked at him in surprise:

“You actually ate it?”

Zhang Ruohuai was puzzled again.

I pointed to my butt:

“For using, and... the one you ate... I just used it...”

Zhang Ruohuai covered his mouth and ran to the bathroom.

Sounds of intense vomiting came from the bathroom.

I looked at the bathroom door:

“Well, wherever it comes out from, it's still coming out! It's... somewhat useful!”