# 1256
Chapter 1257: You Can't Blame Me For This
When he shared this guess with the doctor, the doctor said he didn't understand but was greatly shocked, and suggested he go check the psychiatric department downstairs.
In short, the hospital couldn't identify the cause either. Later, his mother brought back special medication from abroad, which finally brought the condition under control. As long as he took his medicine regularly, the episodes wouldn't occur.
"It must be because I didn't rest well last night, I'm too tired. It's all Jiang Yuer's fault, she insisted on playing games in my room at midnight."
That's what he said out loud, but his heart grew heavy, because Zhang Yuanqing knew—the medication was starting to lose its effect. His symptoms were getting worse.
"I'll need to increase the dosage from now on." Zhang Yuanqing put on his cotton slippers and walked to the window, yanking the curtain open with a swift motion.
Sunlight rushed in, filling the room.
April in Songhai City, spring scenery was bright and beautiful, the morning breeze cool and comfortable.
"Knock knock!"
Just then, a knock came at the door. His grandmother called from outside:
"Yuanzi, time to get up."
"Not getting up!" Zhang Yuanqing refused coldly. He wanted to sleep in.
Spring scenery was beautiful, and it was the weekend—no sleeping in would be a waste of life!
"I'm giving you three minutes. If you don't get up, I'll splash water on you."
Grandma was even more ruthless.
"Okay, okay, okay!" Zhang Yuanqing immediately backed down.
He knew his temperamental grandmother was fully capable of doing exactly that.
When Zhang Yuanqing was still in elementary school, his father died in a car accident. His strong-willed mother never remarried. She brought her son to settle in Songhai and left him in the care of his maternal grandparents.
She threw herself into her career, becoming a businesswoman that all their relatives praised. Later, his mother bought her own apartment, but Zhang Yuanqing didn't like that empty, spacious penthouse. He still preferred living with his grandparents.
After all, his mother was out early and back late every day, traveling for work frequently, entirely devoted to her career. Even on weekends when she didn't work overtime, she'd order takeout at mealtimes. The most she ever said to her son was, "Do you have enough money? If you need more, tell Mom."
A superpowered mother who could give you unlimited financial support—sounds pretty good.
But Zhang Yuanqing would always smile at his mother and say: The allowance from grandma and auntie is enough.
Right, and his aunt too.
The woman who insisted on playing games in his room last night was his aunt.
Zhang Yuanqing yawned, twisted the doorknob, and walked into the living room.
His grandparents' apartment was about 150 square meters including the shared areas. When they sold their old house to buy this new one, Zhang Yuanqing remembered the price was over 40,000 yuan per square meter.
Six or seven years later, housing prices in this neighborhood had risen to 110,000 per square meter—nearly tripling.
Fortunately, grandpa had the foresight back then. If they were still in the old house, Zhang Yuanqing would have had to sleep in the living room. After all, he was grown now and couldn't share a bed with his aunt anymore.
At the long dining table by the living room, the culprit who gave him that headache was "gu gu gu" drinking porridge, her pink slippers kicking and wiggling under the table.
She had delicate, beautiful features, a round oval face that looked quite sweet, and a beauty mark beneath her right eye.
Just woken up, her fluffy, messy long waves hung loosely, giving her an extra dose of lazy charm.
His aunt's name was Jiang Yuer, four years older than him.
Seeing Zhang Yuanqing come out, his aunt licked the porridge from the corner of her mouth and said in surprise:
"Oh, getting up this early? That's not your style."
"Your doing, Mom's disciple."
"Why are you cursing at me?"
"I'm just stating facts."
Zhang Yuanqing examined his aunt's beautiful, flower-like face—spirited, bright, and radiant.
They say the night never wrongs those who stay up late; it'll gift you dark circles. But that rule seemed not to apply to the woman before him.
From the kitchen, grandma heard the commotion and poked her head out. After a moment, she came out carrying a bowl of porridge.
Grandma's black hair was streaked with silver, her gaze sharp—she was clearly the type with a bad temper.
Though sagging skin and shallow wrinkles had stolen her youthful elegance, one could still faintly see she'd been quite beautiful when young.
Zhang Yuanqing took the bowl of porridge from grandma and gulped down a mouthful.
"Where's grandpa?"
"Went out for a walk." Grandma said.
Grandpa was a retired detective. Even with his advanced age, he maintained a disciplined routine—sleeping at ten every night and waking at six.
His pretty aunt sipped her porridge and said with a grin:
"After breakfast, Auntie's taking you to the mall to buy clothes."
You can't be that nice, can you? Just as Zhang Yuanqing was about to agree, grandma beside him shot him a murderous glare:
"Dare to go and I'll break your狗腿."
"Mom, how can you be like this?" His aunt put on an innocent face. "I just want to buy Yuanzi a few spring outfits. Don't you approve? A nephew has the 'out' in his title, but he's still blood～"
Grandma used the direct approach to cut through everything: "You want your狗腿 broken too?"
His aunt pouted and低头 drank her porridge.
Listening to the mother-daughter博弈, Zhang Yuanqing knew grandma must have set up another相亲 date for his aunt again. His mischievous aunt wanted to drag him along to搅 the waters.
This was how she'd always done it—bringing her nephew to a相亲 date. Within a few minutes, her socially powerful nephew would take care of the相亲 object. The two men would chat happily, discussing national affairs and world politics, with nothing to do with her the entire time.
She just had to sip her drink and play on her phone. The相亲 object would even feel they'd shown sufficient social experience and insight in front of the beauty, feeling pleased and self-satisfied.
Jiang Yuer had been delicate and cute since childhood, praised by all the neighbors. Beautiful, sweet, and well-behaved— elders adored her.
With such a pretty daughter, grandma naturally guarded her fiercely. Since middle school, she'd given strict lectures— no dating early, no going out with male classmates.
The little daughter truly didn't disappoint. She didn't have a boyfriend through college graduation. But after entering society, especially after turning 25 earlier this year, grandma started getting anxious.
She thought, I just told you not to date early, I didn't tell you to become a剩女. How many years of youth can a woman have?
So she rallied her old sisters, searching far and wide for资料 on promising young men, arranging相亲 dates for her daughter.
"Grandma, she clearly doesn't want to date yet. You can't force the瓜 to be sweet." Zhang Yuanqing chewed on his包子 and recommended himself:
"Why don't you set me up with a相亲 date? This瓜 of mine is plenty sweet."
Grandma snapped, "You're still young, why rush? You've got female classmates all around you at university, find one yourself! Stop causing trouble or I'll beat you."
Grandma was a southern woman, but her temper was anything but gentle— especially fiery.
Even his career-driven mother didn't dare defy grandma.
I'm grown already, I've been doing手工艺 for years now— Zhang Yuanqing muttered to himself.
After breakfast, under grandma'sfirm request, his aunt went back to her room to change and apply makeup before heading out for her相亲.
His aunt applied light makeup, which made her look even more stunning.
A fluffy round-neck knit sweater paired with a long jacket, light-colored narrow-leg jeans hugging two long legs, well-proportioned and shapely. The narrow pant legs were tucked into blackMarty boots.
Forest-style minimalist outfit— not flashy, not ostentatious, yet particularly refined.
His aunt threw him a knowing look, grabbed her purse, swayed her hips, and headed out:
"Mom, I'm off to my相亲 date～"
Zhang Yuanqing returned to his room and unhurriedly changed into a black T-shirt and windbreaker, putting on running shoes.
A few minutes later, he opened his bedroom door.
Grandma was cleaning the living room. Seeing him come out, she stopped what she was doing and looked at him silently.
Zhang Yuanqing copied his aunt's tone:
"Mom, I'm off to my相亲 date too."
"Get back here." Grandma raised the broom threateningly. "Dare to take one step out that door,狗腿 broken."
"Yes!" Zhang Yuanqing complied without hesitation and returned to the bedroom.
Sitting at the desk, he held his phone and sent his aunt a message:
"Defeat before the battle even begins, makes heroes weep forever."
"Speak human!" His aunt should be driving; her reply was brief.
"I got stopped by grandma at home, you'll have to go to your相亲 by yourself."
His aunt sent a voice message.
Zhang Yuanqing tapped it open. From the speaker came Jiang Yuer'sangry voice:
"You're so useless!!"
His aunt recalled the voice message, then sent another one—this time with a completely different tone, coyly flirting and acting cute:
"My dear nephew, come on～ Auntie loves you most, ua～"
Tch, women!
You think a little flirting and acting cute can make me defy grandma's逆鳞? At least send a red envelope first.
Just then, a somewhat harsh ringtone sounded. Zhang Yuanqing went to the living room. Under grandma's watchful gaze, he pressed the intercom button.
"Who is it?"
"Delivery."
A voice came through the speaker.
Zhang Yuanqing pressed the door release. Two or three minutes later, the uniformed delivery guy rode the elevator up, cradling a package in his arms:
"Is this Zhang Yuanqing?"
"Yes."
I didn't order anything online— he signed for it in confusion, glancing at the包裹 information. There was no sender's name, but the address was neighboring Jiangnan Province, Hangzhou.
He returned to his room and retrieved a box cutter from the desk drawer, opening the package.
Inside was a black card wrapped in protective air cushioning, and a yellow envelope.
Zhang Yuanqing picked up the card, about the size of an ID card. The material seemed to be metal, but it felt incredibly warm and smooth to the touch. The card was exquisitely made, its edges decorated with light silver cloud patterns, with a black full moon in the center.
The black moon was finely printed, its irregular surface markings clearly visible.
What is this? With a mind full of questions, he opened the envelope and unfolded the letter.
"Yuanzi, I got something very interesting. I once thought it could change my life, but my ability was limited and I couldn't control it. I think if it's you, it shouldn't be a problem.
"Brother to brother, this is my gift to you.
"Lei Yibing!"