With 250 finally silent, Rong Wangzhi found a moment of peace.

Elsewhere, Cheng Leyan had been massaging the grandmother for a bit before Zhuozhuo emerged from the kitchen with a tray of flower tea in hand.

The smiling maid next to them said, “Grandma and Madam, the young master insisted on serving you tea himself.”

Rong’s Grandma stopped her massage, swiftly moved to try and pick up Zhuozhuo, exclaiming, “My dear! I’ve missed you so much!”

After trying twice and barely managing, she almost strained her back.

Both Cheng Leyan and Mama Rong were startled, ready to support her, but the old lady stood back up unaffected, patted her waist twice, and looked at Zhuozhuo in surprise, “Has our Zhuozhuo gotten chubbier?”

Cheng Leyan laughed, “Gained a little, now 25 pounds, still working on it.”

Rong’s Grandma was practically crying with joy, “I wanted to see Zhuozhuo, but Little Zhang kept saying he had this and that class, and didn’t bring him back for months. Zhuozhuo’s grown taller and heavier, I can’t even lift him anymore.”

Zhuozhuo blushed shyly, holding Grandma’s hand and leading her to sit, then handing the tea over.

A simple cup of tea was praised to the skies by both Grandma and Mama Rong.

Without mentioning Aunt Zhang’s abuse, Mama Rong only said she went back to her hometown. She felt guilty enough to lose sleep for days and feared upsetting Grandma too.

With Zhuozhuo around, and after the incident with Mama Xiang, the sense of camaraderie drew them closer, making the atmosphere much more relaxed.

Rong’s Grandma then asked, “By the way, what’s with Wangzhi’s eye makeup? Who did it? It’s quite nicely done, that bit under the eye, what’s it called, ‘wo cao’? What’s going on, is there some new trend for dressing up vegetative patients?”

Mama Rong: “…It’s called ‘wo can,’ Mom! ‘Wo cao’ is a swear word, don’t use it. It’s strange, none of us did it, don’t know how it happened, his eyes just changed like that. Probably a supernatural issue, but I called Master Liu, it’s no big deal.”

Then she pulled out her phone: “Mom, take a look at this; I got photos of Wangzhi with lipstick—pouty lips. There’s also the eyelash one, eyelash fairy. Look at this.”

Rong’s Grandma: “Oh my, these lips, wow, these eyelashes, hahaha!”

Laughter filled the air.

Rong Wangzhi: Human joy is not shared, he only felt it noisy.

However, seeing them laugh and chat so freely, with more laughter than he’d heard all year, such scenes were rare at the Rong Family old residence.

Rong Wangzhi was momentarily dazed.

This is what he had imagined a “home” to be like as a child.

Rong’s Grandma came because she heard Wangzhi moved back and wanted to see her grandson and great-grandson.

Satisfied, she left, even inviting Cheng Leyan to bring Zhuozhuo to her birthday party in two weeks.

This surprised Mama Rong.

She exclaimed, “Mom, you mean to—”

Rong’s Grandma said nothing, patting her hand with a smile.

After she left, Cheng Leyan and Mama Rong chatted privately.

First, Cheng Leyan thanked her for the project bonus, then reported on Zhuozhuo’s recent progress, including cognitive advancements and sensory integration training. Speaking as if presenting a work update, articulate and well-prepared, discussing future plans and current challenges.

Mama Rong thought: Communicating with him is so easy!

Initially here to be a good-luck charm for her son, what a waste!

She honestly considered bringing him into the Rong Corporation to see what he could do.

After affirming his current work and offering guidance for the future, they envisioned a bright future, like “work hard, and a raise is guaranteed.”

When other bosses say this, Cheng Leyan would dismiss it as empty talk. But from Mama Rong, he knew it was genuine. He quickly pledged loyalty, with quirky phrases like, “Boss earns, employees spend, live till ninety-eight,” to which Mama Rong just laughed.

After chatting, Mama Rong went to visit Wangzhi’s room.

Looking around, she finally sat beside his bed.

She said, “Wangzhi, Cheng Leyan is a good kid. He’s really kind to Zhuozhuo. Should I tell him that Zhuozhuo isn’t your biological child? I’m still unsure. But Cheng Leyan does things efficiently. I even thought, when you wake up, how about having him work with me at Rong Corp? You’ll definitely divorce anyway.”

Rong Wangzhi thought: Hmm, divorce, and let him find that adulterous ex?

Mom, maybe focus a bit more, like on the adulterous partner, or the adulterous partner, and also the adulterous partner.

Of course, she couldn’t hear him. Skipping over essentials (adulterous partner), she rambled about recent happenings.

A long-standing habit, she spoke of events in the Rong family and corporation at his bedside.

In the past, she spoke to herself. This time, Rong Wangzhi heard every word clearly.

Starting his own business at eighteen, by twenty-two, he was in Rong Corp, becoming the general manager by twenty-four. Under his management, Rong Corp flourished.

Though only a year comatose, Rong Corp splintered, chaotic, with constant internal family strife between Rong Papa and Second Uncle.

Mama Rong said, “Your father… I see, he regrets it. But what’s the point of regret, sigh, that stubborn old man, talking about him doesn’t help, better not.”

She quickly changed topics, “Xingrong Manor is operating well but getting old. Planning a refurbishment. We contacted Mr. Zeng, who designed it originally, but he declined. His work was outstanding, switching designers risks losing that quality.”

Then she mentioned other matters before leaving.

Still aware, perhaps due to being closer to Cheng Leyan, Zig was conscious for a longer time.

He pondered Xingrong Manor.

A resort, Xingrong was his first entrepreneurial venture. He hadn’t yet returned to Rong Corp, many anticipated his failure, but he turned it into an award-winning success.

To him, Xingrong was special, affirming his independence and marking new beginnings; he wanted it preserved perfectly.

Mama Rong struggled, but he knew a word could sway Mr. Zeng.

If only he could communicate, just a single word would do.

Yet that’s impossible for a vegetative patient.

250 spoke then: [Host, not entirely impossible—you just completed another task, and with these points, there’s a telepathy device enabling external communication.]

Rong Wangzhi: [Wait, wait—what do you mean, ‘completed another task’?]

250: [Haha, it was earlier—you lying on the floor to scam the old lady, completing: “In broad daylight, under countless gazes, you lie powerless, devoid of means or energy. Internally rejecting, yet immobile, receiving all scrutiny. At that moment, a tear gracefully slips from your eye.”]

From being overwhelmed, the system now flowed smoothly, even evaluating, [This task, despite constraints, you nailed it, Host! That perfectly timed tear was everything for this intricate task! Host, could you be the legendary R18 chosen one, thanks for lifting me, Host!]

Rong Wangzhi:…

He now wondered if perhaps this system was truly his good luck charm. Because if this continued, even the dead would be enraged back to life, the vegetative stirred to normalcy.

Breathing deeply, he asked: [What buffs do I have now?]

250: [“Abs” buff oh. You now have an eight-pack, very impressive, rest assured!]

Rong Wangzhi felt as though being PUA’d. After things like pouty lips, Karzilan big eyes, this seemed decent.

At least hidden beneath his clothes. Apart from caregivers, who’d undress him casually?

250: [Perfectly timed! The telepathy device needs the target to touch a special buffed area on you to hear your voice. Host, this is the best setup than poking your eyes!]

250: [Well, what do you think? Redeem the device? Once Cheng Leyan touches your abs, and you activate it, he’ll hear your thoughts. You can convey what you need to say.]

It sounded confident and eager.

Rong Wangzhi: ???

Rong Wangzhi: [So, Cheng Leyan must first undress me? Then touch my abs, keeping hold to use the device?]

250: [Indeed. Host, got ideas to entice him into undressing you? You masterfully managed task with a perfect tear, surely enticing feels simple, right?]

Rong Wangzhi: [You know I’m a vegetative state, right?]

250: [Yes! Host, that may be the case, yet completing numerous R18 tasks marks you as chosen, enticing others to undress you should be a breeze!]

Rong Wangzhi: [What will it take to get you out of my mind!]