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"It seems you feel you have too many sons, and you don't even care if you ruin one of them."

Hearing her son's cries for help and seeing Jiang Che's raised foot, Wang Cuihua finally realized what he was about to do.

She immediately tried to rush over to stop Jiang Che, but it was clearly too late—

Jiang Che's foot landed lightly on Su Tianci's broken wrist. He glanced at Wang Cuihua, who was staggering towards him, and just before she arrived, he stomped down hard, repeatedly crushing her wrist.

"ah--!!!"

Su Tianci instantly let out a hysterical scream, his whole body curled up like a shrimp in pain, the veins on his forehead bulging, and tears, snot, and blood flowing haphazardly all over the ground.

"No! Don't step on it!"

Wang Cuihua was truly devastated. She lunged forward, trying to grab Jiang Che's trouser leg, shouting, "I'll hit him! I'll hit him right now! Stop torturing my son!"

Jiang Che loosened his grip slightly, but still maintained his crushing stance, nodding slightly. "Let's fight now, put it on speakerphone."

Su Tianci rolled his eyes back in pain, foaming at the mouth, and then fainted.

Wang Cuihua frantically pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed Su Daqiang's number with trembling hands.

If it had been a second later, she feared her son would have been killed by this devil.

The phone rang several times before it was answered.

"Hey? What's wrong? I'm playing cards, don't bother me if there's nothing wrong."

Su Daqiang's rough voice came from the other end of the phone, and there was also the obvious noise of people playing mahjong in the background.

"Old Su! Come back soon!"

Wang Cuihua cried out, her voice trembling with tears, "Something's happened at home! Tianci's been beaten to death! Bring people back with you!"

The sound of mahjong tiles falling on the other end stopped instantly.

"What? Who dares to touch my son?"

Upon hearing that his beloved son had been beaten, Su Daqiang immediately lost his appetite for mahjong. His voice rose eight octaves, and he asked menacingly, "Who's the blind fool? Don't they want to live?"

"It's...it's that blind...it's the person Su Qinghe brought back!"

Wang Cuihua cried while stealing glances at Jiang Che's expression, "Please come back soon, or we'll be collecting our corpses!"

"Damn it, this is outrageous!"

Su Daqiang cursed, "I'm going back right now, and he'll just wait! I think he's got a death wish!"

The call was disconnected.

Jiang Che then removed his foot from Su Tianci's wrist and kicked him with his toes.

Su Tianci lay motionless on the ground like a dead fish. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, Jiang Che would have really thought that Su Tianci had been killed by him.

Wang Cuihua rushed over and hugged her son, pinching his philtrum and slapping his face, crying miserably, which made Jiang Che seem like the bad guy.

Jiang Che didn't bother with this mess and turned back to Su Qinghe's side.

The little girl stood there quietly, her face still a bit pale, but she wasn't as scared as she had been at the beginning.

Although she couldn't see it, the commotion was quite loud, and she could tell that Jiang Che had given Su Tianci and Wang Cuihua a severe beating. Her lips pursed slightly.

It's so good to have him around.

Feeling Jiang Che sit down next to her, Su Qinghe immediately moved closer and rested her head on his shoulder.

Jiang Che looked down at her bright, sparkling eyes and couldn't help but reach out his other hand to pat her head. "So clingy, huh?"

Su Qinghe buried her head in his arm, a little embarrassed, and a soft, muffled response came: "Mmm..."

Jiang Che's young heart melted instantly, like cream.

After the two of them sat cuddling on the sofa for a while, Jiang Che gradually pulled his mind away from the gentle embrace.

He glanced at Wang Cuihua, who was hiding far away, and then focused his gaze on the wall clock.

It would take Su Daqiang some effort to get back from the mahjong table, so he might as well do something else during that time.

"Qinghe?" Jiang Che nudged her lightly with his elbow.

Su Qinghe immediately turned her head towards him, blinking her big eyes twice, "What's wrong?"

Where is your room?

Jiang Che helped her to her feet, glanced towards the stairs, and asked Su Qinghe, "Could you take me to see it?"

Su Qinghe's smile gradually froze on her lips. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she gently turned her head to avoid Jiang Che's gaze.

She didn't want Jiang Che to see her room.

"What's wrong? Is it inconvenient?"

Seeing that she didn't move, Jiang Che assumed she was unwilling, so he continued, "It's okay, it's fine if you don't want to look. I'll take you upstairs, see if there's anything you need to take with you, and we can pack it up."

"No...that's not it."

Su Qinghe hurriedly shook her head, afraid that Jiang Che would misunderstand, and quickly explained, "I...I'm willing, the room is upstairs."

"Ah... alright then, lead the way."

Although Jiang Che felt that Su Qinghe's reaction was a bit strange, he didn't think about it too much.

He reached out and took her hand, then led her toward the stairwell.

Wang Cuihua huddled in a corner, watching the two figures leave from afar, assuming they had gone up to loot the valuables.

Although she was heartbroken over the loss of her jewelry, she didn't dare to utter a sound because of the ruthless methods Jiang Che had just displayed.

She was truly terrified of being beaten.

This kid doesn't know his own strength. What if he hits her on the other cheek too? How will she ever eat with that mouth again? How will she ever face anyone again?

When going up the stairs, Su Qinghe deliberately walked very slowly.

With each step, she groped along the stair railing for a long time, appearing extremely cautious.

Jiang Che didn't urge her, but just swayed slowly to her rhythm.

He looked around curiously. The villa looked quite large and the decoration was pretty good. Su Qinghe was the daughter of the Su family, so the room should be decent, right?

Even if she's been abused, she's still a young lady from a wealthy family, so she should at least have a decent place to live.

Upon reaching the second floor, Su Qinghe touched the base of the wall and walked all the way to the very end of the corridor.

The further you go in, the dimmer the light becomes.

A faint musty smell gradually filled the air, making Jiang Che's nose itch.

Through the dim light and shadow, one can even vaguely see the old dust floating in the air.

Su Qinghe finally stopped in front of a small, dilapidated door at the end of the corridor.

"here?"

Jiang Che stared incredulously at the broken door in front of him. He bent down to take a closer look and saw that the doorknob was chipped and hanging precariously on the door. He had no doubt that he could kick the door open with just a little force.

This place looks more like a maid's room or a storage room.

"Um."

Su Qinghe pursed her lips, lowered her head, and reached out to push open the door.

squeak-

The door hinges creaked, clearly indicating that they had been in disrepair for many years.